Wednesday, November 12, 2008

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Wednesday, May 21, 2008

Sunday, May 4, 2008

Ploaie rosie din India - contaminare cu celule extraterestre?

A con­tro­ver­sial the­o­ry, that strange red rains in In­dia six years ago might have con­tained mi­crobes from out­er space, has­n’t died. In fact, things might be get­ting even weirder.
A new study sug­gests the claimed con­nec­tion be­tween scar­let rain and ti­ny ce­les­tial vis­i­tors may be con­sist­ent with his­tor­i­cal ac­counts link­ing col­ored rain to me­te­or pass­ings. These would seem to ech­o the In­dia case, in which or­gan­isms are pro­posed to have fall­en out of a break­ing me­te­or.

“Some of these [past] ac­counts may have been ex­ag­ger­at­ed,” cau­tioned the new stu­dy’s au­thor in re­port­ing his find­ings, adding that con­si­der­able prob­lems also dog the alien-cell pro­po­sal.
Yet the his­tor­i­cal anal­y­sis, he con­clud­ed, shows the ques­tion is “much more com­plex than one might have ex­pect­ed” and “should be in­ves­t­i­gated with eve­ry sci­en­tif­ic re­source” avail­a­ble.
The stu­dy, by doc­tor­al stu­dent Pat­rick Mc­Caf­ferty of Queen’s Un­ivers­ity Bel­fast, is pub­lished in the ad­vance on­line edi­tion of the In­terna­t­ional Jour­nal of As­tro­bi­ol­o­gy.

Mc­Caf­ferty an­a­lyzed, as he wrote, “80 ac­counts of red rain, an­oth­er 20 ref­er­ences to lakes and riv­ers turn­ing blood-red, and 68 ex­am­ples of oth­er phe­nom­e­na such as col­oured rain, black rain, milk, bricks, or hon­ey fall­ing from the sky.”

Six­ty of these events, or 36 per­cent, “were linked to me­te­oritic or com­et­ary ac­ti­vity,” he went on. But not al­ways strongly. Some­times, “the fall of red rain seems to have oc­curred af­ter an air­burst,” as from a me­te­or ex­plod­ing in air; oth­er times the odd rain­fall “is merely recorded in the same year as a stone-fall or the ap­pear­ance of a comet.”

The phe­nom­e­na were recorded in times and places as var­ied as Clas­si­cal Rome, me­di­e­val Ire­land, Nor­man Brit­ain and 19th cen­tu­ry Cal­i­for­nia, not­ed Mc­Caf­ferty, who has a mas­ter’s de­gree in ar­chae­o­lo­gy and stud­ies Irish myth and as­tron­o­my. Mc­Caf­ferty added that ta­les sug­ges­tive of red rain-me­te­or links al­so crop up in myth.
With wit­nesses to past events all long dead, Mc­Caf­ferty wrote that probably no his­tor­i­cal anal­y­sis will ev­er set­tle the de­bate over the 2001 rain­falls in In­dia.
Re­search claim­ing to con­nect these rains to ex­tra­ter­res­tri­al life pro­voked dis­be­lief when they were first re­ported wide­ly, in World Sci­ence. “I real­ly, really don’t think they are from a me­te­or!” wrote Har­vard Un­ivers­ity bi­ol­o­gist Jack Szos­tak, re­fer­ring to cell-like par­t­i­cles that had been re­ported to per­me­ate the col­lect­ed rain­wa­ter.

The cu­ri­ous events be­gan on July 25, 2001, when res­i­dents of Ker­a­la, a re­gion in south­west­ern In­dia, started see­ing scar­let rain in some ar­eas. It per­sisted on-and-off for some weeks, even two months. Sci­en­tists could­n’t iden­ti­fy the cell-like specks that gave the wa­ter its scar­let hue. Specula­t­ion of pos­si­ble ex­tra­ter­res­tri­al ori­gins be­gan.
Two In­di­an sci­en­tists lat­er pub­lished a chem­i­cal and bi­o­log­i­cal anal­y­sis sug­gest­ing, they said, that the specks might in­deed be lit­tle aliens. They “have much si­m­i­lar­ity with bi­o­log­i­cal cells” but with­out DNA, wrote the re­search­ers, God­frey Lou­is and A. San­thosh Ku­mar of In­di­a’s Ma­hat­ma Gan­dhi Un­ivers­ity. “Are these cell-like par­t­i­cles a kind of al­ter­nate life from space?”

They cit­ed news­pa­per re­ports that a me­te­or broke up in the at­mos­phere hours be­fore the red rain. Lou­is and Ku­mar’s re­search pa­per ap­peared in the April 4, 2006 on­line edi­tion of the re­search jour­nal As­t­ro­phys­ics and Space Sci­ence. In pre­vi­ous, un­pub­lished pa­pers, the pa­ir al­so claimed the par­t­i­cles could re­pro­duce in ex­treme heat.

Some re­search­ers, in­clud­ing Chan­dra Wick­ra­mas­inghe, di­rec­tor of the Cen­tre for As­tro­bi­ol­o­gy at Car­diff Un­ivers­ity, U.K., have said that Lou­is and Ku­mar’s idea may well be cor­rect. He and oth­er sup­port­ers point­ed to the con­sist­en­cy of the alien-cell hy­poth­e­sis with the pop­u­lar “pansper­mia” the­o­ry, which holds that me­te­ors and comets might have seeded life through­out many plan­ets.
But oth­er sci­en­tists have cit­ed prob­lems with the the­o­ry, in­clud­ing a lack of clear ev­i­dence for any me­te­or, and the knot­ty ques­tion of how mi­cro-aliens might have stayed aloft for months af­ter burst­ing out of a me­te­or.
“With­out con­clu­sive ev­i­dence such as me­te­oritic dust mixed with red rain, it is dif­fi­cult to say an­ything spe­cif­ic about Ker­a­la’s red rain,” Mc­Caf­ferty wrote. But in his­to­ry, he added, “there ap­pears to be a strong link be­tween some re­ported events [like it] and me­te­oritic ac­ti­vity. The re­ported airburst just be­fore the fall of red rain in Ker­a­la fits a fa­mil­iar pat­tern, and can­not be dis­missed so easily as an un­re­lat­ed co­in­ci­dence.”

Saturday, April 26, 2008

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Monday, April 21, 2008

Saturday, April 19, 2008

So far so good :) Lucrurile incep incet-incet sa se miste catre "si mai bine", iar fiecare zi incepe sa semene cu un sertar cu ciorapi multicolori, diverese and colourful. Dupa experienta Next, urmeaza tot soiul de evenimente cultural-artistice, si sa speram ca de data asta proiectiile, instalatiile sau piesele de teatru sa fie un pic mai digerabile de un public cu un aparat critic mai putin dezvoltat pentru piese de arta dominate de estetica nonsensului (intr-adevar, nonsensul pare biblia regizorilor contemporani). Cu toate acestea, sper ca ati prins cat mai multe din scurtmetrajele festivalului, si pe viitor sa nu ratati evenimentele de genul.
In alta ordine de idei, motoarele s-au deschis de ceva vreme, daca sunteti pasionati. Poti prinde chiar si o briza-doua daca ajungi devreme, te simti ca la mare si mai si prinzi locuri.

Monday, April 7, 2008

TES Elder Scrolls: Oblivion peformed live. Watch it

Banca Globala de Seminte Svalbard

A vault designed to pro­tect va­nish­ing seed va­rie­ties for fu­ture gener­a­t­ions opened Feb. 26 on a re­mote Arc­tic is­land. The Sval­bard Glob­al Seed Vault, a pro­ject of the Nor­we­gian go­vern­ment, re­ceived in­au­gu­ral ship­ments of 100 mil­lion seeds that orig­i­nat­ed in over 100 coun­tries.

