Reach Out And Touch Pluto

On May 27, 2016 NASA released a “mosaic” of images detailing Pluto’s surface. Captured by LORRI, ( Long Range Reconnaissance Imager) on July 14, 2015,  23 minutes before New Horizons’ closest approach at a distance of 15,850 Km. Pluto doesn’t get much closer than this –

Everyday People

When was the last time you heard a politician address disabilities, poverty or education? Quibbles over religion, immigration, crime, oil, same sex marriage and climate change trivialize everyday people. If  “Everyday People” produced by PFC in conjunction with Turnaround Arts doesn’t slap you with a wake the f**k up, I give up.

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Click play – it won’t hurt a bit….

For an encore, take a listen to Jeff Buckley’s version –

Name That Hurricane

Atlantic hurricane season starts on June 1. Prior to 1950, major hurricanes were unofficially named for city closest to landfall, officially meteorologists used longitude and latitude to identify hurricanes. In 1950 the U.S. National Hurricane Center began naming storms according to phonetic alphabet. The first hurricane was always “Able”, second “Baker”, third “Charlie” and so on. In 1953 an overhaul stemming from need to avoid repetitive use of names, resulted in female hurricanes. Another revision in 1979 spawned the practice of alternating female and male storms.

Storms are “named” when they display “circular rotation” with wind speeds of 39 miles per hour.They maintain named tropical storm status until winds reach 79 miles per hour. Above 79 mph, tropical storms keep their name with new designation of hurricane.

Today, an international committee of the World Meteorological Organization rotates six name lists over six years – named storms repeat every 6 years. The exception being catastrophic storms such as Andrew, Katrina or Sandy, extreme hurricane names “retire”, avoiding confusion should coincidence find the same named storm wreaking havoc.

This year Atlantic hurricanes will follow names – Alex, Bonnie, Colin, Danielle, Earl, Fiona, Gaston, Hermine, Ian, Julia, Karl, Lisa, Matthew, Nicole, Otto, Paula, Richard, Shary, Tobias, Virginie, and Walter. “Alex” has come and gone, used in January’s pre-season eastern Atlantic storm.

Below – a great link…..

Kevin Vickers

Kevin who? You know, Kevin Vickers – the former Sargeant at Arms of Canada’s House of Commons, the ex RCMP dude tasked with parliament security on October 22, 2014? You remember the shooting on Parliament Hill? Michael Zehaf-Bibeau shot ceremonial guard Nathan Cirillo at the National War Memorial outside parliament in Ottawa. Gun blazing, Zehaf-Bibeau entered parliament, exchanging heavy gunfire with Vickers and Curtis Barrett of the RCMP. Oh, that man – his name is Vickers? Canadian Ambassador to Ireland, when did that happen? January 2015, who knew? Vickers did what? Holy crap, chuck diplomacy – this is outstanding. Once a sargeant at arms, always a sargeant at arms.

Decorum, propriety, diplomacy – bah! Stop splitting hairs. Kevin Vickers is a man of black or white action. Not excessive or unprovoked, simply actions required to mitigate disruption. The sweetest thing about this bad ass Canadian – he doesn’t even know it.



Most days, ignoring Donald Trump requires effortless reminders to “let it go”. Accepting Trump’s unstoppable popularity formed as a reflex rather than “coming to terms’ struggle. Like blowing fluff off a dandelion – puff, gone, on to the next weed. Realizing America eluded comprehension, this left-wing Canadian woke one morning to a phifft of self preservation. Dispatching outrage, horror, disbelief and concern – construction of a personal Trump wall followed with seamless implementation.

Palpable relief coddled a brave new world, inexplicable elation buoyed my every step. I didn’t give a rat’s ass about Trump, American politics, ignorance, inequality,red necks, corruption, propaganda or nincompoops. Trump was America’s problem, America was America’s problem – one deft phifft, spared the excruciating burden of concern.

