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I'm editing Black Sun this morning while the fog is rolling in. I'm putting together a section on all the astronomers we met in Cairns. They are the high end eclipse chasers! They know more about the mechanics of the eclipse and what science can be done during the eclipse than everyone else. At the same time, many were not there to do science they were there to simply enjoy the eclipse! If you ever have a chance to view a total solar eclipse, make it happen. The next eclipse is this November in Africa. Photo: Jarita Holbrook & Kelvin Phillips Co-Directors in Cairns, Australia.

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Ghost Town.

(If you've seen and wasted your money on the movie, Cherynobol Diaries, here's how I would have played it out.)Police officer Yuri Ivanovitch held a firm grip on the steering wheel as he drove his car down the dark road deep within the rural areas of the Ukraine. His car’s head lights cut through the darkness to reveal the yellow painted line in the middle of the road and the black police car driving in front of his own. There was also endless rows of tall weeds and trees along both sides of the road. For a quick moment he took his left hand off the steering wheel to lift the front of his black visor hat and scratch an itch on the top of his head. He felt his skin overheating under his black uniform. He then reached over and rolled down the driver’s side window a few inches to let some cool air into the hot stuffy car.He looked over at his partner, Alexi Stravinski. A thin bodied, spectacled man in his late thirties. Alexi was sound asleep with his arms folded against his chest and his head leaning against the passenger’s side window. Alexi went to sleep at the start of the three hour drive from their precinct at Kriosk Yuri and Alexi were summoned in the middle of their night shift, along with two other officers, to drive to a most unique location. The long abandoned city of Prypiat.Driving along this stretch of road Yuri and his escort encountered no other vehicles. The road to Prypiat was restricted to most traffic. Prypiat neighbored the also abandoned city of Chernobyl. The home of the infamous nuclear reactor disaster that took place on the 26th of April, 1986. When a series of explosions ruptured the nuclear vessel within the reactor and released a massive plume of radioactive gas that spread across most of Central Europe. After the accident Prypiat’s entire population of 48,000 were evacuated. Leaving the deserted city to decay as it stood frozen in time. Nature began to reclaim the land. Tall weeds grew up from the cracked pavement and sidewalks. The long neglected buildings are now weather worn and crumbling. And yet, after the huge disaster that took place twenty four years ago Yuri was amazed to learn that some idiots from a misguided American company was trying to organize guided tours into parts of Prypiat.The silliest thing that I’ve ever heard of, was Yuri’s opinion of the whole idea. It would be considered one of the biggest jokes in the Ukraine if it were not for the fact that all contact with the guards stationed at the south road checkpoint, and the two representatives of the American company went dead two days ago. That was the reason why Yuri and the other officers were dispatched to the area. Their mission was to find out why there was no reply from the guards.I know why there’s no reply from those idiots. They all got bored so they’re either asleep or boozing it up someplace, Yuri theorized. He was not thrilled about having to make a three hour drive just to roust some drunken fools from their sleep. But orders were orders.The lead car slowed down in front of an eight foot tall chain link fence that was erected across the road. At the left side of the road the fence stood tall. But on the right side it was reduced to twisted and torn segments laying across the ground. Also, at the right side of the road near a group of trees was the remains of the small white guard house where the officers ate and slept. It was now a pile of flattened lumber scattered across the ground.What the hell happened here? Yuri asked himself. He now began to think that the situation was more serious than checking up on a few drunken slackers.The two cars drove over the fallen fence and into the city. They now traveled across a road that had cracked, uneven pavement and was infested with tall sprouting weeds. And there seemed to be dozens of large, circular depressions scattered everywhere. The cars weaved left and right to try and avoid them. As they passed a group of decaying two story houses at both sides of the road Yuri noticed several tall trees standing among them. Some that he could see were at least twenty five feet tall. Many were taller. With massive trunks that had multiple branches sticking out like rigid arms and ending in sharp, jagged points. The ground near the trees was torn up as if explosions had taken place. But the most striking feature about these trees were their leaves. They were all larger than normal. Many appearing to be at least four feet wide.Yuri was so amazed at this sight that he had to share it with Alexi. He reached over and shook Alexi’s shoulder. “Wake up. Wake the hell up. We’re here. You have to see this.”Alexi groaned as he began to stir. “What the hell do you want?” he grumbled. His eyes still closed.