With de­posits rang­ing from un­ique va­ri­eties of Af­ri­can and Asian food sta­ples such as maize, rice, wheat, cow­pea, and sor­ghum to Eu­ro­pe­an and South Amer­i­can va­ri­eties of egg­plant, let­tuce, bar­ley, and po­ta­to, the first de­posits rep­re­sent what of­fi­cials called the most com­pre­hen­sive and di­verse col­lec­tion of food crop seeds held any­where.
At the open­ing cer­e­mo­ny, Nor­we­gian Prime Min­is­ter Jens Stoltenberg un­locked the cham­ber and, with Af­ri­can No­bel Peace Prize-winning en­vi­ron­men­tal­ist Wan­gari Maathai, placed the first seeds in­side.

Eu­ro­pe­an Com­mis­sion Pres­ident José Man­u­el Bar­roso along with dig­ni­tar­ies and ag­ri­cul­ture ex­perts from around the globe de­posited ad­di­tion­al seeds. Nor­we­gian mu­si­cians al­so per­formed at the open­ing cer­e­mo­ny, held 130 me­tres deep in a fro­zen moun­tain.
Built near the vil­lage of Long­year­byen on the is­land of Spits­ber­gen, Nor­way, the vault at its in­cep­tion con­tains 268,000 dis­tinct seed sam­ples—each from a dif­fer­ent farm or field. Each sam­ple may con­tain hun­dreds of seeds or more. In all, the day’s ship­ments weighed some 10 tonnes.
The vault is part of what its pro­po­nents call an un­prec­e­dent­ed ef­fort to pro­tect the plan­et’s rap­idly di­min­ish­ing bio­di­vers­ity.

The ge­net­ic di­vers­ity of crops is es­sen­tial for food pro­duc­tion, yet sci­en­tists say it’s be­ing lost. The vault, dug deep in­to the fro­zen rock of an Arc­tic moun­tain, is meant to se­cure for cen­turies, or long­er, hun­dreds of mil­lions of seeds rep­re­senting eve­ry im­por­tant crop va­ri­e­ty avail­a­ble in the world to­day. As well as pro­tecting against the dai­ly loss of di­vers­ity, the vault is al­so seen as a last-resort bul­wark for restart­ing ag­ri­cul­tur­al pro­duc­tion at the re­gion­al or glob­al lev­el in the wake of a nat­u­ral or man-made dis­as­ter. Con­tin­gen­cies for cli­mate change have been worked in­to the plan. Even in the worst-case sce­nar­i­os of glob­al warm­ing, the vault rooms will re­main nat­u­ral­ly fro­zen for up to 200 years, its de­sign­ers say.
“With cli­mate change and oth­er forc­es threat­en­ing the di­vers­ity of life that sus­tains our plan­et, Nor­way is proud to be play­ing a cen­tral role in cre­at­ing a facil­ity ca­pa­ble of pro­tecting what are not just seeds, but the fun­da­men­tal build­ing blocks of hu­man civ­il­iz­a­tion,” said Nor­way’s Prime Min­is­ter Jens Stoltenber

Friday, April 4, 2008

Sindromul Unertan - evolutia rasturnata

Af­ter two years in which he some­times tast­ed rid­i­cule, there is now some rec­og­ni­tion for a Turk­ish sci­ent­ist who claims ev­o­lu­tion may have gone back­ward in some un­usu­al coun­try­men of his. Phys­i­olo­g­ist Un­er Tan’s lat­est re­search on the peo­ple—who have walked on all fours life­long—is set to ap­pear in one of the most pres­tig­ious sci­en­tif­ic jour­nals.
In the re­search, Tan and col­leagues iden­ti­fy a gene linked to the con­di­tion, which they call Un­er­tan syn­drome.

Tan de­scribed him­self as “ex­tremely hap­py” about the pub­lica­t­ion. The find­ings are to ap­pear this week in the on­line early edi­tion of the U.S. jour­nal Pro­ceed­ings of the Na­tional Acad­e­my of Sci­ences. The jour­nal is of­ten cit­ed as one of the three most in­flu­en­tial sci­en­tif­ic jour­nals over­all by Thom­son Sci­en­tif­ic, a com­pa­ny that pub­lishes widely used jour­nal rank­ings.
The pub­lica­t­ion comes af­ter Tan, fac­ing skep­ti­cism and some­times hos­til­ity, had long dif­fi­cul­ties in get­ting his stud­ies on the syn­drome pub­lished in ma­jor jour­nals.

Con­tro­ver­sy fol­lowed Tan ev­er since he pro­posed his re­verse-ev­o­lu­tion the­o­ry, which along with the syn­drome it­self was first re­ported to the gen­er­al pub­lic in World Sci­ence. The the­o­ry—not dis­cussed in the Pro­ceed­ings pa­per—holds that the syn­dome may be a ge­net­ic throw­back to our ape-like an­ces­tors’ walk­ing style, and thus could shed light on it. Some sci­ent­ists have called the idea highly im­plau­si­ble. They ar­gue that any muta­t­ion caus­ing mod­ern peo­ple to walk on all fours must in­volve a sin­gle ge­net­ic change, where­as the ev­o­lu­tion­ary tran­si­tion to up­right walk­ing probably in­volved many changes.
Oth­ers who dis­a­gree with Tan have gone fur­ther and ac­cused him of slop­py schol­ar­ship and even er­rat­ic be­hav­ior. The sci­en­tif­ic de­bate has been com­pli­cat­ed by bit­ter, more per­son­al dis­putes be­tween Tan and some col­leagues, as well by what some ob­servers have called a circus-like at­mos­phere that sur­rounded the syn­drome’s dis­cov­ery in 2006.

Yet amid these con­tro­ver­sies, some re­search­ers called Tan’s re­verse-ev­o­lu­tion hy­poth­e­sis plau­si­ble and test­a­ble. Rev­erse ev­o­lu­tion—an or­gan­is­m’s re­turn to ge­net­ic char­ac­ter­is­tics of its an­ces­tors—has been doc­u­mented to oc­cur in some an­i­mals, such as fish that lose their eyes af­ter liv­ing in dark caves for genera­t­ions.
The new pa­per, co-authored with six of Tan’s col­leagues in­clud­ing his wife, Meliha, re­ports that a re­spon­si­ble muta­t­ion has been found in two of four fam­i­lies that by now have turned up af­fect­ed by “Uner­tan syn­drome.”
“Hu­man mo­lec­u­lar ge­net­ics in Tur­key is ‘on the map’ with this el­e­gant anal­y­sis,” said Mary-Claire King, a ge­net­icist at the Uni­ver­s­ity of Wash­ing­ton and an ed­i­tor of the Pro­ceed­ings.The muta­t­ion is thought to af­fect brain de­vel­op­ment, though how pre­cisely it may lead to the un­usu­al walk­ing style is un­clear. Or­gan­isms that move on all fours are called quadrupeds.

