Vox’s posts tagged space

One of Jupiter's Moons

nobody@vox.com(Adriana) — Thu, 16 Oct 2008 06:20:45 +0000

Read and post comments | Send to a friend

Current Zen Desktop

nobody@vox.com(Bookmole) — Wed, 15 Oct 2008 13:52:05 +0000

Still haven't managed total Zen - I cannot get my Recycle Bin from my desktop, and I want the Vox folder as a temporary place to save things temporarily. Plus it's a handy way to quickly get to my computer folders, etc. But it is better than my last attempt.

My Tidy Desk

Can you tell I like space? Could you guess that I wanted to be an astronaut when I grew up? Perhaps not that one floating in space, there*. Never gonna happen now!

* Furthest untethered space walk. Or so it said wherever I got the picture from. Scary!

So. What's on your desktop?

Read and post comments | Send to a friend

NASA TV

nobody@vox.com(The Educated Fool) — Mon, 13 Oct 2008 16:45:24 +0000

No Tune of the Week this Monday. I'm just not up to it. We're getting closer and closer to completing bustawindow.com 2.0, and my brain is a bit of a blank.

I am including, however, a link to NASA's online "television station". It's pretty cool. You can watch anything from live footage of the Mars Lander to programs for kids that teach stuff very few adults know. Have fun!

Read and post comments | Send to a friend

work is the new drug

nobody@vox.com(nanodust) — Sat, 11 Oct 2008 07:20:36 +0000

i've been working a tad too much. if i had an MRI i think it'd look like this.

Semi-r27

seriously tho, you too.

this is a new brain imaging technique. read all about it.

Read and post comments | Send to a friend

Cost Overruns Threaten NASA's Next-Generation Mars Rover Project

nobody@vox.com(angelo) — Wed, 08 Oct 2008 16:18:49 +0000

Cost Overruns Threaten NASA's Next-Generation Mars Rover Project [in FoxNews] The $1.5 billion NASA already has sunk into its next Mars mission could be lost in space if Congress decides to cancel the flight due to cost overruns. The space agency could decide as early as Friday whether to cancel, delay or proceed with plans to launch a nuclear-powered, SUV-size Mars Science Laboratory to the red planet...

Send to a friend

Rachel in the sky with diamonds...

nobody@vox.com(lǝɥɔɐɹ) — Tue, 07 Oct 2008 15:56:38 +0000

Every morning I have a small folder of websites I check, Gmail, CNN, Michael Lutin, The LA Times horoscope (which I don't know why I even bother with, cause they are super lame) and NASA's Astronomy Picture of the Day. I freakin LOVE that site. There is an image a day since 1995. Helps keep things in perspective... I highly recommend it.

Today's Image:

NASA - 10/7/08

The image from my birthday/my current desktop:

NASA - 9/28/08

Send to a friend

Wow! Where have I been??

nobody@vox.com(Amp It Up!) — Mon, 06 Oct 2008 20:57:17 +0000

Well, I've been in the mountains of North Carolina, staying at a fabulous aery called the A.E. Deville House on Whiteside Mountain. Here are a couple of pictures of our view:

Whitesidevillaleft

Whitesidevillaview

What I learned by staying here is that I want to be able to have a long view, but I don't want to be so far above things that I'm no longer connected to the earth. Finding the right altitude when flying through life is so important.

I also learned that I need more time in nature, and I need QUIET. It was unbelievably silent there.

Are you giving yourself time away to think and breathe? Make space for yourself in your own life. You'll have so much more to give back.

Beyond that, I'm also in the process of moving my blog to my website. It will go active this week, so please keep an eye on PossibilitiesAmplified.com!

Read and post comments | Send to a friend

jupiter from earth - amazing photo

nobody@vox.com(Sujatin) — Mon, 06 Oct 2008 20:26:23 +0000

ESO PR Photo 33/08
A MAD view of Jupiter

Amazing image of Jupiter taken in infrared light on the night of 17 August 2008
::link

Read and post comments | Send to a friend

Outta Space, [get 'em] Outta [my] Sight!

nobody@vox.com(Lutes) — Mon, 06 Oct 2008 01:41:02 +0000

So like i said before, the Japanese are crazy. If that crazy phone wasn't enough, they decide to have a hypothetical fashion show, with a hypothetical prize that the people will win [hopefully] when some American company [unnamed] starts shipping rich people into space for funsies. And I mean, I know that being able to breathe and not be sucked into space and destroyed is sorta important...but looking FIERCE is clearly more of a priority.