“Look at the trees. The leaves.”Alexi opened his eyes. Gazing back at Yuri. “Leaves? You woke me up for that? You never saw leaves on a tree before?”“Not like this. These are as big as bed sheets.”“What do you expect? The trees were soaked in radiation,” Alexi explained as he sat up. “I’ve seen photos of trees with these giant leaves taken after the American Three Mile Island disaster.”Yuri pondered this detail. But was still amazed. “So if radiation can do that to trees then what else can it do.”Alexi laughed. “You’ve been watching too many of those American TV shows.”The police cars passed by several other cars that were parked at the side of the road. They were rusted hulks coated with dirt and surrounded by tall weeds. Then both cars stopped in the middle of an intersection. The lead car parked in front of a police car that bore heavy damage. All of it’s tires were flat. Every window was broken out. The bar lights on top of the car were shattered. Large holes were ripped into the driver’s side door.As Yuri stopped to park the shape of a large black animal charged out from the other side of the damaged police car and headed for the left, across the intersection. Yuri jumped in his seat at the sight of this creature. “Was that a bear?”“Sure as hell was,” replied Alexi.Yuri turned the key to shut off the engine. He was apprehensive about getting out of the car with the knowledge that there might be more bears lurking about. Coming prepared to search dark empty buildings he and Alexi took out the flashlights that they had brought from the glove compartment, then got out of their car. The two other officers in the lead car also got out. Both shining flashlights. From the passenger’s side was Boris Zovanoff. A six foot tall man in his late twenties. He had a thick, black moustache. Carrying his hat in his hand allowed him to display his shaved head. From the driver’s side emerged the officer in charge of this mission. As well as Boris’ close friend. Sergeant Ivan Brintznev. Another tall man in his twenties. He had uncombed, bushy black hair. The prominent white sergeant’s stripes stood out on the upper sleeves of his black uniform jacket. He and Boris put their hats on and walked over to the wrecked police car.Yuri knew Ivan quite well. And hated him. A young officer just two years on the job. Not even out of his twenties and he’s promoted to sergeant. Of course it was no secret that Ivan’s uncle, Captain Brintznev, helped him along. Yuri had worked at the precinct for six years and expected to be promoted to Sergeant. Only to loose the position to this young newcomer. That did not sit well with Yuri.Ivan and Boris walked along the side of the wrecked car. Then they looked about the surroundings. “Holy hell. Looks like this whole area went through a soccer riot,” said Ivan.Yuri and Alexi approached the car. Yuri looked about. “Looks like a battle took place here. The way the ground is torn up. The damage to this car. And the guard house back there.”“Something serious went down here,” said Ivan. “At first I was thinking that there might have been a problem with illegal squatters or looters. But this damage goes beyond that.”“So what now?” asked Yuri.“That’s obvious. We conduct our investigation and find out what happened to the missing guards.”“Good thing we came prepared with the heavier weapons,” said Boris.Ivan walked over to the back of his car. He took his keys out of his pocket and opened the trunk, then reached in and brought out one of the heavier weapons that Boris mentioned. A fully automatic AK-47 assault rifle. Ivan handed one to Boris as he approached. Yuri walked over and was next to take one. After surveying this battle damage he felt more secure wielding a weapon more powerful than the 9 MM pistol holstered at his side.Ivan stepped away from the car and issued his orders to Yuri and Alexi. “You two take a look around. Try not to get eaten by bears. Boris and I are going to take a look at the guard house. Or what’s left of it.”Lead by the beam of their flashlights, Boris and Ivan headed down the street. Yuri looked around at the rows of abandoned houses and buildings to his left, right, and forward. All shrouded in an ominous darkness.