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Nothing can inspire a sharpening of pitchforks more than a global economic collapse, afterall, and the current economic situation is far from over. If this is truly a near-miss on the scale the man describes, then who knows what’s to come.

Time to buy some gold. Yarr.

As this article notes as it reports, this is very much asking for it. You can just picture a couple of Scottish scientists peeling out of the lab parking lot, chased by their Scottish robot fiend with an icy stare and karate chop hands sprinting towards the rear bumper, who just realized that he should turn his limbs into spinning buzzsaw lasers in order to better compost you and drink your oil.

Imagine you’re playing piano and you think “fuck, chicks love piano - I could use a few more fingers” and then you bloody make it happen. The robot social scene’s shaping up to be cooler than ours.

The bad news is that the presence of large amounts of solar particles near the Earth’s magnetic field show that the shield that normally keeps these particles out isn’t in good shape. We’re in the low point of the solar cycle at this point, but when it picks up around 2012, we can expect this solar issue to “interfere with satellites’ power sources, endanger spacewalkers, and even knock out power grids on Earth.”

The good news is, the cool ass colors in the aurora found at the Earth’s poles will be magnified and intensified as solar activity increases.

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Ya gotta wonder if they have enough sentience to know, even close to ballpark, how many of them there actually are. My hope is that they don’t.

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If an asteroid was on course to hit Earth, one of the best things to know, apparently, would be its composition. The strategy for dealing with it can change depending on what it’s made of. My guess is that it comes down to just how solid and strong it is, and thus how severe the measures taken have to be.

There’s an asteroid that’s a current candidate for Earth smashing, called Apophis. A roughly 0.00002% chance for a hit. In that unlikely event of a coming collision, we actually know what this one’s made of, based on meteorites similar to it that have already hit Earth. All to say, probably a false alarm. Then again, someone won the lottery today, and they had worse odds.

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I spoke to a friend of mine recently, who told me that she had found a “siamese mushroom”. I thought that sounded kinda nifty. “Siamese mushroom.” I like to build web sites. After some good cognitive wiring, a radar now goes off in my head whenever I hear a domain-nameable phrase or expression. Siamese mushroom set off that alarm. I checked Moniker when I got home, and it was available. Hooray! I figured I’d wait a little bit and decide whether or not to buy. As with anything else, impulse is not a good reason to spend money.

Today is about a week later. I’m at work. While thinking about domain names, siamesemushroom.com popped into my head again. I realized that I liked it, and didn’t want to forget it, so I sent myself a Gmail, as I often do, for note-taking purposes. Subject heading: Domain Name Idea. Body: www.siamesemushroom.com. Maybe I’ll buy it when I get home, I thought.

I messaged my wife using MSN Messenger, asking her what she thought. She agreed that it sounded kinda funky, giving me the greenish light to go buy. Then, a couple of minutes later, she messaged me again:

“It’s a fake site. Link list.”

I checked the URL, and saw what’s there now. One of those waste of webspace piece of junk linkfarms, the scourge of any genuine domain name collector (for the record, I don’t have very many – I just appreciate, enjoy, and use them). How strange, I thought. I checked the whois info, and voilà! Bought today.

Today! Never mind the odds of searching whois info on the day a domain name is bought, but a day when I e-mailed the exact URL to myself? Memories of “Google’s getting creepy” articles flood back into consciousness. Don’t worry about the ads that pull keywords from your e-mail, they say. No one’s reading them, they say. I’m familiar enough with Google’s ad tools to know that it makes sense, but clearly this isn’t normal. I know this isn’t exactly a major incident, but it’s most certainly noteworthy.

What am I missing? Is there a hole somewhere? I’ve never searched the .com itself in Google, to avoid clicking on someone’s site and my search ending up appearing in their tracking info, just in case. Either something’s up with Moniker, MSN messenger, or Gmail (or my wife e-mailed her secret contact in the Caribbean, who bought it before I could). If this is somehow my fault, I’d like to know, and so should everyone else who operates at all like I do. I’m not suggesting that a domain name coincidence is evidence of the technologically dominant group tracking us in order to take us over and rule the planet, but I find the circumstances most certainly steps in the wrong direction. At a minimum, it’s a relevant, practical nuisance. Any thoughts? Other than that I should stop blogging and get back to work.

The general consensus is that an asteroid crash wiped out the dinosaurs. How unlikely was that? Well, a 100m asteroid hits the planet every century or so. The one that hit the dinosaurs was a lot bigger, sure, but that doesn’t mean it won’t happen again. So what are we thinking of doing if we look up and see one coming straight for us? Well, we won’t blow it to smithereens, since that’ll just mean a load of chunks smashing into us anyway. The current plan of a team of Scottish scientists is to use an appropriate number of spacecraft (depending on the size of the rock) coordinating equally many mirrors to redirect beams of sunlight at it on a concentrated spot to heat it thousands of degrees and knock it off course.