Thank GOD the 2008 Aerospace show is looking out for me!

Tyra Approves:

Read and post comments | Send to a friend

December 21, 2012...whatcha know about that?

nobody@vox.com(Digital*Angel) — Sun, 05 Oct 2008 19:25:30 +0000

I had all but forgotten this date that a friend told me would signify the end of the world...at least the end of the world as we know it, until I was browsing blockbuster and found this movie: 2012: Doomsday. Sure looks like a gem of a movie, as Netflix gave it 2 stars so I will most likely not be watching it. I suddenly remembered that supposedly we are about 4 years from the end of the world, or so the Mayan calender says, so I went looking for information on the internet (cause the internet NEVER lies!! *LOL*) about this upcoming catastrophe. Here's what I found on www.december212012.com.

Here's information from an interview with a Mayan Elder. Apparently we've been taking it all wrong as a doomsday predictor, and it supposedly is just a day that the calender ends. The events that set a spectacular event in motion already happened, as of October 24, 2007, in the form of a giant Comet, called Comet Holmes, that had a huge explosion and became a solar system larger than the earth in the time frame of a month. Where the hell was I when this happened? I should have at least heard about it on the news, I probably would have followed the story about it. I love things in space. This shall be the next thing I google. But anyway....continuing on. From the point that the star appeared and became an ever expanding new solar system, we have 7 years until we see the huge change that is coming, which they say will be in the form of a magnetic pole shift followed by a physical pole shift. Supposedly this destroyed Atlantis many year ago, if you even believe in an Atlantis. Some people don't. I have no idea what the hell that all means, so maybe I shall google that after I google the comet. And I guess some space ancestors are coming. That would be the coolest shit ever, if we have space ancestors. I can only hope they don't hate us and want to destroy us all.

There's a lot of interesting stuff on that website, so go check it out. Whether you decide to believe in it or not is up to you! I personally have always thought that God wouldn't want us to know exactly the date we die, or when the end of times is near, and He just wants us to live to love Him and be good people. That way when He comes back, we are prepared.

I have to work on that.

Oh, and I just found this video on youtube from apparently that www.december212012.com that tells about all the changes happening in our world today that are signaling the end of times:

December 21 2012 Video

Apparently Hillary and Obama are the antichrist. I laughed my ass off. I always said Hillary was the antichrist! Of course, I was just joking. But I really do not like her.

And now I shall go to forget about this stuff for another year, and I am off to finish finding a Halloween costume!

Read and post comments | Send to a friend

China Launches First Willing Manned Mission Into Space

nobody@vox.com(Bol) — Fri, 03 Oct 2008 15:43:58 +0000

China Launches First Willing Manned Mission Into Space

Chinese gathered to see Zhang Tong, the first Chinese man to go into space without being chained inside the rocket.

Read and post comments | Send to a friend

Mise en Place or The Writer

nobody@vox.com(Bollocker) — Tue, 30 Sep 2008 21:13:13 +0000

State Sanctioned
I swipe my hand past the scanner. The mechanized box-- plugged into the wall, the wall into a grid, the grid into the network-- lights up from black. White light shines on my hand and a spinning gear whirs. With a click, the door opens. My door. To my house. Mine and everyone elses-- all the same box, lined up the same distance apart.
I step inside my world, my prison, beyond the foyeur and into the living room. Papers clutter the coffee table. The couch opposes the table, green with arm rests three times that of what you would need. The home is the only place where excess is allowed.

Excess. Like a wealthy class. Like poverty. We had enough of both to fill multiple Earths. Maybe that's what they did, started Earth A: Upper Class, Earth B: Original Earth and Middle Class, and Earth C: The Forsaken. It's not a big deal, space colonization. My father, if you can really call those cold machines "paternal," showed me captures of the first lunar city. His speech, staggered by contrived fragments, told me this was the beginning. His prerogative was to, like all parental units, teach without compassion. To train youth, detached. As a boy, I believed in our ability to reach out into the universe and change. Now I only see the reaching.

