Sunday Shout-Out picks out the week’s stories that simply slipped our minds.

* This is really sad: A 5-year-old was hit by a truck and killed near Clark Kerr Campus. [SF Chron]
* That Oscars musical sequence was like vomit onstage. [AIWFB]
* Hey shorties, wanna model? Tyra wants you! [Snitch]
* FYI, that Stanford is no way affiliated with Stanford. [Paper Trail]
* Why the Daily Planet sucks, published by … [Daily Cal]
Image Source: Nick Fradkin, Daily Cal
Earlier: Good News or Bad News?
Posted by
Scott Lucas on Saturday, September 01, 2007 10:08 pm
About half past 4 this morning the Aurigid meteor shower was visible throughout the Bay Area. Though the Clog has often stayed up that late, we are not accustomed to getting up that early. As a substitute, Scott, Krista and some of her friends took to the hills to do some on the scene reporting about 11 last night.A riveting tale of peril and heroism follows.We walked up to the track above Clark Kerr campus and sat on the bleachers, facing east and away from the cities. About 11:13 p.m. we say our first meteor. A quick streak of light, no bigger than a flyspeck, moved from west to east in the upper part of the sky.The Aurigid meteor has only been seen in 1935, 1986 and 1994 and probably won’t be back for another 50 years. That flyspeck was a once in a lifetime flyspeck.As we sat, we noticed a red light coming from the hill above us. We ignored it and shot the shit for a while. After some time, we heard a cry rise up from about the same place as the light. Being intrepid investigatory journalists, we decided to take a look. Though a large bright moon hurt our chances of seeing more meteors, it helped us navigate the path through the hill up to the grove where the party was going on.In many parts of the world, our view of the night sky is covered by a blanket of light given off by civilization—houses, street lights, cars. The Bay Area has been granted no exception. From our city, we can never see the Milky Way, which, for the ancients, would have been the most obvious feature of the sky. But we do have televisions now, so that’s something.We hiked for about 20 minutes, but thick bushes blocked our trail and we decided that pushing our way through was too risky. Someone may have been worried about big mountain lions or homeless people. A plane flew overhead.Instead of turning straight back, we walked up the hill to Panoramic Way and some of us sat down on a decorative railroad tie; others sat on the street. We heard some kids up the road. They were trying to light up a joint hand-rolled cigarette, but it took some giggles and time to get going. Using our sharp deductive reasoning, we figured they must have been freshmen or Berkeley High kids.Another plane.We vainly peered at the night sky and really did not see much of anything. To just properly have a look at the damned thing took us a half an hour of planning and maybe an hour of hiking. It’s not that we live with our heads pointed down all the time; rather, it’s hard to see anything up there now.About 11:55 p.m. our luck turned for the better. Two meteors within about ten minutes. More shit was shot. A discussion ensued regarding the proper amount of time to hold marijuana smoke in the lungs.After maybe another half an hour we called it quits. Our necks felt like they had been worked over with a belt sander. The grand total was four meteors, several hippies smoking, many planes, no mountain lions and well-defined calves.Image Source: Chris Dick under Creative Commons