Yes it’s true that the Northern lights require effort. They aren’t just going to appear every clear night and dance in a kaleidoscope of colours until dawn. I have seen them five times. Once purely by chance from South Wales on 8th November 1991, very bright reds and overhead, spectacular, even Patrick Moore mentioned this display in one of his many books.
I was on Orkney last year and heard that the night I arrived the lights had made an appearance so the next night I walked above the street lights of Stromness at about ten and looked straight towards the Pole Star. I was treated to a greyish white display for about two hours, Really had to adjust my eyes to the dark and be patient, It was a very slow formation, like someone shining the beams of torches into the air or a SLOOOOW heart monitor. The same happened the next night.
I saw them again from Glastonbury in October, very clear and looked like a crazy cloud formation but it was such a clear night there was no way it was a cloud. It looked like a dancer’s skirt or a woman’s knee. I called my friend and she joined me to watch, and we saw the “torch” beams again for a couple of hours, could just pick out faint green and pink colours.
The last time was on Samhain, October 31st, Bitterly cold Halloween evening and my friend and I were walking through a cemetery near Newbury, We saw a very distinct single curved line, again greyish in colour which gradually moved lower in the sky until it faded.
So yes, head out a few hours after dusk, away from Street lights.. Autumn is good!! Look towards the Great Bear and the Pole star, and look LOW. Then wait and be patient. It is not always going to be a multi colured time lapse display, but you will be rewarded for your patience.
For Sade, sexual immorality – defined as “prostitution, rape, incest, and sodomy” 17 – also means encouraging women to enjoy all the freedoms men do. 18 In true libertine democracy, all exclusivities must be removed from pleasure 19 , all sexual experiences and subjectivities must be equalized, and sexuality must be central enough to political discourse so as to continuously effect an adequate degree of healthy insurrection. But the conventionally misogynous and/or symbolically Freudian content of the pink film is contentious without being libertine ; constructing a self-contradictory world where everything is speakable only insofar as it is fetishized, the genre’s Freudian vocabulary continually constricts and decenters our understanding of sex. While some may want to champion pink films because, formally, their low budget experimentation seems opposed to soulless corporatism, the pink film has – to borrow Adorno’s term – its own “jargon of authenticity” that tricks its audience into believing the rules of its genre are (somehow) politico-sexually progressive, while they are actually in direct service to the status quo.