Excess. Like animals we don't eat. They were pets. No longer allowed. Shipped off to the Sun, all of them. Launched, in missile caskets, to the depths of blanketed nothingness. Maybe burned in a big heap, burried in a large ditch. If it is possible for humans to sell out individuals from their own species, what makes dogs exempt?

Excess. Like listing off another crime of permittance or domination, authored by the human race.

And here I am, standing at the edge of my living room, my suit still on. There is a photo of some of my friends on the coffee table, hidden almost entirely by legal papers. I grab it and head to the kitchen. The papers slide over top of each other. Some float to the floor behind me, reading "State Sanctioned" at the top.

I don't know one of the persons in this picture. The one at the center, the one everyone crowds around. That is me, that guy in the center, with black hair, grey eyes, and a smile like everyone else. But I don't know him, because I've never really ever seen myself. Not for who I am, anyway, just who I want to be. But that's the same with everyone in this picture. I don't really know them behind their grey and green eyes. I just see them and interact how I feel I should. It doesn't really go any deeper than that. These people, my friends, are nothing more than fractal images, rearranging, shifting, combining to become absolute in their projection.

I set the staged smiles on the counter. Eyes look back, but they don't see me. I go to my refrigerator wall unit and type in a string of numbers. My order to the machine is five-three-six, a rare strip with mashed red-skin potatoes. And water. It begins humming, replicating the biology of yeast. A molecular structure is laced within, and soon I will have a perfect copy of something delicious. A perfect copy, just like Elz, this girl coworker of mine. She's dead now, a copy in her place. No one should know this, but I know this. I am not sure why, but I know this. Something in me, something separate from the deterministic circuits.

I am a digital gene pasting associate for the Hub. I sit down at my desk and submit a new thinking code into the mainframe. An evolving code. It is telescoping, refining itself through failures, finding an efficient rhythm of progression. Within an hour, this code will know simple addition. Within days, it will know the self, have an ego, and think, perhaps, it should eat something. I add a line for recognition. If this contributes to the overall mainframe experience, maybe it will seek its creator. My grin is brief.

I take a break and breathe. I, God in exile, think of Elz, who left me shortly after we met. I remember the first time I ever saw human skin on another body. It is hers. Inexcusable that she enter my home without express permission from the Hub! So she dies. Assisted suicide. She dies and they copy. A replacement takes over and the syntax of society continues, missing not a single fabric of code.

My meal takes a few minutes for the processor to work out, so I head back to the bedroom. I unzip my suit. From head to toe, my body emerges from its Shell. Shells, these suits we all wear, projecting what viewers want to see. You might think I'm blonde, you might think I'm "white," or "black," but you'll never think wrong, because everyone is correct in perceiving. Projections are always what you want to see. Biologically, there's something we are most comfortable with seeing in other people. Usually ourselves, sometimes the exact opposite. Whatever restricted life conditions have created our desire for sensory comfort, these suits provide. Neural pathways all networked, anchored to the shores of a bigger system. The system of monitors and analyzation. Assessments. Assessments on what we need, relayed to all other suits. In our hands, unique digital addresses bind to everything we do. Our bodies, networked, like a microcosm of God's perfection.

The last of my suit drifts to my feet and I step out. I look out the window, dust settling in the sunlight, and the world is everything I can imagine. I see the steel walls that enclose this six block neighborhood. Six houses each block. Six neighborhoods every Trans exit. A perfect social dynamic. Easy to witness. Easy to calculate.

My steak is done and my opaque water is cold. I set them down on some papers and pick up the important legal ones from the floor as I sit on my big couch. It is comfortable and I am happy that this is my last meal. A simple favorite of mine. It feels false though. There are no cows.

Just us.

And them.

I look at the last paper I pick up. It reads "State Sanctioned." There is a line for my signature at the bottom, right under the final letters.

