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September 29th, the Dark God's Gift returns with new dark Adult tales of Tech Noir, Sci-fi, Fantasy and more! Start off and ride the Halloween season with 5 of the most prolific authors here at the BSFS! K. Ceres Wright, William Hayashi, H. Wolfgang Porter, Ronald T. Jones and Thaddeus Howze will take you to the far corners of Earth, the Galaxy and the Multiverse with exciting short stories of those condemned to encounter the 'Dark God's Gift!'

Follow the episodes as each story is featured weekly on the Dark God's Gift group page here at BSFS. Don't miss a single moment of suspense, action and terror as each tale unfolds. Power, Sex Appeal, Immortality are but a few of the many things the Dark God's Gift may bestow. But beware ye mortals and would be gods, for no good can come of too much of a good thing!

It didn’t rain much in the region Routh was a part of. But when it did on those rare occasions, it was as if a higher being had pulled out a stopper in the sky, releasing a century’s worth of pent up moisture.

Hooper stood in the port, oblivious to the cascading downfall that battered against his face and body like liquid lashes. If he felt any discomfort at all, the iron bound hand of purpose, augmented by imperturbable focus, muted it. Nothing was going to sway him from cracking the secrets of the SD suit in his possession. Neither man nor whatever the elements threw at him.

            A Jumper-class sleeper ship descended from the rain-sodden heavens, touching down gently on a landing platform. Engines powered down, side door shuddered open, steps protruded and a half dozen passengers draped in water repellant hooded parkas debarked.

            The engineers. The best armor specialists his money could buy and Hooper welcomed them with open arms literally and figuratively.

            Dern moved openly down the settlement’s main avenue. The rain had diminished to a light drizzle and previously sheltered residents returned to the street to engage in their normal routines. The upsurge in activity increased Dern’s cover. At least for now. There would be no more anonymity once the alarm was raised about the guard he over powered and incapacitated. Of course Dern planned on having freed Alita and her crewmates by the time the guard regained consciousness. If he were lucky, they’d all be long gone from this place.

He stopped and surveyed a row of ramshackle structures on the other side of the street until his gaze settled on the tallest, widest building. Resembling a giant rusty lockbox, the building had no windows. The front entrance looked tight enough to give the place a hermetically sealed appearance. Dern had no doubt this was the detention facility the guard so cooperatively described. He briskly crossed the street, slipping into a narrow gap separating the facility from a closely spaced neighboring building. Taking a rearward peek, Dern saw that he hadn’t drawn any attention. At least he hoped he hadn’t. And if he did, he gambled on the denizens in this rogue’s paradise being more concerned with minding their own business.

            There was a lot at the back of the building filled with terrain vehicles of various sizes, including three TVVs. He rounded the corner of the building and scurried toward its single back entrance. Pressing an access panel next to the door he darted inside. A shadowed corridor greeted him. He rushed to the end until he came upon a stairwell leading to a lower level. The isolation wing. That was where Alita and the crew were being held according to the guard. Fear of being killed had the effect of turning the most heartless scoundrels into paragons of honesty. 

            Dern harbored not a shred of doubt about the guard’s truthfulness.

            The wing was a modest size space, accommodating a dozen or so cells. A glass enclosed security booth blocked an entryway that fanned out into a wider area. Through slightly tinted glass Dern glimpsed a seated guard facing the cell doors.

            At this point Dern opted to forego stealth in favor of what the ancients called shock and awe. He sprinted toward the booth and leapt, bursting through an inch of reinforced glass. An explosion of glass fragments cascaded over the guard. Dern landed on his feet, delivering a hammer blow fore arm to the guard’s temple before the latter could react. The man crumpled into a dreamless slumber.

            Dern quickly examined the circular console where the guard was sitting. Amid a simple arrangement of switches and buttons it wasn’t hard for him to determine the cell door controls. He flicked ten switches corresponding to the number of cells in the area and received a responding series of clacks. The cell doors automatically swung open.

            “Everybody out!” Dern shouted as he emerged from the booth.

            Heads tentatively peeked out of the cells, one of them belonging to Alita. She stared at the former SD soldier as if he were more illusion than real.

            “Come on!” Dern urged.

            Seconds later he was leading his fellow captives through the passage back to the outside.

            “What now?” The captain asked warily.