I feel like this was figured out by the children of the Cold War scientists who considered using live chickens to regulate temperature in nuclear land mines. If an asteroid is going to smash into us eventually, I hope it’s once this technology is fully operational and no better (read: sane) solution has been proposed. I’d really love to see this tried. That is the draw of end of the world scenarios, after all. Ludicrous reality entertainment on the most massive scale. Not that I’m itching for it to happen, but it’s the ultimate opportunity for narrative there can really be, is it not?

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This is, indeed, where we stand. Majestic creatures that need to be mindful of the animal types that would otherwise tremble and disappear in their newly natural wake. The only classes we tend to intentionally eliminate include the pestilent, and the human, for whom we invented the bulk of our weaponry. Yes, one human may actively prime the harpoon and willfully slaughter every bit of a shark, but the human masses typically do not aim to destroy the shark masses in their entirety, as much as the same actions define both. The fishman wants to both do his job, and keep it, after all. That is the crux of the short-term versus long-term, individual versus collective matrix. Give a man a fish and he eats for a day. Teach a man to fish, and eventually, nobody eats.

Collective behaviour is uncontrolled momentum. It can move so slowly, a potentially defective lumbering in fact concealing the ideas and actions that gain in strength, gaining until reaching such a size and speed as to become finally visible and heavily problematic. We are all people without whom the collective entity would not exist, yet we are each near-powerless to drive it off course, like sentient drops in a crashing wave. Six billion handshakes at once and the world could otherwise change overnight.

How tragic, then, for death to sign the long fast one-way road. We began the push early and never relented, having helped along the extinction of species since we were Cro-Magnon. Times changed, and so did the weaponry, the type and lethality marking the nation and age. For us to have survived to this point on the Earthen time line, in bold wars world and cold, have we needed to develop the primary technologies that naturally evolved into planet-destroying arms? While free human hands guided the process at every interval and turn, it is not always that individual freedom that commands the course of history. However much free will you believe an individual to wield, the acts of the group are governed by markedly less. We may never have had a choice.

But was this point really inevitable? A past-looking science fiction mind can posit a possible today with gaps in our developed technological tree. But there is a degree of sequentiality in scientific development. Synchronous inventions, like the calculus of both Newton and Leibniz, underscore this point. As society busies, the minds at the intellectual fringe tinker on to the next available, and rewrite the world’s rules. The zeitgeist informs the hearts of the people and steers our compulsive drive towards progress, drives it off a cliff with an eventually floored, braking foot.

Evolution has a remarkably cunning side that humbles those that over-thrive. Perhaps this is a backup plan that levels uneven playing fields, just as a booming population inevitably stumbles into an equivocating famine. A predator is bones without prey. On a long enough time line, the capacity to destroy must always at least equal the capacity to create, mustn’t it? The balance of change requires the checked strength of the destructive.

If this fails to comfort you, consider that this storm cloud’s lining yields another, peculiar, bitter-sweet bookend: we have entered upon an age of realistic planetary annihilation at the pre-cusp of inter-planetary travel. How delightfully narrative for us to achieve the capacity to destroy our planet along with the capacity to leave it and potentially begin anew. We’re most certainly in the thick of it now. As much as the bookend may seem decidedly more bitter than sweet, it is the only way for us to stick around should our biosphere collapse, or should a once-unitary mass be reduced to continental dust by means of nuclear cluster or the like.

Could space travel have come first, or not at all, or is this critical band of total vulnerability a sequentially encoded phenomenon? Were technology to exist in another world, even with an entirely distinct foundation, could this general pressure point have necessarily come to pass after enough leaps in technological orders of magnitude? No human invented destruction, however much we may have glorified it. Indeed, perhaps the biggest obstacle for otherworldly life to overcome in finding us is the survival through this critical band. The absence of visitation is thus discouraging. Let us hope that our future is not written in the stars.

You start with a stiff neck. Maybe, you think, you pulled or strained something while swimming, or playing. You were thrashing about, after all. In fact, that’s how the bacteria got up your nose. It’s the bacteria causing the headaches, not staying out in the sun for too long. How else could you explain the fever?

Then you know something’s wrong. Your consciousness starts to get affected. You behave differently. You hallucinate. You experience the cognitive effects of your brain being eaten inside out, and then you die. The Naegleria Fowleri bacteria thrive in hotter climates, so our polluting effects might increase the number of cases just like this. See, it’s fun when one problem connects to another. Global warming, temperature up, bacteria thrive, brains get eaten. Who knows wherein lies the first link of the destructive chain that wipes out the planet.

Twenty-three died from the bacteria from 1995 to 2004, but six died in the past year. What to do in the meantime? Keep water from going up your nose. And keep your pool clean. Not kidding with either of those.

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