“So now we search. Which way?” asked Alexi.Yuri pointed his gun barrel straight ahead. “North.”Yuri and Alexi made their slow trek down the middle of the deserted road while shining their flashlights left and right. Yuri received an eerie feeling as he passed by the rusting, dust covered cars that were left at both sides of the street. And beyond the cars were the houses. All surrounded by waist high vegetation. A few of them had broken out windows and doors left wide open. All of them left empty for the past twenty four years.Yuri turned his flashlight to a tree that stood in a front yard. It was taller than the two story house behind it. He walked over to take a closer look, stepping over large chunks of dirt as the ground at the tree’s roots was torn apart. At the left and right of the tree were more of the large holes. What did this? he thought. Somebody fighting with grenades? Dynamite? He moved his flashlight’s beam up along the tree’s thick trunk. There were long streams of dried sap running down along it’s trunk. Yuri poked his finger onto the sap. It was sticky. He brought his finger to his nose and sniffed. The sap had a faint aroma resembling honey. Yuri looked up to the tree’s long, multiple branches. All decorated with the huge leaves that looked as though they were large enough to cover a table. These branches also ended in sharp jagged points.Alexi walked over to Yuri. “Are you on a nature study?”“I still can’t get over how big these leaves are,” Yuri told him.“So then grab a few and take them home with you,” replied Alexi. Tugging on Yuri’s arm. “Let’s go before Ivan comes back and starts bitching about us slacking off.”Yuri and Alexi continued walking down the road in their search for the unknown enemy that might be hiding and peering at them from behind the dirty windows of the many houses that they were passing.Alexi stopped. “Hold up. I have to go to the bathroom.”Yuri looked back at Alexi in disbelief. “Now? We’re in the middle of a search.”“I’ve been sitting in that damn car for three hours. What do you expect?” Alexi looked around at the row of houses at his right. He walked towards a house that had large sections of it’s white paint chipped away from it’s wooden frame. The front door, in between two broken windows was wide open.“Where the hell are you going?” Yuri asked. “You can’t go here?”“I’d rather have a little privacy,” Alexi’s testy reply. He headed for the door.“This is stupid. We should stay together,” Yuri pleaded to Alexi. Only to be ignored.Alexi entered the house.“This is stupid,” Yuri grumbled to himself. “This whole town might be crawling with armed terrorists and he wants to use some dusty bathroom because he’s touchy about a little privacy.”Yuri turned away from the house. His flashlight’s beam moved across the row of houses across the street. Then he heard a noise. The faint sound of clanking tin cans. Yuri trained his light on the houses as he took a step closer. He heard the noise again. It came from between two houses straight ahead.“Who’s there?” Yuri cried out. Holding his machine gun ready he moved in closer.Walking in between the two houses Yuri dismissed the source of the noise as a small animal foraging about in a trash bin. But he had to be sure. The weeds in between the houses were knee high. But in spite of this, Yuri was able to spot something strange laying on the ground. With caution, Yuri stepped closer. He let out a surprised gasp as he discovered that the object was a human skeleton. He could make out the skull laying next to it’s arm. Both had a brownish tint. The rest of the skeleton was covered by a sheet of brown material that reminded Yuri of a spider’s web.A spider’s web? Yuri thought as fear flooded his mind. He touched his foot against part of the web and found that it was indeed sticky. He conjured images of the American science fiction movies that he once saw. The ones that featured giant mutant insects created by radiation. He conjured the fresh images of the wrecked police car and the guard house. Then he conjured images of himself hanging upside down in a giant spider’s web as the hairy monster creeps closer. Ready to sink it’s sharp fangs into his flesh.Then Yuri’s flashlight went out. Being stuck in the dark he panicked. Dammit! Lousy cheap thing! He shook the flashlight hard to try to get it working again. Then up ahead he heard the clanking sound again. Yuri followed his next instinct, turn and run.Yuri put the flashlight in his back pocket, then ran back to the front of the house that Alexi went into. In the darkness the house was looking far more ominous. From the open front door he saw no beam from Alexi‘s flashlight. “Alexi!” Yuri shouted. “There’s something out here! I found something! Alexi!”Yuri watched and waited. There was no reply.“Alexi!”With no desire to venture into the dark house, Yuri’s options were few. His only course of action now was to return to the intersection and try to locate Ivan and Boris. Taking heavy breaths, Yuri ran through the darkness. As he neared the intersection he noticed a beam of light pointing towards the sky. As he drew closer he could see a person standing in front of Ivan and Boris’ car. It was Boris. Standing still while holding his hands up.