            Dern paused, at a momentary loss. A well thought out plan, combined with a healthy dose of luck had gotten him this far. Now, he needed to add a dollop of improvisation to the mix.

            “I appreciate you freeing us,” Alita said, resignation sinking into her expression. “But it looks like we’ve reached a dead end.” She lowered to her haunches, drained. “A dead fucking end.”

            Dern surveyed the ground vehicles parked nearby. An idea seized him. He gave Alita a reassuring pat on the arm. “We’re not down, yet. Follow me.” He walked toward the vehicles.

            Seeing where he was heading, Alita’s brow furrowed. “You think we can just drive out of here?”

            “That’s what I’m counting on the enemy to think,” Dern replied.

            The comm chimed softly beside his bed. Hooper flinched awake as if the sound were decibels higher than it actually was. Late night revelry kept him up well past his usual hour of retirement. It had been that way quite a bit as of recent. The prospect of incalculable wealth and power had put him in a celebratory mood. The suit was his ticket out of this backwater region of space. The wealth he’d squeeze from its replication would be enough to turn his equally disreputable peers into supplicants.

            The thought was enticing enough to soften the edge in his voice when he responded to the comm. “What is it?”

            “Boss…we have a problem. Lowtower escaped.”

            Hooper shot to his feet, brushfire rage burning away vestiges of sleep. “Find him!” He snapped. “Heads will roll if he slips through our fingers. Literally!”

             The sci fi vibe continues...

            He's a mercenary and freebooter in Outer Space.

            A lot of his missions are personal assignments

            from clients.  Here you see him in a solo adventure

            called Green Eyed Monster... classic sci fi.

            Like a wild bunch cowboy... Space Wolf gets the

            job done.  I already have his first story slated for an
  
             upcoming anthology, soon to be announced.

            All of this and more in...
 
            Aura- The Art of Winston Blakely

Hello BSFS *Update* Fated by Chain on Wii U *EXCLUSIVE*

I would like to update BSFS on the development of Fated by Chain for the Nintendo Wii U! Incus has worked very hard on this application, and we would like to give new information with story and images. Incus Interactive Productions LLC were inspired by the designs of action/rpg games of the past like Final Fantasy, Zelda, others. These games were great in design, imagination, and scale. But there were primarily in Japanese only development perspectives. Leading to odd characters designs of black people that sometimes just doesn't make any sense sometimes. 

Incus Interactive Productions LLC is made up by founders William Smith Jr.(Myself/Technical Artist) and David Smith (Brother/Concept Artist). Others have helped with development of this game as well. The story goes like this; Servantu Fatum is famous Bioenginer of a place called Lux Spatium, a Sci-fi fantasy city that Servantu builds biolife androids to protect. The problems comes in with his own creation.

And her name is Quo, Servantu most powerful creation that controls time and space! Quo is the Antagonist of Fated by Chain in rebellion over Servantu. The balance of power between Lux and the wild of biolifes is going to clash as Servantu learns of chains that he's made and how to balance them as he gains the the power of nature it self.   

Servantu will meet others on his mission to stop Quo and save Lux like Erlideau Thack below. Where aiming for a tight battle system for the Wii U's unique Gamepad controller.

Finally, Fated by Chain will be released in Europe first, and then the U.S. in two months there after on Nintento's eShop for Wii U. For more information on Incus and Fated by Chain check out this podcast and links below.

P.S. This will be a Nintendo eshop exclusive only!

http://www.incusinteractiveproductions.co/

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https://twitter.com/iip_incus

Freaky Physics Experiment May Prove Our Universe Is A Two-Dimensional Hologram

Everyone knows the universe exists in three dimensions, right? Maybe not. For some time now serious physicists have been pondering the seemingly absurd possibility that three-dimensional space is merely an illusion--and that we actually live in a two-dimensional "hologram."

And now scientists at the Fermi National Accelerator Laboratory in Illinois have launched a mind-blowing experiment to show once and for all what sort of universe we live in.

"We want to find out whether space-time is a quantum system just like matter is," Dr. Craig Hogan, director of Fermilab's Center for Particle Astrophysics, said in a written statement. "If we see something, it will completely change ideas about space we've used for thousands of years."

According to quantum theory's uncertainty principle, it's impossible to know both the precise location and the exact velocity of a subatomic particle. If the same uncertainty principle applies to space as well as to matter, space too should have built-in fluctuations--a.k.a. "quantum jitter" or "holographic noise," according to the statement.