Since the in­tial re­port of the syn­drome, Tan and col­leagues have iden­ti­fied three more Turk­ish fam­i­lies af­fect­ed. The Pro­ceed­ings pa­per re­ports that mem­bers of two of the fam­i­lies suf­fer a muta­t­ion in a gene called VLDLR, which in­flu­ences how new brain cells find their way to the right place in the de­vel­op­ing brain. One brain re­gion af­fect­ed is the cer­e­bel­lum, which gov­erns bal­ance for walk­ing and stand­ing.
In a third fam­i­ly—that of the first dis­cov­ered cases of the syn­drome—Tan’s group con­firmed a pre­vi­ous study link­ing their muta­t­ion to a re­gion of a chro­mo­some called 17p. The re­gion is be­lieved to be one of the ar­eas of great­est dif­fer­ences be­tween hu­mans and chimps. Tan has said that this find­ing sup­ports his re­verse-ev­o­lu­tion idea. Al­though the new pa­per did­n’t go in­to that, he said he ex­pects fu­ture stud­ies to look at this issue. Probably “many genes are in­volved,” he added.

Thursday, March 27, 2008


Friday, March 21, 2008

Mr Monk

Saturday, March 15, 2008

My Little Black Raisin Heart

Pentru cei care nu stiu chestia asta de cand cu intoarcerea mea cvasi-mesianica din Londra, urasc oamenii -si sunt foarte de stanga cu aceasta problema, ii urasc pe toti fara discriminare (cu exceptiile notabile a celor pe care ii iubesc :) ).
Sunt o masa de vite ovine si porcine hranite cu lingurita de televizor, virusi cu pantofi si ego-uri deviante care ne polueza constiinta colectiva si ne fac sa platim un pret psihic mult mai mare decat ne dam seama. Bimboes de ambele sexe care personifica paradigma unei societati dominate de o elita care dirijeaza majoritatea docila si supusa, prin intermediul institutiilor politice, religioase si economice si mass-media care informeaza, formeaza in minte colectiva o viziune a realitatii conforma cu a lor.
Fiecare noapte in oras ( b52, comandante..) imi umple inima mea mica si neagra cu ura si bila fata de ei.

Thursday, March 13, 2008

Wednesday, March 5, 2008

Foarte Lapidar

Ok. Foarte pe scurt, ultimele zile au fost destul de alerte si am fost constant pe fuga, asa ca imi cer scuze pe aceasta cale pentru absenta de pe propriul blog. Nu aud pe nimeni plangandu-se de acest fapt (and for that, fuck you;) ) dar se remediaza oricum acum.
Am fost zilele trecute la Centrul Ceh la seara documentara si de Pilsner gratuit. As it turns out, Pilsnerul a fost the only highligh of the evening (that, and M.) pentru ca "documentarul" cu pricina era de fapt un pot pourri cvasiartistic de inregistrari ale unor spectacole, concerte sau happeninguri din anii '70 (plus/minus cativa ani), un non sequitur epatant compus din contraste precum reprezentatia unui Hendrix sau Miles Davis contrapunctat inspirat de un nene cu puta goala care si-o vantura pe ritmuri foarte "gettupppa", acompaniat de pizda de rigoare, nerasa, tufisoasa, neagra, cu tatele albe de la costumul de baie... etcetera. Porcarie, poftim, am spus-o, sa mergem mai departe. Ok, poti sa iti opresti dialogul interior (vorba lui B. H. ) si sa accepti ca un putoi ceh care filmeaza 7 showuri cu homosexuali, transvestiti, jazz de calitate si hendrix, apoi pute si pizde si diversi alti prajiti si le arata apoi 25 ani mai tarziu, in Romania, nu este artist. Ok? N-a produs nimic original, doar si-a varat camcorderul in putele branzoase ale altor performeri si s-a mandrit ca ciobanul cu ce-a invatat el din New York. Ok? Foarte bine, sa mergem mai departe.
Am vazut si Ratatouille. Inspirant, foarte ok, cu mesaj, de 10 ori mai bun decat orice alta animatie in ultimii 3 ani.
In continuare, in timpul unei sedinte de gatit (pentru mine si doar pentru mine) am vizionat si inculpatul "No Reservations". Iei o tipa fututa la cap tipica, o arunci in aceeasi oala cu tipul simpatic, natural si foarte descurcaret cu copii, dar conturat lapidar si fara trecut, o copila oarecum ca nuca-n perete (pentru ca e o comedie pare-se si totusi fetita e acolo din cauza ca ii moare mama :| ) si mult gatit (most of the times, cu fite). Si iti iese un ceva 100% american, la fel ca mult-laudata lor pizza culturala, un film ce putea sa aiba un singur fir narativ logic, coerent si self-sufficient dar care in schimb a avut vreo 3 galeti de apa aruncate peste zeama narativa, rezultand o ciorba slaba si ambigua gustativ.
Asa. Acum sa ajungem la prezent. Fuck them, they're all bitches...oops, wrong meeting. Da. Acum fac bagajele pentru Londra, da, plec singur, in lume, etc, ne vedem cu totii pe 10 cand ma intorc.

Tuesday, February 26, 2008

In Memoriam Bill Hicks

"I was born William Melvin Hicks on December 16, 1961 in Valdosta, Georgia. Ugh. Melvin Hicks from Georgia. Yee Har! I already had gotten off to life on the wrong foot. I was always “awake,” I guess you’d say. Some part of me clamoring for new insights and new ways to make the world a better place.
All of this came out years down the line, in my multitude of creative interests that are the tools I now bring to the Party. Writing, acting, music, comedy. A deep love of literature and books. Thank God for all the artists who’ve helped me. I’d read these words and off I went – dreaming my own imaginative dreams. Exercising them at will, eventually to form bands, comedy, more bands, movies, anything creative. This is the coin of the realm I use in my words – Vision.
On June 16, 1993 I was diagnosed with having “liver cancer that had spread from the pancreas.” One of life’s weirdest and worst jokes imaginable. I’d been making such progress recently in my attitude, my career and realizing my dreams that it just stood me on my head for a while. “Why me!?” I would cry out, and “Why now!?”
Well, I know now there may never be any answers to those particular questions, but maybe in telling a little about myself, we can find some other answers to other questions. That might help our way down our own particular paths, towards realizing my dream of New Hope and New Happiness.


I left in love, in laughter, and in truth and wherever truth, love and laughter abide, I am there in spirit."