“Boris!” Yuri cried out. He stopped a few feet away. Becoming suspicious. “Boris. What’s going on?”Boris said nothing. Then Yuri was startled by a man wearing a dark coat who sprang up from behind Boris while aiming an AK-47. “Don’t move!” he shouted.Yuri’s hands began to tremble as they held onto his weapon. Which was pointed at the ground. This gunman had the drop on him.“Drop the gun,” the man ordered in an angry tone.Yuri threw his gun to the ground.“Now step back.”Yuri took two steps back from the car. Standing to the left of Boris the man also stepped back until he was far enough to keep both men in his sights for two easy kills.“Give me your keys,” was the man’s next order.“What?” asked Yuri.“Your car keys!” the man shouted. “Give me your keys!”Boris broke his silence. “You’re not going to get away with this.”“Shut up!” the man snapped at Boris. “I’m taking your car. I’ll kill you both to take what I need to get out of this town. Now give me your keys.”“Ok,” said Yuri in compliance. He reached into his pocket.“Slowly!” the man warned him.Then several feet away a person in dark clothes charged up behind the man. It was Alexi. He trained his machine gun and flashlight beam at the man’s head. “Don’t move! Drop the gun!” Alexi shouted.Yuri now received a better look at the man in the beam of Alexi’s flashlight. He was a middle aged man with black, uncombed shoulder length hair and a long beard. The black coat that he wore was buttoned up to his neck. The right leg of his grey trousers was torn off, revealing a bloodstained white rag that was wrapped around his leg from his ankle to above his knee. He wore black shoes that were covered by clumps of dirt.Then another person came charging up at the man’s right. It was Ivan. He was holding the back of his head with his right hand. “Shoot the bastard!” he screamed at Alexi.Alexi repeated his command, while ignoring Ivan‘s. ”I said drop the gun! Right now!”The man dropped the machine gun onto the ground. Then raised his hands up over his head.Boris turned to his left and took a few steps. Then he reached to the ground and picked up his machine gun. He pointed the gun and his flashlight at the man.Ivan stepped closer to the man. “Shoot that son of a bitch! He tried to break my head open with a brick! Then he took my gun!”Ivan stepped into the beam of Boris’ flashlight. Yuri could see a stream of blood flowing down Ivan’s face. His fingers were bloodied as he held the back of his head.The man looked about at his captors. “Take it easy. I don’t mean any harm,” he said in a shaking voice.“Oh, now that’s a relief!” Ivan bellowed at the man. “You bust my head open, hold a gun to my men, and you don’t mean any harm! I’ll sleep better knowing that!”The man explained, “You don’t understand. I was desperate. I’ve been trapped here for two days. I saw your car and I needed to get out of here. We’re all in danger.”“We’re in danger?” asked Yuri. “From who?”“Monsters. This town is crawling with them.”“Monsters?” Yuri asked in disbelief. Then his memory went back to the skeleton that he found. Covered by a sheet of webbing.“Monsters?” Ivan snapped at the man.“Yes, monsters!” the man shouted back at Ivan. “They have us surrounded you fool! We have to get out of here while it’s still dark!”“Why?” Yuri asked.“Because they sleep at night!” the man cried out with a rising tone.“Yeah. That makes sense. They’re all in bed where I should be,” said Alexi with clear sarcasm.The man continued his story,” But when the sun comes up that’s when they wake up. Then all hell breaks loose. Please. We have to leave while it’s still dark.”“What’s your name?” Yuri asked.“Alyosha.”“Ok then, Alyosha. If this town is so dangerous then why are you still here?”“Because of my leg you jackass!” Alyosha spat out while pointing down. “They almost ripped my whole leg off. I can hardly move it. I tried to leave. Traveling at night on the road to reach the nearest town. But it’s too damn far with my leg the way it is. Then the sun comes up and you’re stuck out there with them. So I had no choice but to come back and hide in a manhole where they can’t find me. Did you ever sleep in a sewer for two days?”