The 21 scientists involved in the experiment will look for the jitter with the help of an exquisitely sensitive device known as a Holometer. It produces laser beams 200,000 times brighter than a laser pointer and, with the help of an optical technique known as interferometry, measures jitter in the beams as small as a few billionths of a billionth of a meter.

"If we find a noise we can't get rid of, we might be detecting something fundamental about nature--a noise that is intrinsic to space-time," Dr. Aaron Chou, the experiment's lead scientist and project manager for the Holometer, said in the statement. "It's an exciting moment for physics. A positive result will open a whole new avenue of questioning about how space works."

The prospect of making a discovery that would not only defy common sense but also overturn centuries of scientific thinking has Chou thinking in philosophical, almost mystical terms.

"I have always believed that if indeed there is a creator, then the mechanism by which the world was created is not necessarily unknowable, and if we delve deeply enough we might reach some very interesting and inescapable conclusions," Chou told The Huffington Post in an email. "This topic brings up all sorts of interesting philosophical and theological questions which are perhaps better discussed over a beer or a nice cup of tea. In the meantime, we scientists have a job to do."

The short answer of why I decided to make the female heroine of my fantasy/romance novel The Last King really dark and really feminine is because such a woman is a rarity to see in literature, film or television.

I mean, even if a heroine is black, she’s likely brown-colored or light, and she is most certainly going to have straight hair and not her natural curls.

Not so with Emmy Hughes – I decided to make her everything this world insists should not be considered beautiful, lovely and worth persuing – dark-skinned with kinky hair  (okay, it’s BIG kinky hair for sure, no teeny weeny afro’s I admit, but that’s because I like BIG hair).

The main reason I did this is because I’m tired of seeing the same images played out in the media of what’s attractive. I specifically wanted to contribute, no matter how small, to the idea of black women being seen as attractive and feminine.

Why feminine? Because black women have traditionally been denied the right to be seen this way, and personally, I think this has hurt us in numerous ways.

Yes, Virginia, feminine women do benefit in a society.

You see, feminine women tend to benefit from the resources of masculine men. Heck,they benefit  from society in general, and the fact is, black women have never really benefited from society or from men  - be it black men or white men (I speak of benefits in a healthy way – I’m not talking about gold-digging here; because benefiting isn’t just about economics – there are also physical, emotional, spiritual and social benefits).

What do I mean by black women haven’t benefited from men because we aren’t viewed as feminine? Well, bear with me on this train of thought.

Take a moment and think of how you, dear reader, view black women. Go on and be very honest with yourself. It’s only you and I ‘in the room’ at the moment. Now, think of most of the images you have either seen of black women, or associate with black women: from books and films, to television and music videos, black women have more often than not been portrayed in the following ways— as mammies, Jezebels, gold-diggers, and sapphires. On the news you will see hyped-up images of welfare queens or single moms, or loud uncouth individuals (the Claire Huxtables and Michelle Obama’s are rarely given their due) and in modern society black women have even become viewed as independent or STRONG black women.

Yet the one thing you rarely see us viewed as is FEMININE and desirable – at least, not desirable in respectable way.

We have not been considered the soft types who are worthy of pursuit; or who – as Sojourner Truth once mentioned in her famous speech “Ain’t I A Woman?” – are worthy of being helped into carriages (“That man over there says that women need to be helped into carriages,” Sojourner said, “and lifted over ditches, and to have the best place everywhere. Nobody ever helps me into carriages, or over mud puddles, or gives me any best place, and ain’t I a woman?”).

I think this view of us, this view that we have now internalized, has actually done great damage to our psyche.

Because of slavery, and the white mentality that instigated that slavery, we have been seen as chattel and sub-human. And “chattel” does not reap the resources of men or society, because it is assumed that chattel has no needs.

Indeed, chattel, mammies, jezebels and STRONG women are seen as neither needing a helping hand nor as deserving of one.

Now, recall again how you tend to view black women; better yet, recall the images you often see of us. From Mammy inGone with the Wind to Aibileen in The Help, and from Celie in the Color Purple to Precious and her mother in Precious (all of which are Oscar nominated films by the way; don’t you just love the roles Hollywood likes to see us nominated in?), we have by and large been viewed in a variety of negative, or unattractive roles, but never feminine ( (I’m not saying all images of black women are like this; but a good majority are – you get the point).