Bill Hicks - Last Word

"I've learned a lot about women. I think I've learned exactly how the fall of man occured in the Garden of Eden. Adam and Eve were in the Garden of Eden, and Adam said one day, "Wow, Eve, here we are, at one with nature, at one with God, we'll never age, we'll never die, and all our dreams come true the instant that we have them." And Eve said, "Yeah... it's just not enough is it?"
"We gotta come to some new ideas about life folks ok? I'm not being blase about abortion, it might be a real issue, it might not, doesn't matter to me. What matters is that if you believe in the sanctity of life then you believe it for life of all ages. That's what I hate about this child-worship syndrome going on. "Save the children! They're killing children! How many children were at Waco? They're killing children!" What does that mean? They reach a certain age and they're off your fucking love-list? Fuck your children, if that's the way you think then fuck you too. You either love all people of all ages or you shut the fuck up."
"Christianity has a built-in defense system: anything that questions a belief, no matter how logical the argument is, is the work of Satan by the very fact that it makes you question a belief. It's a very interesting defense mechanism and the only way to get by it -- and believe me, I was raised Southern Baptist -- is to take massive amounts of mushrooms, sit in a field, and just go, "Show me." "
"It's just a ride and we can change it any time we want. It's only a choice. No effort, no work, no job, no savings and money, a choice, right now, between fear and love. The eyes of fear want you to put bigger locks on your door, buy guns, close yourself off. The eyes of love instead see all of us as one."
"The war on drugs to me is absolutely phoney; it's so obviously phoney, okay? It's a war against our civil rights, that's all it is. They're using it to make us afraid to go out at night, afraid of each other, so that we lock ourselves in our homes and they get to suspend our rights one by one."
"The world is like a ride at an amusement park. And when you choose to go on it, you think it's real because that's how powerful our minds are. And the ride goes up and down and round and round. It has thrills and chills and it's very brightly coloured and it's very loud and it's fun, for a while. Some people have been on the ride for a long time, and they begin to question: is this real, or is this just a ride? And other people have remembered, and they come back to us. They say, "Hey, don't worry, don't be afraid ever, because – this is just a ride." And we … kill those people. "Shut him up. We have a lot invested in this ride. Shut him up. Look at my furrows of worry. Look at my big bank account and my family. This just has to be real." It's just a ride. But we always kill those good guys who try and tell us that, you ever notice that? And let the demons run amok. Jesus, murdered; Martin Luther King, murdered; Malcolm X, murdered; Gandhi, murdered; John Lennon, murdered; Reagan … wounded. But it doesn't matter, because – it's just a ride. And we can change it any time we want. It's only a choice. No effort, no work, no job, no savings and money. A choice, right now, between fear and love. The eyes of fear want you to put bigger locks on your doors, buy guns, close yourself off. The eyes of love instead see all of us as one. Here's what we can do to change the world, right now, to a better ride. Take all that money we spend on weapons and defenses each year and instead spend it feeding and clothing and educating the poor of the world, which it would pay for many times over, not one human being excluded, and we could explore space, together, both inner and outer, forever, in peace."
"I smoke. If this bothers anyone, I recommend you look around the world in which we live, and … I don't know, shut your fucking mouth?"
"See, I know you entertain some kind of eternal life fantasy because you've chosen not to smoke; let me be the first to pop that fucking bubble and send you hurtling back to reality – because you're dead too. And you know what doctors say: "Shit, if only you'd smoked, we'd have the technology to help you. It's you people dying from nothing who are screwed."
"The whole image is that eternal suffering awaits anyone who questions God's infinite love. That's the message we're brought up with, isn't it? Believe or die! "Thank you, forgiving Lord, for all those options."
" Wouldn't you like to see a positive LSD story on the news? To hear what it's all about, perhaps? Wouldn't that be interesting? Just for once?
Today, a young man on acid realized that all matter is merely energy condensed to a slow vibration … that we are all one consciousness experiencing itself subjectively. There's no such thing as death, life is only a dream, and we're the imagination of ourselves. Here's Tom with the weather."
"Here is my final point. About drugs, about alcohol, about pornography and smoking and everything else. What business is it of yours what I do, read, buy, see, say, think, who I fuck, what I take into my body – as long as I do not harm another human being on this planet?"
"This is it, folks. This is the idea which has kept me virtually unknown for the past 16 years. I have watched my crowds dwindle. I am going nowhere, and nowhere quick, but, those of you who have children, I am sorry to tell you this, but they are not special. Wait! I know some of you are going: "What, what?" Let me just clarify: I know you think they're special … ha ha ha! I'm aware of that. I'm just here to tell you that they're not! Ha ha ha ha! Sorry. Did you know that every time a guy comes, he comes two-hundred million sperm? One out of two-hundred million – that load, we're only talking about one load – connected: Gee, what are the fucking odds? Do you know what that means? I've wiped nations off of my chest with a grey gym sock. Entire civilizations have flaked and crusted in the hair around my navel! […] I've tossed universes in my underpants while napping. Boom! A Milkyway shoots into my jockeyshorts: "Unngh … what's for fucking breakfast?!"

Sunday, February 24, 2008

Saturday, February 23, 2008

It's just a ride

The world is like a ride at an amusement park. And when you choose to go on it, you think it's real because that's how powerful our minds are. And the ride goes up and down and round and round. It has thrills and chills and it's very brightly coloured and it's very loud and it's fun, for a while. Some people have been on the ride for a long time, and they begin to question: is this real, or is this just a ride? And other people have remembered, and they come back to us. They say, "Hey, don't worry, don't be afraid ever, because – this is just a ride." And we … kill those people. "Shut him up. We have a lot invested in this ride. Shut him up. Look at my furrows of worry. Look at my big bank account and my family. This just has to be real." It's just a ride. But we always kill those good guys who try and tell us that. But it doesn't matter, because – it's just a ride. And we can change it any time we want. It's only a choice. No effort, no work, no job, no savings and money. A choice, right now, between fear and love. The eyes of fear want you to put bigger locks on your doors, buy guns, close yourself off. The eyes of love instead see all of us as one.

bill hicks - another dead hero...

Friday, February 22, 2008

Common People

But still you'll never get it right
'cos when you're laid in bed at night watching roaches climb the wall
If you call your Dad he could stop it all.
You'll never live like common people
You'll never do what common people do
You'll never fail like common people
You'll never watch your life slide out of view, and dance and drink and screw
Because there's nothing else to do.

Thursday, February 21, 2008

Monday, February 18, 2008

Europa, oceanul si submarinul

Sci­en­tists hope to send a ro­botic sub­ma­rine in­to oceans that may lurk with­in a moon of Ju­pi­ter, in what could be the first ex­plora­t­ion through li­quid wa­ters on an­oth­er world.
Re­search­ers have long spec­u­lat­ed that un­der the icy shell that en­cases the moon, Eu­ro­pa, liq­uid wa­ter might har­bor prim­i­tive life forms. A Eu­ro­pa mis­sion is still years away, ac­cord­ing to sci­en­tists; but in prepara­t­ion for such an ev­ent, they plan to test a NASA-funded ro­botic probe un­der ice on Earth.
Test­ing will take place next week in Lake Men­do­ta on the cam­pus of the Un­ivers­ity of Wis­con­sin, Mad­i­son, ac­cord­ing to a Feb. 8 an­nounce­ment from the agen­cy. The sub is made to “swim un­teth­ered un­der ice, cre­at­ing three-di­men­sion­al maps of un­derwa­ter en­vi­ron­ments,” the an­nounce­ment said. The ro­bot would al­so “col­lect da­ta on con­di­tions in those en­vi­ron­ments and take sam­ples of mi­cro­bi­al life.” The pro­ject is led by Uni­ver­sity of Illi­nois at Chi­ca­go and NA­SA scientists.

Af­ter the Wis­con­sin tests, re­search­ers said they plan to ship the probe to a per­ma­nently fro­zen lake in Ant­arc­ti­ca for fur­ther tri­als. The ve­hi­cle, called EN­DUR­ANCE (En­vi­ron­men­tally Non-Disturbing Un­der-ice Robotic Ant­arc­tic Ex­plor­er), is a $2.3 mil­lion proj­ect. It’s a fol­low-up to the Deep Phre­at­ic Ther­mal Ex­plor­er, an­oth­er NASA-funded proj­ect that fin­ished un­derwa­ter tests in Mex­i­co in 2007, agen­cy sci­en­tists said. Eu­ro­pa, slightly smaller than Earth’s Moon, is the fourth larg­est of Ju­pi­ter’s at least 16 moons, and is cov­ered with whit­ish and brown ice. Be­neath it, many re­search­ers be­lieve the moon may har­bor the only glob­al ocean of liq­uid wa­ter in our So­lar Sys­tem be­sides Earth’s. Im­ages from NASA’s Gal­i­le­o space­craft have shown ar­eas with si­m­i­lar­i­ties to Earth’s ice-floe cov­ered Arc­tic oceans, sug­gest­ing the ex­ist­ence of wa­ter or warm “s­lushy” ice be­low, ac­cord­ing to Da­vid R. Wil­liams, a sci­ent­ist at the agen­cy’s God­dard Space Flight Cen­ter. Such an ocean could con­ceivably pro­vide a home for liv­ing things.
Eu­ro­pa’s in­te­ri­or is hot­ter than its sur­face, ac­cord­ing to Wil­liam B. McK­in­non, a plan­e­tary sci­ent­ist at Wash­ing­ton Un­ivers­ity in St. Lou­is. This in­ter­nal heat comes from the gravita­t­ional pull of Ju­pi­ter and its oth­er large moons, which stretch Eu­ro­pa’s in­sides in dif­fer­ent di­rec­tions and cre­ate fric­tion. Most of the sat­el­lite is made of rock, ac­cord­ing to McK­in­non.