“Yeah! After a bachelor party,” Ivan replied. He charged over to Alyosha. Standing inches away from his face. “I’ve heard enough of this nonsense. I’ll tell you what really happened. A group looters like yourself came here, attacked the guard detail, and probably killed them all. Now we’re supposed to be your next targets.”Alyosha shook his head. “No. It’s not like that. You have to understand. We…”Ivan hurled a fist into Alyosha’s face to cut off his next word. Alyosha fell back to the ground. “This is for that brick to my head!” he shouted down to the helpless man as be began to kick him in the face and chest.Yuri rushed over and grabbed Ivan’s left arm to hold him back. “Stop. We need to listen to him. I found a skeleton back there.”Ivan shoved Yuri back. “Of course you found a skeleton, you idiot!” he yelled. “The reactor explosion. The radiation. You forgot about that? It’s probably some looter who was sleeping in the hot zone and died of radiation sickness. Who the hell cares?” Ivan ended his tirade by giving Alyosha a final stomp to his face. Alyosha’s nose was bleeding as he lay still on the ground.Boris lowered his gun. “Now what?”Ivan looked back at Boris. Then he looked around at the dark streets of the intersection. “Hell. I don’t know. We finish our search I guess.” He turned his eyes to Yuri. “Ivanovitch. Where’s your flashlight?”“It’s not working.”“And I lost mine back there when that son of a dog hit me from behind.” Ivan took his hand off the back of his head and inspected his bloodied palm. “Dammit! We’re down to two flashlights in this darkness. That puts us at a disadvantage with any more of these dogs that might be hiding out there. And my damn head is throbbing. We’ll finish our search in the morning.”“In the morning?” Yuri asked in disbelief. “But what about that skeleton I found? I think we should go take a look at it.”Ivan stormed towards Yuri. Stopping a foot away from his face. “Are you in charge here or me?” Ivan shouted. “I said we’re camping down here for the night!”Boris raised his flashlight beam to Yuri’s Face. Yuri squinted and turned his head away from the light. “And you get to serve watch,” Boris told Yuri.Yuri became angered at both Boris’ light shining in his face, and the pretense that he was in command. “I don’t take orders from you. Just because you’re friends with the Captain’s nephew doesn’t put you in charge.”Ivan approached Yuri. “What was that? he demanded, and gave Yuri a shove back. “Do you have a problem because I’m in charge here and not you? Maybe I’m in charge because I’ve got more brains than you and the rest of the grunts on the force.”Yuri looked back at Ivan and said nothing. But his anger was simmering.“Since you don’t seem to understand orders I’ll make it a little clearer for you. The Captain’s nephew is ordering you to stand watch. You have a problem with that?”Having to comply with Ivan’s order was a bitter lump of bile for Yuri to swallow. But he had no choice. “No sir. No problem here.”“Good,” Ivan’s crisp reply. He issued another order as he started to walk back to his car. “And put that stinking looter in handcuffs and lock him in the trunk.”“In the trunk? How’s he supposed to breathe?”Ivan turned back to Yuri, flailing his arms through the air. “He can breathe through the keyhole! Who gives a damn? Just do it!” he screamed.Boris turned and walked behind Ivan. “Don’t fall asleep, Ivanovitch,” was his parting shot to Yuri.Alexi walked over and stood next to Yuri as he looked down at the unconscious Alyosha. “I’ll help you with this idiot,” He said to Yuri.Yuri was reluctant to touch Alyosha as he reached for the man’s arms to restrain him with the handcuffs that he took from his equipment belt. Being this close Yuri’s nose picked up a fowl odor. Good God. This pig really was sleeping in a sewer. Yuri told himself.After Alexi helped Yuri stuff the limp Alyosha into the trunk of their car he sat in the driver’s seat to rest. As Yuri stood guard next to the cars, with both hands clutching his gun, his eyes scanned over the houses sitting in the dark background. His mind went back to the sight of the skeleton that was wrapped up in the sheet of spider’s webbing. And the noises that he heard in the dark. He wondered if Alyosha’s tale of monsters could be the ranting of a drug crazed vagrant, or a warning that they were all risking their lives to ignore.Yuri awoke to the sounds of loud, high pitched squawking and screeching filling the air. As he opened his groggy eyes he became alert as he was shocked by a painful impact striking his right arm. Yuri‘s body jerked. His eyes were now wide open. Holy crap. I’m still in the car, was his panicking thought. He grew tired standing guard in the chilly night and sat down in the car to rest for a moment and gain some warmth. He could not remember when he fell asleep, but the moment lasted until daybreak. Now he was being kicked awake by an angry Ivan while Boris was holding the car door open.