Yes, let’s take a look at these images, in case you have forgotten them.

THE HELP….(Oscar nominated film)

 We’ll handle the work: we can take it.

PRECIOUS…(Oscar nominated film).

No need to pursue us: nothing feminine here!

GONE WITH THE WIND…. (Oscar nominated film).

Whatever I can do fer Scarlett makes me happy! I got no needs of my own.

Now, consider their white or lighter skinned counterparts in each of these films.

THE HELP…

Even though I’m mean, I’m all dolled-up

PRECIOUS…

You poor, fat, black thing! Thank God I’m not you.

GONE WITH THE WIND….

My goodness! Don’t I, Scarlette, look delicate. Even when I’m distressed!

Continue looking at some of these images below. Which of these two groups of women, white or black, seem either unattractive, unfeminine and/or able to carry heavy loads? Be honest with yourselves now. (Ugh! The black women in these images, in these movies, don’t even get to wear make-up. Please. Women have loved prettying themselves up since the dawn of time – and that includes black women!)

But you wouldn’t know that black women want to be pretty too, at least, not from these pictures below.↓

 PINKY…                                                                                                                                                                           

Hair done. Check. Make-up on. Check. Too bad for the mammy figure though…

 THE HELP….   

You carry the load, and I’ll stand here in pink and look good.

An unrealistic image of a woman first thing in the morning. Gone with the Wind.

Meanwhile, white women have often been portrayed as dolled-up and feminine in situations where they shouldn’t be all dolled-up (like those old movies where the women wake-up first thing in the morning with all their make-up already on, i.e. the legendary Gone with the Wind. Meanwhile, the women in The Help can’t even get a little lipstick going on).

Now consider the show Orange is the New Black. I notice on huge billboards in New York that although everyone is in prison, the white female lead still gets to look like she just came out of  a hair and make-up salon!

Even in jail, Hollywood is gonna make me gorgeous.

Meanwhile, crazy-eyes looks like something I have seen in old posters of black people that meant to degrade us.

Crazy-Eyes today.

“Crazy eyes” from yester-year. Crazy-Eyes, you seei, is not a modern view of black women, but an old repeated one.

Continue to look below:

Now, is it me, or does the blonde woman in OITNB look good, dare I say even feminine, in all of these pictures? Can’t say the same for the black woman – she looks JACKED-UP and freaky. Even the lady with the knife gets to wear lipstick!

Man,you look great! I look, well, crazy.

I even think the above picture ↑ reminds me of, well, this picture below ↓. Which characters look wild-eyed and a little insane and which ones look nice or sweet or calm and normal? You be the judge.

Look familiar?

Continue looking. Who gets to be feminine the majority of the time in film and television?

Count the feminine looking ones, and the ones who look jacked-up

No, seriously, I’m smelling some of the same-old same-old in depictions of us. Look below when the old “coons”of yesteryear ate watermelon. Thank goodness black women today only get to be degraded by eating pie and shoving it on their faces.

Last time we saw you, you were eating watermelon. Now, Crazy-eyes, you’re eating pie. 

New era, same non-feminine, even coonish imagery.

Actually, I just want to take a break here and show some old photos of my grandmother and mother (ok, grandpa is in here, too). These were very feminine women that I grew up with. Yet I rarely saw or even see their likeness portrayed in books and movies in a healthy way – again, I’m not talking about rare exceptions. I’m saying I didn’t and do not see these images of black women the majority of the time.

My grandparents in1944. No cooning here. And man! Did they have style.

Gasp! Black women even liked dressing up their little daughters. My mama and my aunt.

My feminine mama: yep, she liked make-up. And her eyes weren’t bucked-out while throwing pie on her face.

Where are these black women in movies, books and films?

Who gets to be pretty and pursued?

Now where was I?

Ah, yes.

These are some of the reasons  I purposely made my Emmy Hughes from The Last King very soft and feminine. It’s also why I put her in situations where she needed the help and resources of men – of her beloved father, and of her soon-to be love interest, Gilead Knightly. Both men are present in her life for a reason. (I also wanted to give her a life that was not filled with pathology – violence, incest, drugs, ghetto behavior, etc.).

And I did not make her a STRONG character; at least, not unnecessarily so. She’s smart for sure, and not anyone’s punching bag, but she does need assistance.