Highly advanced, near-human intelligence automates information centers. Computers. Sorting, watching, reviewing. Making sure everything is in place. Make sure we make it through to reach further into the depths of blanketed, muted oblivion. Safety and the progression of humanity is assured. At least, for everyone that chooses to partake. Treatments exist for those who don't. All of them.

I sign the document with a finger-tip pen. The LCD-paper processes my action and thus follows a delayed dance of lines and curves. I look at my calligraphic identity under the last line. It reads:

"State Sanctioned Self-Termination."

Afterworld

I ride in my hearse. It is a square cell. My chest and upper back touch cold metal as I inhale. The compartment hovers out of the neighborhood and down the street, passing smiling faces. They see a maintenance vehicle. Or a tour bus, ha! Whatever it is, I am suffocating inside this tiny tortoise. "Shells are there to protect you when you need them most. Should you ever cross the road." My unit teaches me this when I am a child.

The hearse arrives in a large garage and rumbles. My clamped feet and waist allow little movement. I strain to twist my face to a grate. Shutters close behind the vehicle. Darkness enchroaches. One sense gone. The hum of the undercarriage evaporates. Two senses. I feel a pinch in my spine. I struggle to reach the small of my back as my arms go limp. Three senses, and I fall to a helpless lean. An acrid primer thins across my tongue. A burning hair smell drifts up my nostrils. Overwhelmed, they too shut down. My mind lingers for a moment. I will see her light skin again, I think. I pass into darkness.

I dream a floating conveyor in the sky, transporting my skeleton over the tip of an icy mountain. The other side is a smeared blackness across an open canvas. The world closes behind, consuming the conveyor, siphoning the sky. A sutured wound. Before me, a giant bipedal canine growls, "I am Surma. You may never leave this place." His tail, a hissing serpent, coils in my direction and stares.

"You chose this chaosss, and now you will sssuffer. Forever," Surma's tail licks, tasting the brittle air. The belt ends and I descend into the gaping maw of God, screaming.

I wake up naked, faint needles pushing at my back. I open my eyes. I look down and see my uncovered skin, dark against the hairy emerald earth. I sit up, resting my hands by my side. I am confused and squint in the brightness. The sky is patchy. In the distance, a great wall of clouds surge-- marching. The air rumbles and vibrates from a distant wave of thunder. I jump up and scramble for a nearby tree. I am almost entirely exposed. I gaze across the open field, the whole ground bent and moving in my direction. No walls. Nothing. Just my tiny frame against a large tree, an open field, and a looming storm in the distance.

Her suit unzipped and powered down, I could see through the tight translucent skin that she was pale. She had blonde hair and blue eyes. I had never seen such a pulchritudinous geometry. I had never seen a nose, eyes. I had never seen a face.

"What's wrong," she sang, staring into my bright suit, her eyes hooked to the reel.

"You're pale." My monotonous statement reverberated within my suit.

"Oh, no. This was a mistake. Let's stop," she pleaded, her suit halfway down her chest. Draped on one shoulder.

"No! You. You're beautiful. It's just that," I hesitated, but unziped my suit. "I'm dark."

She gasped, trembling, "You too."

I asked her what she meant.

"You are beautiful."

At that moment, we shed our Shells and embraced. No amount of Supplement could have enthralled us so. Without Shells, the windows explained a crying world. Rain pelted the window and thunder tiptoed across Earth's ceiling. Neon flickers lit our bodies on the floor, illuminating unfettered smiles. We became the children we would never have, elated and giggling. Our heart beat rhythm matched-- we had never known the sinking drip of love as anything more than calculated lines and taboo. Captures, screens, and noise.

A round face swings into view, upside down. It connects to a scrawny body. The body to hands and feet. Hands and feet to a branch. The face's tongue dangles. Saliva oozes from the ringent gawk. I yelp and scuttle around the tree. Right into the trunk of a man-- two wide-spread sets of long, skeletal roots. I stare at them for perhaps a moment longer than comfort allows. He shifts his weight.

"They're toes," he sings. I look to his mouth in awe.

"Dog! It's a dog! All fours!" The swinging ghoul drops and waddles round the tree, hunched and panting.