“Ivanovitch! You were asleep!” Ivan shouted as he kicked at Yuri’s right leg. “Asleep on guard duty! You‘re useless!”Yuri jumped out of the car. Clutching his gun against his chest he stood with his head lowered as he was admonished by Ivan. He could not argue against Ivan’s harsh words. Yuri had make a mistake that could have cost all their lives. A humble, “Sorry,” was the only word that he was able to utter.Ivan moved a foot away from Yuri’s face. “You’re sorry? Is that it? Sorry is worth a hell of a lot after some looters slit all our throats while you were sleeping!” he spat out in a loud rage over the squawking sounds in the air. He turned and walked to the back of the car. “I’ll deal with you later. Right now I want to see if our guest is ready to talk. Bring him out.”Yuri walked to the back of the car. Alexi, who was awakened by Ivan’s yelling, got out of the car. With machine gun in hand he joined Yuri as he opened the trunk. While Alyosha struggled to climb out of the trunk Yuri’s attention was caught by the commotion that was taking place in the air above his head. It was the screeching and squawking of birds. Lots of birds. Yuri turned around and looked up at three large trees that were standing across the street in front of a house. As well as the large group of trees on the opposite side of the street. He could see flocks of black birds flying back and forth among the swaying branches. In the background, past the thick tree trunks he could see the orange glow of the sunrise.“What the hell’s going on up there?” Yuri asked Alexi.Alexi looked up to the trees. “Looks like crows. They’re worked up about something.”“They’re certainly noisy as hell,” replied Yuri. But he had no time to dwell on them now.Alyosha rose to his feet while his hands were restrained behind his back. He looked about in a confused state and blinked his eyes. “Where are we?”Ivan stepped towards Alyosha while keeping the gun aimed at him. “Where the hell do you think we are? We’re still in Prypiat.”Alyosha’s eyes were now wide. His mouth gaped open. He looked up to the sky. Then back at Ivan. “Prypiat? No. We can’t still be here. We have to leave. Please. we have to get out of here.”Ivan thrust his foot into Alyosha’s lower abdomen, forcing Alyosha to stagger back and fall. “Oh, we’ll leave, alright. Right after you tell me about your terrorist looter friends and what they did to the guard detail that was here.”Yuri’s attention was again distracted by the swarms of crows that were flying about the trees. Looking past the trees again he noticed that the sun was rising higher.Alyosha coughed. With difficulty he struggled to his knees. Ivan continued his interrogation. “Your friends. How many are they? Where are they? What did they do to the guards and two Americans that were here? It will a lot easier for you if you tell us.”Grunting in pain Alyosha rose back to his feet. “I don’t know what the hell you’re talking about, you fool. The sun’s coming up. We have to get out of here.”“Are you still holding on to this nonsense about monsters in the woods?” Ivan shouted.Alyosha staggered towards Ivan. “You jackass. There are no monsters in the woods.”“Then you admit that you’re lying?” Ivan bellowed. he swung the but of his machine gun across Alyosha’s forehead. Alyosha fell onto his back once more.Yuri looked up higher at one of the huge trees. All the way up to it’s top. There he noticed an array of long sharp rods protruding out like a bouquet of spears. Standing out from these spears were two long, black appendages. They were like long antenna with large feather-like objects at their ends.Gritting his teeth in pain Alyosha struggled back to his feet. A stream of blood from a fresh cut ran down from his forehead and across his face. He shouted back at Ivan, “You idiot! You don’t understand! The woods aren’t full of monsters!”Yuri watched as a huge flock of crows rose into the air like a black cloud and flew from the area.“The woods are the monsters!”Yuri watched as the branches of the trees began to sway left and right with an increasing force. But there was no wind to produce these movements. The crow’s squawking was replaced by the loud crack of bending wood. Looking up to the tree tops he saw the long antenna on the trees begin to wave back and forth. Then they bent down towards Yuri and the other men.Yuri felt vibrations at his feet. The ground began to shake. Then he was shocked as he watched the trees lift themselves up from the ground by long, thick roots with joints bending as they moved in a slow spider-like fashion. Making a loud thud with each step as they advanced towards Yuri and the other men. This explains why the ground near the trees was torn up. And those depressions, Yuri thought. Long tendrils began to uncoil from around their branches as they swung back and forth.Yuri was frozen with fear, as were Alexi, Boris, and Ivan. As the three large trees were stomping forward several smaller trees moved from behind them. Their sizes ranging from six to twelve feet tall. All of them walking while their waving antenna pointed towards the men.A tree leading the group, towering twenty feet in height, approached a rusting car parked at the side of the road. The tree swung one of it’s long, lower branches at the car. The tendrils on the branch wrapped themselves