After all, why must black women be so STRONG that we take on burdens that are physically, mentally and emotionally crushing us? Has our strength stopped our obesity and health epidemic? Has our STRENGTH stemmed the flow of unwed motherhood (a problem that is wreaking havoc both in our communities and for future generations). Has our STRENGTH helped our numbers in marriage rise?

No.

And that’s a big NO.

Now, as a black woman myself, I am NOT here to put down other black women.  I am here hoping to help change how we view ourselves, first and foremost.

Black beauty – soft and feminine

Personally, I think being soft and feminine and in need of help is great place for us to start. Other women need help. What’s wrong with us admitting we need it, too? Being strong in the sense of taking on everything, and helping everyone, while needing no help and love for ourselves is stupid. And it’s part of an image that was assigned to us in slavery. Therefore, it can’t be good.

Now I ask you, when is the last time you saw in a movie or film, a dark-skinned woman, pretty, made-up, hair done, being pursued as a romantic interest? When do you get to see us being soft and feminine and wanted? Think hard now. Because even if you do come up with one such movie, it will likely be, well, one movie (unless it’s an independent film;  I admit I am not up to date on my independent movies.)

And when is the last time you heard someone say, “Wow, she’s a strong white woman. Look at that strong Japanese woman! You go girl!”

Nobody says that.

Now don’t get me wrong. Strength in a woman does have a place: after all, there is work to do in this world. There are families to care for and dreams to achieve. It takes strength to accomplish any of those tasks.  But strength in a woman as her main character trait does not bode well. You see, it cannot be the defining characteristic when one thinks of  a woman.

And if you do believe strength should be a woman’s defining characteristic, consider where it has gotten us. The black community is now a matriarchal community that has a 70 percent out of wedlock rate. This not strength. This is brokenness.

But, listen. I know that calling a woman strong first and foremost, sounds like a compliment. I get it. You mean well by it. But underneath that “compliment” lies the (sometimes) unintentional belief that since a black woman is strong she can handle suffering more. She’s all good, and is able to endure all kinds of trauma and strife, with no need to pour her heart out from the deep pain she truly feels.

Baloney.

All of this so-called strength is actually sapping us of our joy. In not being viewed as feminine we have lost an ability to be vulnerable and lean on others – particularly on men.

Yes, I said it. I said the word Men. They are NOT a necessary evil. Their strength is needed. And men, the masculine ones at least, tend to like feminine and vulnerable women as romantic interests (I’m not talking about stupid, blind vulnerability either; you know, the kind that allows a women to be a punching bag -um, no thanks!).

Delicate and vulnerable

Indeed, we have been led to believe such traits of vulnerability are weak (probably because vulnerability does lead to the possibility of being hurt; but being strong has done on a whipping on us, too). But in fact, we are hurting more because we aren’t open to admitting we need the help of others, of men in particular, in our lives. And yet, we have love to give and we have love that we need.

We need the resources of men, because men, when they use their strength in the right way, are wonderful!

This is where viewing ourselves as feminine comes in. Because, you see, feminine women are thought of as worthy of being the sorts of women that men want to rescue and offer a helping hand to.

And this foolish thinking we have about ourselves won’t change until we stop seeing ourselves as The Strong Help – Able To Do It All, No-Make-Up or Soft Qualities Needed.

We are NOT the help and we are not masculine women. We are soft, feminine women who can get the job done when it’s needed, sure, but we want to be pursued and rescued, too.

So I think we need to cease singing that Aretha Franklin song  “Sisters Are Doing It For Themselves” or the Destiny’s Child tune “Independent Woman.”

We have been doing it for ourselves all along. We have been strong, and we have been independent.

And frankly, it’s killing us.

BIOGRAPHY of A. Yamina Collins 

The Last King is Yamina’s first novel, and it has already been in Amazon’s Top 100 Bestseller’s list in Fantasy, Science-fiction, Women’s Fiction Literature and Christian Women’s Literature.

A graduate of New York University, she lives in Manhattan and currently blogs at Yaminatoday.com. Her dream as an author is to help create new images of major African-American characters in literature.

She hates stereotypes. No, really. She does.

Well damn. I done fount this old thing. See, I had forgot that I subscribed to this site. Forgot the email attached to this account, even! But, the wells of memory are deep and something stirred within those depths and brought me back.

That something was my brand new podcast.