"Don't mind him. He doesn't recognize humans. This is why he is here." He pauses, gazes across the open field, his khaki face airy and pleasant, relaxed and comfortable. His gaze pierces the imposing storm and he frowns. "Here. In Afterworld. The road to Neverwhere."

His eyes nearly disappear in a fleshy trench as he squints. A cone of hair drops with his chin. And a sigh, "Come with us," he looks to me, "all iterations are of use to us. Many are special. But few, a handful, hold the truth."

"Seen your fur before, seen your fur," barks the ghoul. "Seen hers too, seen hers."

I ask what they mean.

"We will explain everything when we return to the Enclave. We must go now." He points to the sable clouds, "Today's test."

Alone and confused, I follow my only connections to this new world.

Delirium Written

I inquire to their names. One, the bearded watcher, is Gage. The dog with visual form agnosia, that's Phin. They do not ask for my name. Instead, Gage tells me he was born here. Born. He was little. No one in the mainframe is ever little. This is why the Enclave allows Gage a name. I ask him why Phin has a name. Phin, who pants as we walk. Gage looks at me and grins. Phin bends, scratches behind his ears with his foot and continues trotting on all fours. I nod to Gage, Phin is special. A hiccup in paradise.

"Always hot when fury," Phin pants.

"You don't have fur though. You're free," I tell him. Free from the wires. Thrall to nothing digital. The weather here touches skin. The wind. Thin droplets wet my hair. No facade.

Phin yelps, "My fur stands! God pulls it!" He gallops on all fours, passes Gage.

Looking over his shoulder, Gage agrees and quickens his pace, saying, "We waited too long." Quickened pace becomes a full-on sprint. I let them go and stare into the storm. I am planted, transfixed. "Newcomer!" I ignore. Gage stomps to a stop, grabs my bare shoulder, and begins to run again. This breaks the hex. "Come, we run for the cave ahead!"

Behind and above, a groan mounts the air. Charges it. Fear floods my blood. Each raindrop pelts against my naked body, stinging. No protection. I hold my genitalia lest it bounce and slow my pace. Lest it suffer exposure. Like the tortoise, humans have a natural defense against the elements. Logic and emotion. We settled on only one ages ago.

A stream of light hammers the ground, blasting bits of earth in all directions. The groaning air thins into something like a laugh and dissipates. Dust to water, smoke to air, the clouds retreat into themselves and disappear. It reminds me of the sky in my dream, before arriving here. A wound, stitching itself up. The sky clears and the rumbles cease. Nothing now but the sound of weeping.

Phin cradles Gage in his arms, squeaking with tears. "Why did he take him?"

"He?"

"God."

"He refers to the Hub," a voice strains from behind. A woman with grey lumps of hair on her head. "We seek to destroy it. Today." She pauses. "Phin. Take Gage to the burial grounds." Desperation taints her voice for a moment. She then composes herself and continues to speak with Phin as he passes, Gage in his arms. "Are you ready for your job?" She looks into Gage's eyes and closes them with a light press of her light, wrinkled hand.

"'Course, 'course I am, Elz-2," he barks.

"Elz? You work at the mainframe! I have know you," I urge her to remember.

Her eyebrows disagree, arched.

"Perhaps it was another iteration. My model has failed numerous times in the system. And look at me now. I age. I choose this. Remove the chip in your hand. Sever its ties to your brain, young one. That is what I did, and now I see. I age, but I see. My eyes are free from the reel." She looks to her shoulder, her peripheral. A crowd staggers from the darkness of the cave into the light, shielding their eyes, massaging them. Elz-2 continues, "We plan to destroy the Bulwark first and then move into the mainframe. From there, we will march to the Hub." The crowd behind her, their eyes cleansed, stands fully erect, listening intently. "Since Gage," she swallows, "cannot speak for your entrance into this realm, you must stay behind."

"I am looking for someone. A girl. A, uh," I hesitate,"an Elz. She terminated herself. Even if we are dead here, if this is a stage set for suffering, testing-- I will remain. If it means I see her again."

