Not to instill apocalypse panic, but this is just cool…

Plans are being made for the installation of an information storage bank on the moon, experts said at a science meeting Strasbourg, France.

The so-called “Doomsday ark” would provide the tools for the reconstruction of the human race in case civilization is ever destroyed, The Sunday London Times reported.

The ark’s basic version, which would be buried close to the moon’s surface, would include hard discs containing DNA information and instructions for growing crops and metal making, the report said.

The underground vault reportedly would transmit data to strongly guarded receivers on Earth.

“Eventually, it will be necessary to have a kind of Noah’s ark there, a diversity of species from the biosphere,” scientist Bernard Foing said.

The first ark, which would have a 30-year lifespan, is expected to be installed on the moon by 2020 at the latest. The completed archive should be ready by 2035, scientists said.


A sigh.

I sighed under the amber glow of the street lights and watched her go. Her footsteps echoed off of the suburban canyon walls. The crickets sighed. I mourned.

She left me alone in the streets, holding our memories. Gone were walks in the park, hand in hand, drifting without destination. There would be no more sunset bonfires or midnight swims. Behind us were the days that stretched on and on, chased by nights too hot for blankets and too fun to forget. I’d long for the sapphire eyes I woke to every morning, her radiant smile and lips that tasted like… mmm, apple blossom. I’d miss running my fingers through her sand colored hair and how her skin smelled of cocoa butter with a hint of chlorine. What I wouldn’t give to feel her warm hands on me, her cool kisses on my forehead. All the memories with friends and family, all countless occasions just being together made me thank the stars to be alive. But from this minute forward I would be forced to live in a world that would only grow darker, colder and harsher. A world without her.

I said goodbye to Summer and watched her go.

She didn’t look back.

Confessions of a Superhero


By far one of the best documentaries I’ve seen this year, which says a lot.

CONFESSIONS OF A SUPERHERO chronicles the lives of three mortal men and one woman who make their living working as superhero characters on Hollywood Boulevard. This deeply personal look into their daily routines reveals their hardships and triumphs as they pursue and achieve their own kind of fame. The Hulk sold his Super Nintendo for a bus ticket to LA; Wonder Woman was a mid-western homecoming queen; Batman struggles with his anger, while Superman’s psyche is consumed by the Man of Steel. Although the Walk of Fame is right beneath their feet, their own paths to stardom prove to be long, hard climbs.

You can watch this film on Hulu or check out the trailer below.

And my jaw hit the floor….

This is by far the funniest, yet saddest thing I have read all year.  It is a comment that pertains to this article from The Independent.  Read the article, then come back here and chew on this little tater tot of stupidity.

Sadly, you have bought into a group of theories that are centuries old and are largely questioned by most scientists, if not abandoned for the abundance of contrary evidence. These theories are propped up by an ignorant media and public education.

1) Evolution has never been proven to have occurred at a macro level. There should be thousands of examples, and there are a handful of questionables.

2) Mutation is a theory that literally won’t work due to the odds being so against it, you might as well be trying to throw a rock over the moon. Almost all mutation has negative or fatal consequences, and certainly successive mutation would contain mostly negative effects and the organism would not survive more than a generation, if at all. Do the math…it doesn’t work.

3) These fossils are always just pieces of a whole, and must be reassembled. That introduces the element of making assumptions and guessing based on preconceptions. Meaning, when they reassembled the skull, we’re assuming here that it fit together perfectly and without question could only measure 600cc. I’m betting you could bring in 12 different scientists and get 12 different measurements.

Evolution is such a hot, polarizing topic. There are a lot of questions and contrary evidence that should make us question even the foundation of the theory. However, due to the social climate, even considering this brings ridicule. It’s sad. Future generations will look back at these times and proclaim it a dark age, at least as far as paleontology is concerned.

Please read the article (A skull that rewrites the history of man…) and if you happen to come across anyone who thinks like the numskull above, encourage them not to reproduce.  Or engage in scientific debate.

Photo of the Day: Henderson Drive By

Lovely day.

Henderson Harbor, New York
September 1, 2009

A backdrop for my series Windy Harbor, Henderson Harbor has always been one of my favorite places in Northern New York.  The picturesque little village was the setting for many great memories growing up.  I snapped this while driving along its empty streets.  It was my incredible luck that the picture was level and the telephone pole perfectly centered.

Animals no safer inside Kenya’s parks than outside

Wildebeests, antelope, and other iconic African animals are declining just as quickly in Kenya’s parks and reserves as in the country’s unprotected lands.

That’s the finding of a recent study that questions a central tenet of Kenya’s wildlife conservation strategy.

Based on existing data, the team estimates that key animal populations have fallen by 40 percent over the past 30 years both inside and outside parkland.

The work seems to confirm what Kenyan environmentalists have suspected for years:

Aside from a few success stories, such as elephant and zebra conservation programs, efforts to sustain wildlife numbers in Kenya seem to be failing due to poor monitoring and enforcement.  Read more.


Once upon an empty desk...

Far across the Ocean is an empty room I once called home.

As most of you may know, my feet are currently planted on US soil.  It’s true, I’m back in NY, enjoying the last bits of summer.   I hit the ground running two weeks ago and have just now found time to post something.  I’ll quickly summarize what’s going on.

  • I’m currently penning up my dissertation which is due at the end of September, until it’s done, I’m on a strict study regiment so my presence may be a little scarce.
  • Over the past couple of months I’ve taken on a few exciting new challenges.  Among them two archaeological research projects that I’ve designed.  More about them later.
  • I’ve eaten at Tin Pan four times so far, but still feel a deep hunger for more, MORE!
  • I’m balancing my stuffed French toast diet with a very strict Crossfit routine.  It’s extremely satisfying to be back in the game.  I have Eric to thank for that.
  • I’m connected like never before with my new BlackBerry so expect me to embrace Verizon’s wonderful 3G network and exploit the shit out of it.
  • Matthew Good is releasing a new CD on October 6th called Vancouver, but he’ll be streaming it a month early on his website.  What I’ve heard so far is great and I think this may be his best work since 2003’s Avalanche.

Finally, thanks to everyone for the phone calls, emails, text messages and expressions of happiness at my return .  You’ve made my return home feel extremely special and it means a lot to me.

More soon.