Re­peat­ed split­ting and shift­ing of the sur­face ice, and dis­rup­tions from be­low, have re­shaped Eu­ro­pa’s sur­face, Mcin­non con­tin­ued. A re­sult is that there are few vis­i­ble im­pact craters, since the shift­ing would have erased these. The sur­face shows shal­low cracks, val­leys, ridges, pits, blis­ters, and icy flows, McK­in­non added, none more than a few hun­dred yards or me­ters high or deep. The Ital­ian as­tron­o­mer Gal­i­le­o discov­ered Eu­ro­pa 1610. Its name is said to have been first sug­gested by his con­tem­po­rary, the Ger­man as­tron­o­mer Kep­ler, who pro­posed nam­ing Ju­pi­ter’s moons af­ter the se­cret mis­tresses of Ju­pi­ter, king of the gods in Greek and Ro­man my­thol­o­gy. Ac­cord­ing to myth, Ju­pi­ter took the form of a bull to ab­duct Eu­ro­pa, a Phoe­ni­cian prin­cess.


Friday, February 15, 2008

Tot ce e bun nu moare intr-o zi...sau doua

Nu, in nici un caz. Lucrurile se misca inainte, si asa si trebuie. Este un demers natural al vietii, pentru care sunt foarte recunoscator, este o evolutie naturala de la bun la mai bun, cu cateva costuri, desigur, insa este definitia elocventa a "evolutiei".
Pana la urma, doar nostalgia trage de anumite lucruri si persoane, facandu-te sa ai impresia ca acele lucruri au o valoare inexorabila si ca ai nevoie de ele, in evolutia ta. Adevarul, insa, in cazul meu, este altul: intotdeauna au existat rani si de fiecare data ce ma atasa de ele era sentimentul nostalgiei, sentimentul ca pierd ceva valoros si pe care nu ar trebui sa-l uit niciodata. Insa trebuie sa lasi unele lucruri sa se piarda, sa le dai drumul pentru a merge inainte si a intelege ca absolut toate evenimentele si persoanele din viata ta iti creeaza o personalitate, iti acorda experienta, si ca orice ai pierde, de fapt castigi mult mai mult si directia pe care o ia viata ta este una buna.
Toti cei care ma cunosc stiu ca nu sunt o persoana excesiv de sentimentala si nici genul care sa dispenseze astfel de sfaturi sau memorii. Si totusi, cred cu tarie in lucrurile astea, ca fiecare experienta a vietii mele, fiecare esec, fiecare rana, reprezinta pasi importanti care ma contureaza si care ma imping, mai usor, mai brusc, catre directia cea buna. Nostalgia este si ea un pas, si poate unul important, si valideaza experientele in momentul epuizarii lor, insa de multe ori valoarea lucrurilor ca experienta si nu ca certitudini imi scapa pe moment, si tocmai din cauza acestei nostalgii.
Cu toate acesta, nu am nici o indoiala in ceea ce imi priveste viata si directia ei. Am mai zis odata, si repet: nu am nici regrete, nici remuscari, si recunosc si apreciez momentele in care ma eliberez de ceva. Cand un lucru se termina, dispare, sau devine obsolete, este pentru ca altele mai bune sa urmeze si sa ii ia locul, este insasi definitia evolutiei ca dezvoltare incrementala de la un nivel de complexitate la urmatorul; nu incape indoiala ca lucrurile cele mai bune urmeaza de-abia sa se intample, si daca ramai impamantat in anumite circumstante, nu iti permiti sa evoluezi si ratezi lucrurile frumoase care te asteapta, uneori chiar dupa colt.
Am iubit si voi iubi; o fac cu toata inima, de fiecare data, si nu cred ca se va schimba. Fiecare experienta este ceva inedit, si inevitabil fiecare ajunge pana la urma in sertarasul ei; cu timpul, sertarele cresc in numar, si din cand in cand ma mai uit prin ele si retraiesc si imi amintesc, si vad inca o data unicitatea fiecarui sertar si rolul important pe care fiecare l-a jucat in evolutia catre cine sunt eu. Iubirea puternica inseamna intelegere, uitare, lipsa de regrete, respect si rabdare, abilitatea de a vedea adevarul ne-menajat, puterea de a da drumul si de a nu cere nimic.
Sunt si voi fi recunoscator persoanelor din viata mea, mai ales celor care m-au iubit si care mi-au primit dragostea. Am mai spus odata lucrurile astea, ca stiu cam am gresit poate fata de unii dintre ei, insa niciodata nu voi avea sentimente negative fata de aceste persoane si fiecare are sertarasul propriu, plin cu amintiri. Fiecare imi poarta recunostinta si respectul, si fiecare reprezinta cate un capitol (posibil chiar cele mai importante capitole, din viata oricui), si numai cu un astfel de profil emotional poti lasa viata sa mearga inainte.
Am brusc senzatia ca vreau sa multumesc. Nu stiu cui anume, sau daca tuturor, dar pana la urma, acesta sunt eu acesta voi fi eu, pana se schimba lucrurile.

Last Goodbye

Always the classics...

Thursday, February 14, 2008


Wednesday, February 13, 2008

Tot ce e bun nu moare intr-o zi

"N-am sa mai fiu cum ma stiu/cand iertam/nimic de dat, doar de uitat"
M-am temut la un moment dat de aceste versuri. Si pe buna dreptate. Uneori cand lucrurile se schimba, se pot schimba mai repede sau mai incet. Insa poate cel mai interesant, in astfel de momente, este cand raman anumite relicve, lucruri incompatibile si de care, in mod ciudat, nu te poti scutura.
Trebuie sa dai drumul unor lucruri ca sa poti merge inainte, si, cum am mai spus candva, indiferent ce pierzi sau ce castigi, totul va merge spre ceva mai bine. Nu voi avea vreodata regrete si in unele ocazii speciale iert fara nici un fel de remuscare. Sunt foarte recunoscator persoanelor care m-au iubit si care m-au cunoscut, si sunt foarte recunoscator ca am putut sa le cunosc si sa le iubesc.
Viata merge mai departe. Renunti sa mai incerci sa recompui piesele unei vieti de pe-acum trecute, si te inscrii in registrul unei noi vieti. Insa ce te faci cand te trezesti, brusc, ca anumite elemente ale noii vieti brusc incurajeaza mai puternic tocmai ce incerci sa uiti?
Intr-o ipostaza in care se instalase uitarea, si o doreai, cel mai confusing este ca aceasta brusc sa inceteze. Ma cunosc. Stiu ca uit, si ca voi uita, si vreau sa uit. Este esential de fapt sa uiti, mai ales cand incarcatura emotionala ce e atasata unora din lucrurile pe care vrei sa le uiti, este foarte puternica. In concordanta cu uitarea si cu mersul mai departe, apar noi fatete ale vietii tale, noi oportunitati, incepi sa iti faci planuri, cunosti oameni, etc.
Dar, cateodata, planurile tale ajung intr-un punct in care nu numai ca nu mai intra in conflict cu viata veche, ci chiar, brusc, sugereaza o foarte mare compatibilitate cu anumite lucruri cu adevarat importante ale acesteia. Lucruri de care brusc iti aduci aminte, incepand cu cateva ganduri, si ajungi la cascade coplesitoare de emotii, senzatii, vorbe, soapte, saruturi, lucruri pe care nu le mai vrei, lucruri pe care credeai ca le-ai uitat, lucruri de care nu mai ai nevoie pentru ca ... nu mai ai ce face cu ele. Si dupa ce fierul rosu al acestor amintiri face o tura-doua prin mintea si inima ta, te relaxezi, te duci inapoi la trebuirle tale si atunci te loveste: motivul pentru care au reaparut este pentru ca viata noua le permite.
Sau, mai degraba, viata mea le permite. In continuare as prefera sa nu ma simt asa, pentru ca it's pointless. Este latura mea idealist-romantica care kicks in, wishful thinking, vise de intregire si alte asemenea ganduri si sentimente. Dar letting go means letting go, so does moving on. Oare ar trebui sa mai incerci sa mai potrivesti lucruri vechi cu lucruri noi? Oricat de meaningful sunt? [to be continued]