She laughs, "Dead! Then you have no reason to protest, tyro. Stay. Find her. I have known love, too." She smiles, tears in her eyes, and nods to the cave. She begins walking, passes me. Phin returns from the cave and trots alongside. The crowd marches onward, a snake of humans from within the cave. For a good hour of standard time, they emerge. I sit next to the cave and watch their faceless backs. I take a nap and awake to the tail rattling over a hill and beyond sight. Soon, the head of the snake will reach its destination. As this thought reaches my mind, they do.

The ground trembles and little beams of light crack through the blue sky. Clouds swirl to the top of a radiant blue ceiling, evaporate, and burst into water. More and more clouds to the top. A backward sink. Up, up, up. Rain begins to fall as the clouds burst. They immediately rise passed the popped clouds and into the invisible sink. Trees uproot. Blades of green hair rip from the ground. A fury of pastels reach upward. Twisting, they blend. A familiar groan expands and echoes through the air. This time, there is no doubt this is a voice.

"This is no beginning to revolution. This is the final chapter in this world. Gone to far. Free will does not exist. Stasis, all of you in stasis." A blinding light detonates in some foothills of what could be the icy mountain I passed on my way here.

I rush into the cave for cover. A rock separates from the rocky wall and knocks me out. When I come to, I am on a flat plane of grey and white, welded panels. They stretch into the distance, upward, into a dome. In the distance, I see a man crawling toward me. I squint, strain my eyes, reach out with my sight. It is Phin.

"Phin! What happened?"

"Newcomer!" he runs up, grunting. "Elz-2 made me useful. Let me defeat Surma." Most of the inhabitants of Afterworld refuse to give up their agelessness, and thus, they will never see the truth, if lies project. Elz-2 needed substantiation from someone else that Surma was, in fact, not a horrible monster. "And they said they learned of a bitch. Pregnant. They can't terminate them, never do. They all stay. Your bitch. Your bitch and now you're trapped in here! They destroyed the bridge. Prevented evil dogs from catching them."

"Bitch?"

"Girl dog. Elz. Elz twenty-one!" He smiles and wags his butt in the air.

I grind my ivory teeth. "I don't need a bridge. I need a computer," I tell him, adding that I once programmed for the mainframe. "If you can climb a tree, if the rain here can soak us, if lightning can electrocute us, I don't need a bridge. I'll write one."

"Writers can tell any tale! Tail, I have a tail!"

"But first. I need something to cover my body with."

Read and post comments | Send to a friend

OceanExpress: Test your puzzle skills aboard the Ocean Express!

nobody@vox.com(Loretta) — Tue, 30 Sep 2008 15:57:38 +0000

OceanExpress (18 MB download)

Test your puzzle skills aboard the Ocean Express! Pack your puzzle pieces carefully to maximize cargo space and strategically upgrade your fleet to unlock new coastal cities.

Read and post comments | Send to a friend

More than meets the eye?

nobody@vox.com(PK) — Mon, 29 Sep 2008 17:44:05 +0000

The bright lights of space

Dark matter, what is it anyway? The rival of gravity? A black nothingness? The "space" part of space?

We don't really know, and how can we? After-all, it is rather difficult to analyze something that is invisible and cannot be contained. All we have are theories.

Dark matter, or dark energy, could be the force that pushes apart galaxies in the universe. But if it's not dark matter or its war with gravity then what is it? I doubt we will know any time soon.

But let us migrate to a hypothesis and a theory. Now, I admit, I am no astronomer, nor astrophysicist, nor cosmologist, nor theoretical physicist, so don't blame me if I'm wrong.

This article spawned an interesting idea that I would love to mull over. The article spoke of a mysterious shift, or tug, in the universe and one part caught my eye more than the others:

"As for what could be exerting such a powerful, pervasive tug, it can't be anything within our universe, since there just isn't anything with remotely enough mass, said Kocevski.
The sole possible explanation Kashlinsky offers is that there might be a large, very bulky neighboring part of the universe which is so far away we cannot see it. It could be, if inflationary theories are correct, a twin universe that inflated less evenly than our own did soon after the Big Bang...
It could be, then, that there was another, less effective inflation next door to our observable universe..."

Galaxy Merge

A twin universe? That brings forth some interesting ideas, does it not? What if there is another universe just outside the reach of our own? What if it's even closer than we could imagine? What if it's coming closer? What if it could merge? It is possible; fantastical, but possible.