around the car and lifted it off the ground in a single swipe. As the branch hoist the car into the air it’s tendrils tightened themselves around the vehicle’s rusted body and crushed it with a swift effort.As the tree’s branch raised into the air, Yuri and the others were treated to the disturbing sight of what was hidden beneath those bed sheet sized leaves. Dozens of skeletons and carcasses that were entwined by the tendrils and covered by the same sheets of brown webbing that shrouded the skeleton that Yuri found in between the two houses. This explains the crows, Yuri thought. They were picking at the carcasses. Many of the carcasses were of deer and bears. And Yuri saw two Human bodies up there as well. Both wearing black police uniforms. And now these strange trees were marching forward to add Yuri and the other men to their collections.Alyosha began to panic. “You fools! I tried to warn you, but you wouldn’t listen! Now it’s too late! We’re all going to die!”Alyosha tried to run down the road leading out of town. The best that he could manage to do was to drag his bandaged right leg along as he moved. Two stomping trees on both sides of the road moved in to converge and block his path. One tree swung a branch down at the screaming Alyosha. Dozens of serpentine tendrils wrapped themselves around his body and scooped him off his feet. Tendrils tightened around his neck with a constriction that caused his head to twist around twice.Now panic began to spread among the four men. Boris and Ivan opened fire on the advancing trees. Yuri and Alexi turned to their left and right and saw trees approaching from both sides. They both opened fire with rapid bursts of bullets that caused a few of the smaller trees to stagger back, but failed to slow the stride of the larger ones.“Let’s get the hell out of here!” Alexi shouted. He bolted for Ivan’s car. Pulling the door open and jumping into the drivers seat. Yuri continued shooting over the car at the advancing trees while Alexi clawed his fingers at the steering column. “Keys! Keys! Where the hell are the keys?”Ivan and Boris moved back as the trees drew closer. Yuri watched the trees approach the car. He yelled a warning. “Alexi, get the hell out of there!”One large tree was close enough to the car where it was able to thrust a pointed branch down at the windshield. The branch penetrated the glass and Alexi in the process. The tree withdrew it’s branch, pulling Alexi’s impaled body through the broken windshield. It lifted Alexi into the air while a several of it’s tendrils wrapped themselves around his unmoving corpse.Yuri stopped firing at the tree for fear of hitting Alexi. But he soon realized that his friend was dead. And that the tree wanted him next. He turned left. Further down the road into the town he saw no trees. He turned and ran just as two trees lifted up both police cars with their tendril ridden branches and crushed them into useless hulks.Ivan and Boris were right behind Yuri as he ran down the road. Yuri listened to the constant heavy thud sounds of the pursuing trees. Yuri now saw that he was wrong about the road being safe. Several yards up ahead he saw more trees approaching from roads at the left and right. Alyosha was right. These monsters really do have us surrounded. he thought.Yuri ran for a house at his left. He was about to head for it’s open doorway when he saw three, ten foot tall trees marching in from the side of the house. Their pointed branches thrusting out towards him. Leading the way Yuri ran further down the road. At his right he passed a house that had two large trees plowing into it from behind. Swinging their long branches and ripping away large sections of it‘s roof. With Ivan and Boris still behind him Yuri passed a grey brick building with the darkened bronze sign above it’s door that read, Post Office. Yuri headed for the door and pulled on it’s metal handle. Locked! he spied the tall red brick building next to it. It looked like an apartment building. He saw an open door.The three men charged through the door. They headed up a flight of stairs that took them to a long, dark corridor. At the end of the corridor several feet away a beam of sunlight was shining through a window. A long row of constant dripping water from the ceiling rained down on the soggy, warped floorboards. At the left and right of the corridor were the dark doors to different apartments.Yuri ran up to the first door on the right. Locked! he told himself as he grabbed the doorknob and pushed on the door. He stormed down the corridor to the next door at the right. This one was also locked. He ran to the third door and was tempted to burst out in a fit of triumphant laughter as it opened.They entered a small living room that was inundated with a strong odor of mildew. Sunlight came in through a large, dirty window at the other side of the room. Their