Friday, September 30, 2005

One.Giant.Leap.For.Mankind.com

So Google and NASA in bed together. Well, Google has already begun NASA's work of mapping planets and NASA has been doing the same for Google by planning a high speed internet satellite network for Mars.

I guess we're one step closer to Tyler Durden's vision of the future dystopia: Planet Starbucks; and now Mars - powered by Google. Or maybe gNASA

The first rule of gNASA: We do not link to gNASA.
The second rule of gNASA: We do not link to gNASA.

If this is your first time at gNASA: You have to launch.

Thursday, September 29, 2005

Only a half day today

I only had a half day at work today - that is 12 hours. I'm beat.
My brain feels like it wants to dribbzzle hosnehd dkjazuiwq39c0 nso os ..s dsd ....

...bl bl bl...

pfhhhhhhhhhhhh




nyeh.

Monday, September 26, 2005

Strathfield Train Station Fashion

Having spent the last couple of months changing trains at Strathfield twice a day, I have gotten used to seeing Flacco - the name I have given to the regular bag-lady man who hangs around at Strathfield station.

Le me describe him:
  • bald head with Flacco-style combover
  • big bushy grey beard
  • big dangly hot pink plastic love heart earrings
  • pink knitted woolen jumper
  • a dozen big chunky multicoloured bangles on each wrist
  • floral knee length skirt
  • big black boots
  • always carrying three big green garbage bags
As far as station bag-people go, he's harmless.

150 years of NSW Railways

Parramatta Town Hall was celebrating 150 years of NSW Railways today. I happened to glance out the window today and watched three classic smoke-spewing steam trains chuff by.

Great stuff.

Sunday, September 25, 2005

New Scientist Breaking News - When is a planet not a planet?

This New Scientist article relates to this previous post of mine. Intersting. Let's wait and see. It looks like we have eight or ten planets now, not nine. Oops.

Big Bad Barry's tribunal win

Crikey website seems to disagree with my opinion of Barry Hall's striking tribunal outcome.

No Goals for the Saints?

Did anyone else notice that during the broadcast of the Wests-St George rugby semi final last night both of the two St George conversion kicks were not shown in favour of a Bundaberg Rum add but all three Wests conversion kicks were shown?

Conspiracy?

Thursday, September 22, 2005

Barry Hall - getting off easy!

I can't believe the back slapping, congratulatory relieved communal sigh of relief the sporting community has had for Barry this week.

Barry did a thugish stupid thing and stupid thugs deserve to miss their stupid bloody grand final. Maybe he wouldn't be such a stupid thug if he missed his little game.

It's reminiscent of celebrities getting off millions of minor crimes because they're different from real people. I guess Barry has moved into Hollywoodland where laws are optional. Screw him... he's lost to the world.

In similar news, I'm bloody glad Coke-slut Moss is getting 'interviewed' by police. Maybe she'll cop a fine! Shock horror. Lock the junkie up, I say! Let's see how Hollywoodland reacts to a full frontal assault by the Real World.

Tuesday, September 20, 2005

Waiting... waiting... waiting...

I'm stuck at home this morning. I wandered through the living room this morning, tired and yawning only to notice a coating of dust all over everything on my coffee table. I did the inevitable hollywood style slow head-tilt upwards, waiting to react with horror, and saw my classic art-deco oyster light (big dangerous glass thing) apparently floating in mid air.

A second look revealed it to be dangling from the electric cables, slowly swinging in the cold morning air. So I'm sitting at home waiting for a tradesman. I hate tradesmen. No, that's not true, I hate waiting for them.

It feels like my life over the past week or two has been all waiting. I bought a bed. (My old one belonged to my ex-girlfriend who has taken it to her new place.) I'm still waiting for that damn bed. I applied for a job a few months back... the decision could be any day now... still waiting... it sucks.

So now I'm waiting for the tradesman. I think I'll go make another cup of coffee...

Monday, September 19, 2005

Baby names - no really this is cool

I discovered this little gem from an anonymous email sent to one of my staff members email addresses this afternoon. See how popular names have been over time for the last hundred years - fully interactive and really cool. My sister just had a baby and chose a name that doesn't even rate! Obscure names are back!