Why stop with just one more universe? What if we are surrounded by universes? What if they are as infinite in number as there are planets, galaxies, and stars in our own cosmos? (As if we could claim a universe.)

What if the Big Bang that created the universe we call home was just one of many? Maybe the BB was more similar to a supernova--a rare, but naturally occurring event. It's like the age old question of whether or not the universe end in fire or ice; perhaps that could be compared to a star either going supernova or becoming a dwarf.

Domes within domes. Body-house-Earth-Sol-Milkyway-Universe--does it stop there? Maybe not. What if the universe lives within an even larger place? A place outside of a place outside of a place? Life is a cycle of birth, growth, destruction, and rebirth. From the ashes of a supernova forms a new star that matures, expands, and explodes only to be born again. What if that is the fate of our universe? Or more so, what if that was the birth of our universe?

That something so infinitely larger than us could be a part of something even bigger is, indeed, an ambitious idea, but what evidence have we found that could deny it? Our technological scope only reaches so far...

Possibilities are truly endless.

-PK

Read and post comments | Send to a friend

2032AD

nobody@vox.com(Art In Reality) — Sun, 28 Sep 2008 21:45:52 +0000

2032AD

The year is 2032AD and a lone group of people are traveling through space tracking the remnants of the Moon, which spiraled out of control after it felt the effects of the explosion of the Earth in 2025.

Read and post comments | Send to a friend

creating dark matter - MACS J0025.4-1222

nobody@vox.com(karlos) — Sun, 28 Sep 2008 09:30:42 +0000

Ever wanted to see the creation of dark matter. Well here it is . . . A powerful collision of galaxy clusters has been captured by NASA’s Hubble Space Telescope and Chandra X-ray Observatory. The observations of the cluster known as MACS J0025.4-1222 indicate that a titanic collision has separated the dark from ordinary matter and it's provided an independent confirmation of a similar effect detected previously in a target dubbed the Bullet Cluster. Mind blowing.

MACS J0025'4-1222

Read and post comments | Send to a friend

Swarm Gold: Adrenaline-pumping action in an explosive shoot 'em up style!

nobody@vox.com(Augusta) — Sun, 28 Sep 2008 08:47:43 +0000

Swarm Gold (26 MB download)

Swarm Gold provides fast-paced, adrenaline-pumping action in an explosive shoot 'em up style! The game play is wild and full of surprises. There are over 100 challenging levels and a ton of weapon enhancements, including a Star Clubber attachment that you have to see to believe! This isn't a game to miss; you won't find a more enjoyable game anywhere. Swarm Gold is visually tantalizing, intense, absorbing and downright fun. Download this space shooter now!

Read and post comments | Send to a friend

The Sink at Sunset

nobody@vox.com(torrymas) — Sat, 27 Sep 2008 18:12:59 +0000

The Sink at Sunset

http://bollocker.vox.com/library/post...

Okay, so I haven't written anything substantial here in awhile. Boo hoo. I was assigned to write a piece of fiction for a class I am taking, and honestly, I don't much like it. I use Mark Twain's philosophy of writing uncontrollable characters into wells. Except, this time, with no desire or time...

Read and post comments | Send to a friend

2MASX J00482185-2507365

nobody@vox.com(karlos) — Sat, 27 Sep 2008 15:05:59 +0000

You don't see this happen everyday ! NASA's Hubble Space Telescope captured a rare alignment between two spiral galaxies. The outer rim of a small, foreground galaxy is silhouetted in front of a larger background galaxy. Skeletal tentacles of dust can be seen extending beyond the small galaxy's disk of starlight. From ground-based telescopes, the two galaxies look like a single blob. But the Advanced Camera's sharp "eye" distinguished the blob as two galaxies, cataloged as 2MASX J00482185-2507365.

galactic collision

Read and post comments | Send to a friend

Filters

nobody@vox.com(Axiom) — Fri, 26 Sep 2008 07:07:21 +0000

Filters

Simplification complexified reflexively.

Why do we entangle ourselves?

Read and post comments | Send to a friend