Who am I kidding? Great as it felt, blissful as it was, fondly as I’ll recall glorious freedom of a Trumpless mind – the man recently referred to Elizabeth Warren as “Pocahontas”. Is he insane, consumed by delusions of infallible grandeur, determined to boldly spit in the face of decency, human rights and freedom? Regardless of which wretched ember festers in Trump’s mind, I can’t dandelion fluff away Pocahontas.

Elizabeth Warren has exhibited vocal public disdain for Trump. On Tuesday Warren said of Trump –

“Donald Trump was drooling over the idea of a housing meltdown because it meant he could buy up a bunch more property on the cheap,” said Ms. Warren, a Democrat from Massachusetts. “What kind of a man does that?”

She went on to argue that Mr. Trump was rooting for people to lose their jobs and be kicked out of their houses.

“I’ll tell you exactly what kind of a man does that,” Ms. Warren added. “It is a man who cares about no one but himself. A small, insecure money-grubber who doesn’t care who gets hurt so long as he makes a profit off it.”

True to idiotic playground bully form, you don’t hit close to Trump home base and walk away unscathed. I refuse to dignify Trump’s Tweeted response, suffice to say he called Warren a “hypocrite”, more importantly he referred to her as “sometimes called Pocahontas”. WTF Donald – this is how you make America great again?

It seems the same little baby who threw a tantrum over Obama’s birth certificate, wants Warren to “prove” her native American heritage. Apparently while in college, Warren claimed to be 1/32 Native American to benefit from affirmative action. Who freaking cares! Calling a U.S. Senator Pocahontas is beyond repugnant. Any American who thinks this pin headed numskull is presidential material needs their head examined. Americans disgusted by Trump’s vision of a great America ought to get off their complacent butts  and say something about it. Trump’s vile antics stopped being cute a long time ago, referring to Warren as Pocahontas defies any hope of a great America.


Google Glue

Google readily accepts driverless vehicles pose credible concerns for pedestrian safety. The fact “no shit Sherlock” comes to mind shouldn’t detract from Google’s acceptance of initial perils. Undeterred by mistrust or skepticism, Google countered with a highly unusual safety measure.

Never let it be said that pragmatic logic spreads evenly across a population. Google decided to mitigate pedestrian injury rather than market unrealistic jibber-jabber. Unable to make sweeping assurances of safety, Google settled on an idea responsible for a patent issued on May 17, 2016.

What happens when pedestrians are struck by a car – they might be thrown, hit by a second vehicle, fall and find themselves dragged under a moving car, or bounced against hard surfaces. Accidents are inevitable, but what if victims “stuck” to the offending vehicle. Google patented adhesive strong enough to instantly hold a person at the moment of impact. A thin layer of protective “eggshell” cracks, releasing the life saving bond.

Allow me to raise a few concerns. How many pedestrians are hit head on? What happens to a pedestrian clipped on the leg? Are they glue snatched and pulled down the street? What happens when victims need immediate life saving medical intervention? Do paramedics pry them off? Is there an instant release solvent? If wide eyes glued an eyeball to the hood, would eyesight become a hood ornament? Would fender benders glue vehicles together?

A patent doesn’t necessarily mean Google intends to glue hapless pedestrians to robotic cars. That said, the effort suggests considerable time and resources spent on addressing pedestrian safety. Imagine being one of those tasked with finding a solution – brain storming sessions, ideas bandied from lip to trash can, fruitless days, weeks, months of stalemate. Perhaps it was late afternoon when one of them muttered “we could glue them to the hood”, prompted a unanimous chorus of ‘that’s it”.

I wouldn’t presume to know more than the great minds at Google. Common sense screams of a middle aged ponderer could be symptoms of age related technological ignorance. Yikes, what am I saying! Super-gluing accidental encounters (animate or otherwise) to the exterior of driverless vehicles elevates asinine to a whole new level.

Google Patents ‘Pedestrian Glue’ for Self-Driving Cars