Asteroid Impact Calculator

I love fun web games that have neato results statements like:

The fireball is below the horizon. There is no
direct thermal radiation.

Whew…except…this is a real time, real outcome
widget
to figure out how you would be affected in the case of an asteroid
strike. It takes into account the angle of the strike, the density of the
object, your distance from the impact, etc. For the true worrywort amongst you
from the good folks at the University of Arizona’s Department of Planetary
Sciences
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Real

I don’t really know how (let alone why) I and others write this stuff – in that I wake up, have no clue, read some places I read every day and soon find myself a bit amazed how even a small review of the day in the life of a handful of people is so startling.  Compared to the seriousness of the news, the weight of things in life, and even the passage of a marker like Kurt’s suicide (not a biggie for me except as a parallel to Lennon’s murder the morning of my grade 11 Christmas English exam), this stuff should be fluff.   While it is not journalism despite how much some pretend, it still, however, has heft or connection.  

Take Ian, who I have praised here from time to time. I have followed him daily (then six times a week) through the writer’s life of thick and thin and now he’s apparently going through the junior apprentice TV writer program at Fox – the kind of thing we BA in English Lit. grads dreamed of (…err…I mean…”of which we dreamed.”) Craig’s in Australia…again…yawn. Rob1 posts an odd graphical representation of what the workplace appears to be like and then edits it but it still looks a lot like Alanis at the Junos. Shelly’s getting published and Mike is on the mend. Ben is looking for work in Georgia and Michael might be able to assist. Like Rob2, I am also following the playoffs and American Idol. I guess my gut feeling when I sit down to do this each morning before rushing out the door is that following the thoughts and experiences of ordinary folk like me must be dull. Then it isn’t.

What is the lesson?   The real news leaves you dislocated.    Heck, they even spend millions to put together Average Joe 2, hooks you in and then he goes and picks the wrong girl, the ditz. That was dull. Pretty much sent my week off on the wrong direction. Watching fake professional reality is nowhere near as satisfying as watching amateur reality. I hope Ian is paying attention.

Updates

The following updates to recent posts are available for your viewing pleasure:

  • From 18 March 2004, that smokestack or chimney is now contextualized in its alley. I am sure it is a holdover from some sort of earlier build.

  • From 25 March 2004, the carriage way arch at the Royal Tavern is clearly there in the light of day and the site of “The Carriage Way Beadery”. Apparently the pub is mid-1800’s and has cobbled or slab stone floors or at least did when a co-worker was in undergrad.

Some new favourites

Having little to really talk about lately, maybe you would like to check out some new sites I am enjoying:

The New Strobe Web

wowwawawawooooooawooo

Does this uuuuugly site look like a bad
1977 Frampton guitar solo to you? Maybe it will be fixed by the time you see it.
It is strobing.

I love Flash so much. Not because of the same reasons Peter does – I don’t care if
something doesn’t get google indexed as by far the biggest part of the web
isn’t. I love it so much because it is cold fusion, because it is an utter
failure for anything other than pong replicators, I love it because people pay
money for it, put it up in incubators. Flash front pages are like fat men in
clown outfits blocking your way to the store you want to enter. They shout and
jump around telling you how great the store is but they keep you from getting
there.

This site adds that thrill of possible seizure from exposure to strobe.

Primary Sources

Despite the hype the world wide web is a pretty crappy place for primary sources. Internet based private space may hold masses of libraries worth of material but the promise of a free and open digital library a click away is a very long click away. It is, then, small chirpy of noises of glee I make when I come across primary sources such as the UK’s National Archives and its one million documents now plunked down for all to see on the web.

Trouble is, you do only “come across” these things. I wish there was a card catalogue of accessible web-based primary sources somewhere available. You know…like an organized log of what was one the web…now what would you call that?

The Size of Places

I remember during the Bosnian war in the mid-90’s being amazed at the small scale of the places involved in our news. I would listen at 7:00 pm to Hrvatska Radio from Croatia on the shortwave and try to follow where Canadian troops from my then neighbouring base CFB Petawawa, some my clients, were involved. Bosnia and Herzegovina has an area of just over 50,000 square kilometres or 5/7ths the size of New Brunswick.

Today, I read about more deaths in Gaza as I have heard about for much of my life in the news and wondered how large it was. Just 360 square kilometres according to Wikipedia. The Population Resource Centre in error has it as slightly larger than Delaware [which actually has a land mass of around 5,000 square kilometres]. Al Jazerra is in agreement with wikipedia as is the Guardian Unlimited. It is about half the size of my City with over ten times the population.

At 9,984,670 square km, Canada could hold 28,527 Gaza strips or around 200 Bosnia and Herzegovinas.   PEI could hold 16 Gaza strips.

Seized Back just like Belfour

It is the season for injured bloggers but with the playoffs coming up that is to be expected. Think I will spend the day laying on the floor taking numbing drugs. It’ll pretty be like my 1980s, I guess.

Speaking of playoffs, there is a move afoot to continue the grand tradition of my internet hockey pool via this digital venue – really only as a link to the site of a friend who administers on a real live interactive data base what I started in 1996 or ’97 with a pad of paper and email. We will speak on that later p’raps.