Yeah baby!

Times Online - Face Transplant

This article comes from the Times Online. Holy shi-t.

Saturday, September 17, 2005

A cracker of a day - but what's that smell? - National - smh.com.au

Shocking!

"Is that coffee plunger a bit too close to the edge of the bench?"



Yes.

Lord Lacking Letterboxes

I have often felt sorry for little old Lord St, Haberfield, down which I drive regularly. It is only 40 metres long and it has no property frontage; it only has sideage. This means it has no letterboxes, no house numbers; no one lives on Lord St.

It has street directory presence, but no White Pages presence. Does this make it any less of a street? I can't help but feel it is emasculated, or would that be enumerated?

Tuesday, September 13, 2005

Favourite Movie

It's been over two years since I sat down and watched my favourite movie. As usual, I just don't feel like sitting at home watching TV by myself, but I've been off work sick quite a lot over the past few weeks (yes my nose is red and sore, thanks for asking) and today I needed to sit down and watch something.

I suspect it would have been another couple of years before I really craved another viewing. I've seen it so many times I've started prompting the actors on their acting style and cueing their lines. Anyway, I have it on an old VCD (purchased perfectly legitimately I was assured by the dodgy looking flea market trader...) and apart from the Chinese subtitles, it's in good condition, so I plugged it into the laptop and refreshed my relationship with a masterpiece of suspense.

I won't mention it by name (or will I?) but here's a couple of good quotes:

"How do you shoot the devil in the back? What if you miss?"

"The greatest trick the devil ever pulled was convincing the world he didn't exist."
And, yes, I'm really sick. Get off your arse and give me a call. I could use a cheer up. And, of course, when I say 'call' I mean an email will be fine. My online persona gets pissed off when I have conversations without him.

Sunday, September 11, 2005

Walk on the surface of the Sun

Here's a cool site presenting an alternate theory of the makeup of the Sun, not as a classical ball of gas, but as a layered body with a solid ferrous surface. Interesting.

Friday, September 09, 2005

Musings on the way to Canberra

I’m sitting on a Greyhound coach on my way to Canberra. The sun is setting on my right, I didn’t get much sleep last night (No, I wish!) and I just passed the Meccano set (for those of you familiar with South West Sydney.)

I’m passing row after row of classic Aussie houses that drum up images in my mind of news archives of the 60s and 70s. Backyards with unmown lawns; block after block of single-storey fibro or orange brick houses; a Hills Hoist in every yard and one long untreated wooden picket fence extending the entire block.

It reminded me of a Today Tonight story I saw recently (yes I watch that trash, no, it’s not just for Naomi Robson’s immaculate sense of fashion that’s both sexy but professional) that was posing the question “Do we really know what ‘Australian culture’ is?” The usual stereotypes were identified and the singlet-wearing, prawn-barbie cooking, beer-swilling footy nut and nut-ess were identified in their natural habitat. I think I saw a mullet or two as well.

Then came the interesting bit. It used the stereotypes as a reference point and asked “Is this really us?” The majority of Aussies apparently don’t identify with these archetypes nor with our national anti-heroes such as Ned Kelly and Chopper Reid.

About one third of us are first generation immigrants and ninety-five percent of us are from immigrant families of one sort or another. I think we live mostly in urban centres – something like forty percent of us live in the outer suburbs of major urban centres.

For the most part we revere our disastrous World War One engagements, but it’s important to remember we were less than fourteen years into our sovereignty at the point. Canberra didn’t exist and neither did our sense of nation – not really.

It wasn’t until 1948 that the concept of an Australian citizen became separated from the Empire, so many of us or our parents were born as British subjects.