Saturday, February 9, 2008

Wednesday, February 6, 2008

Monday, February 4, 2008

Smiley Daily

Tears of joy. Turns out i was right:) Go catinca.

Hey There Khalilah


Saturday, February 2, 2008

Everybody's Free

Ala Bala Portocala

Azi-noapte a fost sa demonstreze ca intotdeauna vor exista oportunitati, si cu siguranta there is no shortage. Singura intrebare ramane, oportunitati mai bune?
Doua episoade au mai marcat evenimentul andro-bahic (cu reticenta ;) ) al noptii trecute. Primul, realizarea brusca ca, desi calitatea pe care o apreciez cel mai mult intr-o persoana este onestitatea, am nenonorocul sa ma inconjor cu persoane (desi departe de mine la ne numesc chiar pe toate superificiale) cu a caror interactiune este lipsita de profunzime - si acest lucru, aceste persoane superficiale se alfa chiar in cele mai intime cercuri.
Al doilea episod a fost dulce-amarui. La sfarsitul noptii am ramas oarecum bewildered si confuz in fata lucrurilor cu care se multumesc unii oameni. Si nu neaparat faptul ca un tip si-a lovit prietena cu piciorul, ci pentru ca in ciuda revoltei mele si a sentimentului de furie momentana, nu am facut nimic. Oare acea tipa stie ca nimeni nu merita anumite lucruri? Nu parea genul de fata care sa trebuiasca sa indure aceste lucruri, si totusi parea obisnuita cu tratamentul. Mare pacat ca unii oameni cateodata nu stiu ce au, sau ce pierd, si mai ales ce nu merita.

Two More Years

In two more years, my sweetheart, we will see another view
Such longing for the past for such completion
What was once golden has now turned a shade of grey
I've become crueler in your presence
They say: "be brave, there's a right way and a wrong way"
This pain won't last for ever, this pain won't last for ever
Two more years, there's only two more years
Two more years so hold on
You've cried enough this lifetime, my beloved polar bear
Tears to fill a sea to drown a beacon
To start anew all over, remove those scars from your arms
To start anew all over more enlightened
I know, my love, this is not the only story you can tell
This pain won't last for ever, this pain won't last for ever
You don't need to find answers for questions never asked of you
You don't need to find answers
Dead weights, balloons
Drag me to you
Dead weights, balloons
To sleep in your arms
I've become crueler since I met you
I've become rougher, this world is killing me
And we cover our lies with handshakes and smiles
And we try to remember our alibis
We tell lies to our parents, we hide in their rooms
We bury our secrets in the garden
Of course we could never make this love last
I said of course we could never make this love last
The only love we know is love for ourselves
We bury our secrets in the garden


Old song, new life. Acum stiu de ce mi-a placut intotdeauna acest video. :)

Friday, February 1, 2008

N-am sa mai fiu, cum ma stiu

Am ajuns, printr-un proces mult mai putin indelungat decat m-as fi asteptat, sa nu ma mai recunosc. Nu stiu cati oameni, in interiorul a doua luni din viata, se trezesc brusc cu alte prioritati si alte ganduri despre sine, prieteni, apropiati, educatie, cariera, standarde personale etc. Insa un singur lucru ma pune pe ganduri, si anume senzatia ca ceva fundamental s-a schimbat cu insusi miezul meu emotional.
"N-am sa mai fiu, cum ma stiu/Cand iertam/Nimic de dat doar de uitat..." - iata versul care ma pune pe ganduri. Nu neaparat ca asa simt, ci mai degraba ca nu vreau sa simt asa. Faptul ca pot iubi, si ierta si fi rabdator - acestea imi sunt lucruri foarte dragi si as tine de ele cu dintii. Dar ma schimb... ma schimb si incep sa nu ma mai recunosc, incep sa imi devin un strain. De multe ori am incercat recent sa merg pe aceleasi cai, sa fac aceleasi lucruri pe care le faceam acum nu atat de mult timp, si am facut lucrurile astea doar sa vad daca ma mai incap. Este greu de explicat... insa dincolo de asta, rezultatul este clar: nu. Nu ma mai incap.
Si poate cel mai mult, mi-e teama sa fiu gresit inteles. Nu doresc sa uit lucruri, nu doresc sa ma scutur de lucruri, sa scap de lucruri. Tot ceea ce este foarte important pentru mine, tot ceea ce iubesc, pe cine iubesc, ramane cu mine, chiar daca eu ma schimb. Nu sunt bagaje sau surplus, le iubesc si iubesc in continuare, si singurul mod prin care m-am schimbat catre ele este ca ma simt mai putin legat, mai indiferent (oricat de rece ar suna) la absenta lor.
Stiu ca multe din lucrurile pe care le spun nu au sens. Pentru mine insa, perioada aceasta imi reprezinta lumea.
Pe data viitoare

Tuesday, January 29, 2008

Something about me

"Viata merge mai departe"
Iata un motto care mie imi repugna de cele mai multe ori, in circumstantele cele mai uzuale si cele mai banale.
Dar recunosc cu mirare ca exista totusi ceva in spatele acestei zicale.
Cateodata trebuie sa dai drumul unor lucruri, pentru a putea merge inainte. Cateodata, ai nevoie de unele lucruri ca sa poti continua. Dar indiferent de ce pierzi sau ce pastrezi, va merge totusi undeva bine.
Nu am remuscari, nu am regrete. Nu uit, si cateodata mai si iert. Nu imi place viata "ancorata", legata de ceva ci din contra, apreciez optiunile si sentimentul de a putea renunta la ceva, sau de a putea iesi din ceva, exact atunci cand vrei tu, si sa poti face acest lucru oricand vrei tu. Nu voi intra niciodata in situatii care sa ma lege sau sa ma oblige, si lucrurile care le fac cu placere nu le voi mai placea cand sunt obligat sa le fac. Nu fug de responsabilitate - din contra, imi place responsabilitatea, dar de asemenea apreciez oportunitatea pentru optiune.
Nu ma voi impune niciodata asupra celor pe care ii iubesc. Si iubesc cu toata inima, cand o fac. Putina lume stie ce inseamna sa iubesti insa cu toata forta, si ce poti sa faci cand iubesti. Regretele si negarea nu inseamna iubire adevarata. Iubire adevarata inseamna intelegere, respect, si puterea de a recunoaste lucrurile pentru ceea ce sunt. Iubire inseamna sa poti sa dai drumul, sa lasi, sa intelegi, si sa nu ceri nimic.
Multumesc din suflet celor ce m-au iubit, si celor ce m-au lasat sa-i cunosc si sa-i iubesc. Recunosc ca am gresit fata de unii dintre ei, si greselile si regretul le voi purta intotdeauna. Stiu ca de multe ori n-am fost atat de bun cat puteam, dar mai stiu si ca intotdeauna m-am straduit cat am putut de mult sa fiu cat pot de mult - chiar daca nu a parut asa.
Asa incep noile capitole. Intotdeauna exista putina durere care sa marcheze o trecere, dar durerea dispare. Este un echilibru natural si cursiv intre varfuri si depresiuni, intre bun si rau, intre placut si neplacut.
Iert. Permit. Uit. Inteleg. Nu ma leg de nimic - daca apar oportunitati pentru ceva mai bun, intotdeauna voi profita de ele. Fara remuscari - asa e viata. Merge mai departe? Cu siguranta.

