An outburst from the sun late Sunday night is bathing Earth in the most powerful solar-radiation storm in six years.
The radiation storm is the first act of an event that will crescendo Tuesday, when the brunt of the outburst – called a coronal-mass ejection – arrives at Earth. It could trigger a disturbance of Earth's magnetic field, leading to voltage swings in long-distance power transmission lines as well as the appearance of the northern lights as far south as New York.
The current radiation storm – rated an S3, or strong, on a scale of 1 to 5 – could damage satellite hardware and present an increased risk of radiation exposure to passengers flying at high altitudes across polar routes, say space-weather specialists. These risks, however, are expected to be manageable.
Labels: Unique Forms of Continuity in Space
- 19 October 2011
Labels: Ministry of Flying Cars and Silver Spacesuits, Unique Forms of Continuity in Space
11 June 2011
Random Assorted Images From God-Knows-Where
Some creepy, some funny, some Nirvana.
The human race is not as attractive as it would like to be, but somehow it's better that way.
Labels: Blogosphere, Easily Amused (it's a gift), Random, Unique Forms of Continuity in Space
24 August 2010
Bubbles
Labels: Unique Forms of Continuity in Space
14 January 2010
Meaningless
I had a weird day. I stayed up until 3 or so, but got up at 7:30ish and wanted to check something so went online. I'd contacted, the night before, someone about the NA infrastructure damage, which was collected as landmarks in a notecard and passed on to a different person a year ago. After a few times asking for updates, a nowty reply put me off asking any more, so six or seven months later I gave the notecard to the first person in this confusing (and pretty meaningless) tale. Although enthusiastically received at the time it wasn't acted on, nor was it remembered at all today, so I wound up transcribing the ugly great list into Notepad and appending it to a ticket. I hadn't done that at first as I was specifically told it wasn't a DPW-doable project. I felt a bit guilty for being less cheerful than usual, but I hadn't had any coffee at that point and this six years worth of damage just weighs heavily upon me. I know they are busy, and it's low down on their list, and that no matter how simple the fixes would be (copy selected for almost everything) it still demands time. I'd do it if I were allowed, but alas I am not.
Then I did a lot of completely odd things like taking part in a UPenn research event just to see how someone did research events (I got burnt up in a fire because I wasn't motivated to run out of the building) and talk to the attendees. The first one I talked to had transferred from the TG a year ago, and gave me a brief outline as to how things fare over there (not well, apparently). There was a tall, blue Avatar movie avatar, about eight feet tall, and a very tall tatooed man with a horse's tail who placed first (I placed last hah - but I think I was the only novice and I had nothing motivating me). I don't have any idea why I went. I attempted a number of good deeds for sufferers asking for help on the forum, one of whom had something spamming her with messages on her sim (which I ran down), a non-English speaker who rejected my help (hah), and so on. Someone asked to pose for CC and even though I was not prepared I let him, and I got at least one decent picture out of it. There was some confusion at first as I couldn't see the anims he was playing; finally I understood and told him to play inworld not locally, and it was fine.
I started working on a blogpost explaining step by step how to fight as a Tiny, but was waylaid by my poser (who was quite nice).
A completely meaningless list, like my meaningless damages list, I suppose.
Labels: Dept. of Incoherence, Dept. of No Upside, Nut Dust From First Class, Rotting Infrastructure, The More Things Change the MoreThey Remain the Same, Unique Forms of Continuity in Space
29 September 2009
Boccione Would Approve
Awwwww... Monty stopped by while I was working on the Kill Club roof. Before he left he gave me a big hug. Monty's in green - I fear I assimilated him :-D
Labels: Unique Forms of Continuity in Space