Overall, we are a young nation and perhaps we don’t have enough history of dynasties, revolutions or civil wars to make a national identity. In fact, we haven’t had any. What is a national identity anyway, I guess it’s an outlook on life and lifestyle that is dominant or shared by the majority of people. Perhaps we, as a nation of migrants and unassimilated cultures, don’t have enough in common (yet) to ever really share a common lifestyle or point of view. Any group you care to identify is really a minority: the beach-loving young professional, the factory worker with two point four kids and a house in the suburbs, the single mother doing it tough in western Sydney

All these questions are too much for me and I’m starting to get queasy from all the rocking back and forth. I guess I’ll just see myself in the nation’s capital and work on finding my own identity. The bloody nation can look after itself.

Thursday, September 08, 2005

Observations on the Train

Reasonable

You open the newspaper and begin reading while travelling home on the train. When you come to turn the page, the paper has developed a kink in the spine and crumples when you try to bring your hands together so instead of putting the paper down on your lap, you lean forward and poke the offending kink with your nose. The page now turns perfectly.

Ridiculous

Watching someone else do it.

Sunday, September 04, 2005

Lucifer's Hammer

The title of this post is borrowed from Larry Niven's and Jerry Pournelle's book about an asteroid collision with Earth. Here's the blurb from the back of my paperback edition:

The chances that Lucifer's Hammer would hit the earth head-on were one in a million

Then one in a thousand

Then one in a hundred. And then...

I had a dream last night that I witnessed an asteroid impact. It was nothing like the visuals from the Deep Impact or Armageddon movies, which both show a nice wide shot of the impact, the splash, the atmospheric stripping etc.

My visuals were at night, from a human vantage point. That is, from the surface. I was looking out a window; it was night, very dark and clear. The asteroid was huge and perfectly spherical. (Actually, now that I think of it, it must have been the size of the moon.)

It drifted so quickly down towards us, getting larger and larger. I wasn't anywhere near ground zero, so when it was so close I could see the silvery, dusty craters on the surface, it passed behind the limb of the Earth and that was it. No flash no nothing. We waited.. About fifteen seconds after we lost sight of it, we felt the tremors, like a bad earthquake. I was in the middle of the
21/9/99 Taiwan quake (referred to in classic American style as "9-21".) so I know what a bad one feels like. We all knew we had only minutes until the internal resonances split the planet's crust and the entire atmosphere was stripped away in a burst of planetary decompression, but all we could feel was the wonder at witnessing such an historic event. Oh, how very literati!

Anyway, it was so vivid and it refreshed my remembered feelings of wonder at the Shoemaker-Levy 9 comet impacting with Jupiter 16-22 July 1994. Wow. I remember it described by a scientist on the BBC "The Solar System" doco series as words to the effect of:

We always think about the 'construction period' of the solar system as a chaotic time of ceaseless bombardment, red hot planetoids and random collisions. What we forget is that it's still happening!

Check out here for some good info on that impact. Anyway, there have been a couple of new solar system discoveries lately that are pretty cool.

First, they discovered a tenth planet! Well, this ain't so impressive because the definition of a planet is getting a bit vague. See they discovered this vast new asteroid belt in 1992-ish called the Kuiper Belt. It starts at the orbit of Neptune, 30 AU (I'll resist giving a definition for an AU) and extends out to about 50 AU. Since then they've realised that Pluto is really just one of those guys, but big enough to be called a planet. Well, actually, it was the first to be discovered (in 1930 I believe) and since the existence of the belt was not known at that time, it was logical to classify it as a planet. Now we kinda know better, but the name has stuck. The point is that there is a grey area between what is a 'small planet' and a 'big asteroid.' For example, check out this image comparing some planets and asteroids.

So they have been discovering tons of these Kuiper Belt Objects (KBOs) for over a decade. Of note were Quaoar (2002) and Sedna (2004), both of which are biggies and everyone wanted to claim them as Planet X. However, since the whole Pluto-the-Planetoid debacle, this lofty status has been officially withheld. Here's the rub, this year, they discovered
"2003 UB313" which I have decided to name Tubby. Tubby is another big KBO, ho hum. The problem is it's bigger than Pluto. It kinda gets the 'planet' classification by default doesn't it? Or should we downgrade Pluto's status? Hmm. Well NASA already weighed in. They say Tubby is Planet X. Well done Michael Brown, Chad Trujillo and David Rabinowitz (So there's a n Anglican, a Catholic and a Jew...) The name is a whole other matter. It might be Persephone or Proserpina. And for those into astrology, Proserpine has been around for centuries anyway.

