So on Friday evening I was on the train heading south from the Hugens-fest at the Royal Society, buoyed by the first shots of the surface (and some very good Rioja, courtesy of the excellent Geoff), puzzled by my inability to be sure what were channels and what were lobe outlines, amused by some of the quirkiness of the proceedings, a little underwhelmed by the landscape shot after landing (Venus? again?), happy that at last I'd been in the press room of a landing that had worked, saddened that I won't live to see another really new planetary surface for the first time, and eager to share all this with you: so I start writing a post.
At which point the iBook dies. And stays dead. It can be resurrected, Apple say -- there's a program for replacing logic boards on this particular generation of voodoo iBooks -- but there are no logic boards to be had in the weeks ahead. So my life is in great turmoil, and my internet connectivity suddenly difficult and sporadic. And posting is going to be very very thin on the ground. Sorry.
(Good news; one of the things that was fully backed up was the current book project)