In my last very mobile couple of years, I've had some of my best ideas while driving across the featureless plains of Nebraska, including a way to solve a plot/tech issue that had prevented me from further progress on The Molten Flesh: How Protea sampled the powerful and very paranoid Sangruse Device. In looking back, this has been a pattern: In times of enforced boredom, ideas happen. Here's some insight on that issue, which matters a lot to me, who loves ideas but loathes boredom.
Grab a look at this bogglingly clear close-up of a sunspot, taken with an Earth-based telescope. The key is the deformable mirror and its overall mechanism of adaptive optics, which continuously corrects for atmospheric turbulence and other disturbing factors.
Google's spider evidently crawled Contra thirty seconds after I posted yesterday's entry. Not complaining, but...how often does that damned thing come by?