The other discovery that I reckon is pretty cool is actually a bit spooky. In a nerdy NASA kind of way. There’s a huge cloud or shell of icy comet like ‘dirty snowballs’ WAY out past the Kuiper Belt. Starting at something like 1000AU (or some such huge number) and extending for a light-year. Yes. A light-year. That’s right. One quarter of the way to the next star. Yes. That’s how big our solar system really is. The spooky part is after you get past the innies (Mercury, Venus, Earth and Mars) and then the asteroid belt (and for the record, if you were in the asteroid belt, you wouldn’t be dodging rocks like the Millennium Falcon. Each individual asteroid is so far away from its neighbours you wouldn’t actually be able to see more than one at a time.) and then King Jupiter himself. Then the huge distances to the outies (Saturn, Uranus and Neptune) then way out into the vast unexplored Kuiper Belt with planet sized lumps in there like Pluto, Sedna and Tubby. Then here’s the spooky bit. The Oort Clout is WAY WAY out there. After you get out of the Kuiper Belt there’s this giant gap. Nothin’ out there. No sir. It’s a void. I love that word. Void. Then you’re in what an extra-solar visitor would be see as ‘the solar system’ – the ruddy big cloud of snowballs that may or may not be named after some guy called Oort. Spooky void. What a nerd!

Anyway, to bring things back down to Earth – I have no bed. All gone. I’m sleeping on a mattress on the floor. For at least two weeks. I feel like a squatter. I guess I’ll light a campfire on the floor in the living room and boil me some old boot tea.

And dream about the void.

Friday, September 02, 2005

Clean fight

Hmm... not the biggest beer ad I've seen, but very funny. They REALLY want to kill eachother! Thanks to Leah for this one.

Dahl on drugs

I'm sick at home watching cooking shows. Mmmm, I love cooking shows, it makes me inspired to go food shopping. I come home with frozen dinners and wondered why I went in the first place since my freezer is full of frozen dinners already.

Anyway, this woman is cooking dahl - I never heard of it either. She says it's basically any stew-type slop based on legumes. Yum. Mum's lentil soup come to life!

Anyway, she was talking about tomatoes and I swear the following sentence filtered down into my consciousness while I was only half listening:
"Go easy on the tomatoes because they're very high on acid."
Zing!! Maybe I'll have a bowl of two of dahl after all!

Google Purge

Google Announces Plan To Destroy All Information It Can't Index | The Onion - America's Finest News Source

I love it! Got the link from Scobleizer.

Thursday, September 01, 2005

sexist flirt sms scam!

I watch a lot of free-to-air sci-fi, which means I end up watching TV in the 2200-0200 timeslot, which means I end up seeing a whole bunch of those 'sexy' adds.

One caught my eye for a very sex-ist reason. It was one of those usual FLIRT text services. The 'medium print' down the bottom said "Girls $1 per message."

What caught my eye was the word "girls". Was it free for guys? No. Then I read the small print:

Girls $1 per message, guys $1 for first two messages, then $4 per message.

Holy shit! I always knew live flirting was more expensive for guys because we buy the drinks! Now virtual flirting is more expensive. I guess it's only economics - higher demand from the guys brings higher costs.

Either that or the male half of the text service runs on petrol! Damn those rising oil prices!

All this wireless technology gives me the shits!

Yep. I have a new laptop.
Yep. I have a new wireless broadband internet connection.
Yep. I recently wrote a post to this blog while sitting on the crapper.
I love wireless technology!

Oh yes, very clever

It's a big ad!

Virtual Reunion

I just bumped into my sister as she parties in New York. I checked MSN messenger just now and she logged on for a grand total of 60 seconds. Just long enough to say "Hihowareya?"

I love living in the virtual worldscape!

Eye Of The Storm - a cool contemporary blog

Check out Eye Of The Storm. It's a blow-by-blow account of the current cyclone that has decimated New Orleans and parts of Mississippi. Tres real!