It is called BrownCoats, Black Magic. It covers Nerd Culture and People of Color and the interesting interactions between them. I am the black magic portion and my cohost is of Indian extraction and brings the Brown.  If you would be so kind as to check out our blog and the attendant podcast in your spare moments, I'd love ya for it.

This week in particular could be of interest as we delve into the written word with focus on Comic Books and Urban Fantasy Novels. The New Ms. Marvel, Jeremy Love's Bayou, The Jungle Book and Ben Aaronovitch's Peter Grant Novels all get the once over!

BrownCoats, Black Magic

The Facebook Page!

The Twitter!

The SoundCloud where you can hear my melodious voice!

Thanks in advance brethren and sistren! It's been a while, but its good to be black, er... back.

Source: Greg Laden's Science Blog

Related sites:

Climate Central: Keeling Curve
Intergovernmental Panel on Climate Change
NOAA: Earth System Research Laboratory
Scripps CO2 Program: Home of the Keeling Curve
Scripps Institution of Oceanography: The Keeling Curve

As a people we done everything to be except tribes.

The closest we come to is street gangs. We've called ourselves Africans, African-Americans, Blacks, and if we find one more way to divide us we will be nuts. So, here's the rap: If we were really Africans we should know something about tribes. Also since when we ran away from the plantation into the woods we met the Indians who had tribes. And if also some of us were indigenous (same time as the Indians but not Indians but like Indians) we should know something about tribes.

Now let me tell you about tribes in my brief experience, being a Black person. When I was a kid we lived on the same street as my grandparents, uncles, aunts and cousins all on my dad's side plus we had regular close contact with mom's family in another city. When a big problem hit we talked about it, dealt with it as a big family. After we grew up that all went away, it's every family for themselves. Weddings, funerals and family reunions are the only times we see each other or talk.

Forget about having the illusive Indian or African blood, we need to consider Tribes where we are, here, and save our families. We could empower each other better. Oh yeah and until the main stream media supports positive Black life, we should limit our intake. As enlarged families I'm sure better programming can be had.

Hey, speculative fiction turns into reality. With simple science, metaphysics we can go natural without being or looking primitive. There is room to experiment and create because our new paradigm is not a society that doesn't need us anymore. And we get to exercise all that wisdom we've been reading for the last 50 years.

Think of it this way, we built it all for them, lets be about building our own. The funny part is what will they do without us paying attention to them and entertaining them. We really don't have time for that. We do have time for tribes. Tribes are real blood families first, not political/social/religious groups. Family first.

Image source: Renewing All Things

Inside Science: How Quantum Mechanics Helps Us Breathe, Peter Gwynne

The EmDrive produces propulsion without propellant, according to its inventor. (Credit: SPR, Ltd)

Discovery: Did NASA Validate an “Impossible” Space Drive? In a Word, No.
Cory S. Powell

Meet Pozitron... the cosmic hero that was featured in my first anthology book
entitled Immortal Fantasy. Pozitron wages a secret war against his sworn
enemy... a race of demons known only as " The Aganza."

His first adventure can be found in Immortal Fantasy no. 1 and yes,
there will be a second volume of the same name, already in the works.

Sometimes he is referred to as the Afro - Techno Cosmic Warrior.

I am cool with that. He is definitely a character that is of epic proportions.

Think Space Opera... or Jack Kirby's New Gods... now you get
the idea. All of this and more coming...

October 21, in Aura- The art of Winston Blakely

Source: Fan Pop

For Time And Relative Dimensions In Space, of course! I was introduced to The Doctor in the 80's by fellow Air Force Lieutenant Beth Richards: she hooked me on it. (If you're reading this Beth, I'm still a big fan.) The eleventh Doctor appears tonight, I think it's the same actor as in the other BBC series I follow, The Musketeers. I need to visit England again. Haven't been since 2000.

Although, "freezing" the TARDIS chameleon circuit in the shape of a London phone box/booth in the age of I-phones is complete nostalgia...most kids probably wouldn't know it if it materialized in front of them, landing on their foot! It used to make sense, trust me.

BBC America: Doctor Who
Twitter: #newtowho

Tomorrow: If You Meet The Buddha

An image of the starburst galaxy, Messier 82 (M82). (Courtesy: NASA, ESA and The Hubble Heritage Team (STScI/AURA))

Physics World: Nearby galaxy harbors rarest type of black hole