Nu accept compromisuri. Niciodata. Daca fac ceva, o fac pentru a o face bine. Altfel, mai bine sa ma lipsesc decat sa fac ceva stiind ca as putea face-o mai bine, sau sa primesc ceva ce ar putea fi mai bun. Nu pot. Si nici nu accept compromisuri din partea altora, mai ales cand stiu ca merit mai mult. Cer doar doua lucruri: sinceritate si respect. Nu iubire, nu alte sentimente, nu fantasme, nu basme, nu plasmuiri, nu scenarii, nu vise, nu exagerari, victimizari sau subestimari. Si mai ales nu cer altceva. Nu ma leg eu de nimic, si nu astept promisiuni sau eforturi din partea altora. Ci sa fie in my life, along for the ride, as long as they feel like it. Atata timp ca sunt onesti.

Inca o data, multumesc ca m-ati iubit si ca m-ati lasat sa iubesc.

Friday, January 25, 2008

Musca si dinozaurii

Most lead­ing the­o­ries on how di­no­saurs died out fo­cus on as­ter­oid im­pacts or mas­sive vol­can­ism. But a new book blames a much less thun­der­ous force: in­sects.
The rise and evo­lu­tion of these bugs—the bit­ing dis­ease-carriers, in par­ti­cu­lar—co­in­cided fate­fully with the mighty rep­tiles’ lat­er days, write George Po­inar Jr. of Or­e­gon State Un­ivers­ity and his wife Ro­ber­ta in the book, “What Bugged the Di­no­saurs? In­sects, Dis­ease and Death in the Cre­ta­ceous."

The Poinars say the ev­i­dence is pre­served in life­like detail, in the form of var­ied in­sects trapped in an­cient am­ber.
“There are se­ri­ous prob­lems with the sudden-im­pact the­o­ries of di­no­saur ex­tinc­tion, not the least of which is that di­no­saurs de­clined and dis­ap­peared over a pe­ri­od of hun­dreds of thou­sands, or even mil­lions of years,” said George Poi­nar.
He didn’t deny that there is ev­i­dence for cat­a­stroph­ic events such as an as­ter­oid strike or la­va flows around that time. These “cer­tain­ly played a role” in the die­off, but don’t ac­count for its slow­ness, said Poi­nar, an en­to­mo­log­ist.

On the oth­er hand, he added, “com­pe­ti­tion with in­sects, emerg­ing new dis­eases and the spread of flow­er­ing plants over very long pe­ri­ods of time is per­fectly com­pat­ible with ever­ything we know about di­no­saur ex­tinc­tion.” Pests and ill­ness may have sub­jected T. rex and its scaly kin to a slow­er tor­ment, but pos­sibly the fa­tal one ul­tim­ate­ly, ac­cord­ing to the au­thors.
The grad­u­al down­fall of the di­no­saurs came around a pe­ri­od known as the K-T Bound­a­ry, be­tween the so-called Cre­ta­ceous and Ter­tiary pe­ri­ods some 65 mil­lion years ago. But some di­no­saurs sur­vived for thou­sands of years there­af­ter, Poi­nar not­ed; a num­ber of lin­eages lived even long­er and evolved in­to modern-day birds.

Poinar and his spouse have spent much of their ca­reers stu­dy­ing plants and an­i­mals found pre­served in am­ber, us­ing them to re-cre­ate en­vi­ron­ments of yore. A semi-precious gem that orig­i­nates as sap ooz­ing from a tree, am­ber has a un­ique abil­ity to trap ti­ny crea­tures or oth­er ma­te­ri­als and pre­serves them al­most per­fectly in nat­u­ral dis­play cases for mil­lions of years. The phe­nom­e­non has been in­val­u­a­ble in re­search; it al­so formed the prem­ise for the film Ju­ras­sic Park, in which fiction­al sci­en­tists ex­tracted di­no­saur DNA from am­ber-trapped mosquitoes.

In­sects are be­lieved to have orig­i­nat­ed more than 400 mil­lion years ago from worms, but un­der­went a ma­jor flour­ish­ing in the Cre­ta­ceous era, when the lat­er di­no­saurs lived. The spread of new in­sect lin­eages went hand-in-hand with that of flow­ers, which had mu­tu­ally de­pend­ent rela­t­ion­ships with many in­sects.
This rise of flow­ering plants was itself bad news for di­no­saurs, which tra­di­tion­ally fed on oth­er types of greens, said Poi­nar. Mean­while, in­sects came to com­pete for some foods with the great rep­tiles.
But things got worse, Poinar went on. By the late Cre­ta­ceous “the as­socia­t­ions be­tween in­sects, mi­crobes and dis­ease trans­mis­sion were just emerg­ing,” he said. “We found in the gut of one bit­ing in­sect, pre­served in am­ber from that era, the path­o­gen that causes leish­ma­ni­a—a se­ri­ous dis­ease still to­day, one that can in­fect both rep­tiles and hu­mans. In anoth­er bit­ing in­sect, we disco­vered or­gan­isms that cause ma­lar­ia, a type that in­fects birds and lizards to­day.

“In di­no­saur fe­ces, we found ne­ma­todes, trema­todes and even pro­to­zoa that could have caused dys­en­tery and oth­er ab­dom­i­nal dis­tur­bances. The in­fective stages of these in­tes­ti­nal par­a­sites are car­ried by filth-visiting in­sects.”
In the Late Cre­ta­ceous, Poinar said, the world was co­vered with warm-tempe­rate to trop­i­cal zones that swarmed with blood-sucking in­sects car­ry­ing leish­ma­nia, ma­lar­ia, in­tes­ti­nal par­a­sites, ar­bo­vi­ruses and oth­er path­o­gens. These caused re­peat­ed epi­demics that slowly but surely wore down di­no­saur popula­t­ions, Poi­nar ar­gued. Ticks, mites, lice and bit­ing flies would have tor­mented and weak­ened them.
“S­maller and sep­a­rat­ed popula­t­ions of di­no­saurs could have been re­peat­edly wiped out, just like when bird ma­lar­ia was in­tro­duced in­to Ha­waii, it killed off many of the hon­ey­creep­ers” Poi­nar said. “After many mil­lions of years of ev­o­lu­tion, mam­mals, birds and rep­tiles have evolved some re­sist­ance to these dis­eases. But back in the Cre­ta­ceous, these dis­eases were new and in­va­sive, and ver­te­brates had lit­tle or no nat­u­ral or ac­quired im­mun­ity.”

A pos­si­ble rea­son why some di­no­saurs lived on to make a come­back as modern-day birds, Poi­nar sug­gested, is that these smaller an­i­mals had a shorter life­span. That might have helped them evolve faster to adapt to the in­sect men­ace, since ev­o­lu­tion oc­curs on a genera­t­ion-to-genera­t­ion ba­sis.
“In­sects have ex­erted a tre­men­dous im­pact on the en­tire ecol­o­gy of the Earth, cer­tainly shap­ing the ev­o­lu­tion and caus­ing the ex­tinc­tion of ter­res­tri­al or­gan­isms,” the au­thors wrote in their book. “The larg­est of the land an­i­mals, the di­no­saurs, would have been locked in a life-or-death strug­gle with them for sur­vival.”

Detectarea altor universuri

If there are oth­er un­iverses out there—as some sci­en­tists pro­pose—then one or more of them might be de­tect­a­ble, a new study sug­gests.

Such a find­ing, “while cur­rently spec­u­la­tive even in prin­ci­ple, and probably far-off in prac­tice, would surely con­sti­tute an ep­och­al dis­cov­ery,” re­search­ers wrote in a pa­per de­tail­ing their stu­dy. The work ap­pears in the Sep­tem­ber is­sue of the re­search jour­nal Phys­i­cal Re­view D.

Cos­mol­o­gists gen­er­ally hold that even if oth­er un­iverses ex­ist, a con­tro­ver­sial idea it­self, they would­n’t be vis­i­ble, and that test­ing for their ex­istence would be hard at best.

But the new stu­dy, by three sci­en­tists at the Un­ivers­ity of Cal­i­for­nia, San­ta Cruz, pro­poses that neigh­bor­ing un­iverses might leave a vis­i­ble mark on our own—if, per­chance, they have knocked in­to it. For such a scar to be de­tect­a­ble, they add, the col­li­sion might have had to take place when our un­iverse was very young. Just how the bruise might look re­mains to be clar­i­fied, they say.

“The ques­tion of what the af­ter­math of a col­li­sion might be is still quite open,” wrote Mat­thew C. John­son, one of the re­search­ers, in an e­mail. One the­o­ry even holds that a clash be­tween un­iverses could de­stroy the cos­mos we know. But John­son, now at the Cal­i­for­nia In­sti­tute of Tech­nol­o­gy in Pas­a­de­na, Calif., and col­leagues are ex­am­in­ing quite a dif­fer­ent sort of sce­nar­i­o.

Sev­er­al lines of rea­son­ing in mod­ern phys­ics have led to pro­pos­als that there are oth­er un­iverses. It’s a rath­er dodgy con­cept on its face, be­cause strictly speak­ing, “the un­iverse” means ev­ery­thing that ex­ists. But in prac­tice, cos­mol­o­gists of­ten loos­en the def­i­ni­tion and just speak of “a un­iverse” as some sort of self-en­closed whole with its own phys­i­cal laws.

Such a pic­ture, in con­cept, al­lows for oth­er un­iverses with dif­fer­ent laws. These realms are of­ten called “bub­ble un­ivers­es” or “pock­et un­ivers­es”—partly to side­step the awk­ward def­i­ni­tional is­sue, and partly be­cause many the­o­rists do in­deed por­tray them as bub­ble-like.

A key thread of rea­son­ing be­hind the idea of bub­ble un­iverses, which are some­times col­lec­tively called a “mul­ti­verse,” is the find­ing that seem­ingly emp­ty space con­tains en­er­gy, known as vac­u­um en­er­gy. Some the­o­rize that un­der cer­tain cir­cum­stances this en­er­gy can be con­vert­ed in­to an ex­plo­sively grow­ing, new un­iverse—the same pro­cess be­lieved to have giv­en rise to ours. The­o­ret­i­cal phys­i­cists in­clud­ing Mi­chio Kaku of ­city Col­lege of New York ar­gue that this might go on con­stant­ly—he has called it a “con­tin­ual gen­e­sis”—cre­at­ing many un­iverses, coex­isting not un­like bub­bles in a foamy bath.

How might one de­tect anoth­er un­iverse? John­son and his col­leagues rea­son that any col­li­sion be­tween bub­bles would, like all col­li­sions, pro­duce af­ter­ef­fects that prop­a­gate in­to both cham­bers. These ef­fects would probably take the form of some ma­te­ri­al ejected in­to both sides, John­son said, al­though just what is un­known. This would in turn af­fect the dis­tri­bu­tion of mat­ter in each pock­et un­iverse.

If such col­li­sions hap­pened re­cent­ly, they might be un­de­tect­a­ble be­cause our un­iverse might be too huge to be markedly af­fected; but not so if the events took place long enough ago, ac­cord­ing to the Un­ivers­ity of Cal­i­for­nia team, whose pa­per is al­so posted on­line. If a knock oc­curred when our ex­pand­ing un­iverse was still very small, they ar­gue, then the af­ter­math might still be vis­i­ble, blown up in size along with ev­er­ything else since then.

When the un­iverse was less than a thou­sandth its pre­s­ent size, it’s thought to have un­der­gone a trans­forma­t­ion. As it ex­pand­ed, it be­came cool enough for atoms to form. It then al­so be­came trans­par­ent. Be­fore that, ev­er­ything had been a thick fog, but with ti­ny varia­t­ions in its dens­ity at dif­fer­ent points; dens­er parts would eventually grow and co­a­lesce in­to ga­lax­ies.

This fog is still vis­i­ble, be­cause many of the light waves it gave off are just now reach­ing us: this is how as­tro­no­mers ex­plain a faint glow that per­me­ates space, called the cos­mic mi­cro­wave back­ground. It repre­s­ents the edge of our vis­i­ble un­iverse and is de­tected in all di­rec­tions of the sky.

A col­li­sion would lead to a re­ar­ranged pat­tern of dens­ity fluctua­t­ions in this back­ground, ac­cord­ing to the Un­ivers­ity of Cal­i­for­nia team. It’s un­clear just how this re­ar­range­ment would look, but it would probably ap­pear as some sort of ar­ea of ir­reg­u­lar­ity cen­tered sym­met­ric­ally on a patch of the sky—s­ince “each col­li­sion will af­fect a disc on our sky,” John­son wrote in an e­mail. An anal­o­gy: if you lived in a beach ball and it bounced off anoth­er beach ball, you’d see a change in a cir­cu­lar ar­ea of your wall.

“Noth­ing like this has pre­s­ently been ob­served, al­though no one has ev­er looked for this par­tic­u­lar sig­nal,” John­son added.

On the oth­er hand, re­search­ers have found at least one strik­ing ir­reg­u­lar­ity in the back­ground glow—a “cold spot,” thought to be re­lat­ed to a vast and anom­a­lous void in the cos­mos. Could that be the mark of a sep­a­rate un­iverse? “I’m go­ing to re­main com­pletely non­com­mit­tal” on that, John­son said. “I can’t even tell you if it would be a hot spot or a cold spot.” Tem­per­a­ture varia­t­ions in the cos­mic mi­cro­wave back­ground are be­lieved to re­flect dens­ity varia­t­ions in the early un­iverse.

John­son and col­leagues stressed that their pro­pos­al may be only the be­gin­ning of a long, pains­tak­ing re­search pro­gram. “Con­nect­ing this pre­dic­tion to real ob­serva­t­ional sig­na­tures will en­tail both dif­fi­cult and com­pre­hen­sive fu­ture work (and probably no small meas­ure of good luck­),” they wrote. But “it ap­pears worth pur­su­ing.”

Thursday, January 24, 2008

Absence is the essence of desire

Va trebui sa va rog sa-mi scuzati indelungata absenta de pe propriul meu blog. Cum, necum, m-am luat cu treburi personale de tot soiul si timpul ramas n-a putu fi alocat de multa vreme acestui blog... promit insa ca situatia se va remedia cat de curand.

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Friday, January 4, 2008