feet squished against a brown carpeting that was soaking wet from four separate steady drips that came from large holes in the ceiling where the plaster had fallen. The four walls were discolored by a covering of black mold. Sitting against the right wall was a small sofa that was also covered with mold. On the floor in front of the sofa was a small pile of discarded clothes that were soaking wet. Near the pile of clothes were two overturned wooden chairs. Fragments of fallen plaster from the ceiling were littering the floor. In the middle of the left wall was an open doorway to another room.The sounds of Yuri, Ivan, and Boris’ heavy breathing joined the noise of the dripping water in the room. From beyond the window the loud thuds of the mobile trees could be heard. As well as several booms and the crack of breaking lumber. Sounds like they’re tearing through the houses to find us, Yuri told himself.Ivan inhaled twice to catch his breath. “Trees,” he gasped. “We’re running from frigging trees.”“Trees don’t chase you down and try to strangle you,” said Boris.Yuri breathed deep and exhaled. “Looks like Alyosha was right. Too bad we didn’t listen to him. What do we do now?”“You’re asking me?” said Ivan. Taking a quick breath. “You brought us here. Don’t you have a plan?”“No. I just ran to escape. This brick building might hold up against them better than those rotting houses out there.”“Then we’re trapped,” Ivan snapped at Yuri. Punching the door in anger. “How long do you think it will take for them to have this place surrounded?”“We wouldn’t be trapped here if you had have listened to Alyosha like I said.”“Like you said?” Ivan shrieked out. “Are you forgetting who’s in charge here, you stupid Cossack.”“What did you say? Boy.” asked Yuri. Holding up a fist.“Who the hell are you calling boy? I’m your Sergeant,” said Ivan. Stepping forward to shove Yuri back.“Knock it off you two!” shouted Boris.Yuri ignored Boris and retaliated by giving Ivan a strong shove that slammed him back against the door. Ivan let out an enraged scream and lunged at Yuri. Thrown off balance, with Ivan on top of him, Yuri fell back on one of the chairs and shattered it. Grunting and hurling curses, the two men wrestled across the soggy carpet. Both men dropping their weapons among the wet clothes.“Stop it, you idiots!” Boris yelled at them. “The fight’s outside! Stop it!”Then a long tree branch burst through the window. Glass fragments showering Yuri and Ivan. The sharp point of the branch stabbing forward to reach any victim while several of it’s tendrils were lashing out across the room. Yuri screamed at the appendage reaching over him. He released Ivan and rolled over to the left. Seeing his gun on the floor he reached over to grab it. Ivan grabbed his gun and crawled over to the right near the sofa. They both opened fire, as did Boris. The rapid fire of bullets chipped multiple fragments of wood away from the branch. A bright green liquid shot out and spattered against the walls. Then a six foot section of the branch broke off and dropped to the floor. The remaining part withdrew from the window. The three men stopped shooting at the plant thing on the floor. Faint clicks came from their weapons.“I’m out!” Yuri cried. He began to breathe heavy again. His body shaking.“Me too,” said Ivan.Boris stood before the section of branch on the floor. It twitched, but it’s tendrils were still. At the left and right of the branch were several long, thin stakes ending in sharp points. The three men watched as these stakes grew even longer and began to sprout leaves. Still pointing his gun, Boris stepped closer.“Is it dead?” Yuri cried out.“Dead? It’s just a branch,” said Boris.The branch raised up. One of it’s long, pointed stakes reached out and stabbed into Boris foot. Penetrating his right shoe. Boris reared his head back and spat out a scream in pain. The stake pulled out from Boris’ shoe and began to stab deep into his lower right leg. Then stabbing up to his thigh with rapid thrusts. The tendrils now came to life and wrapped themselves around Boris body. Using it’s lower stakes like legs the branch reared up. Three of it’s upper stakes stabbed into Boris’ mouth and eyes. Tendrils wrapped themselves in a tight embrace around his head.Getting the hell out of here! was the thought that exploded from Yuri’s mind. He dropped his empty machine gun and bolted for the door, with Ivan right behind him. Yuri’s only thought now was to escape the building, so he ran back to the stairs. But then he stopped as he heard a thumping noise coming from up ahead. Yuri and Ivan both looked on in horror as the waving antenna of a tree ascending the stairs. Then the tree itself reached the top. It stood six feet tall. Propelling itself forward on a clumsy tripod of long roots. At it’s left side was a Human skeleton wrapped in a cocoon of webbing and tendrils. On it’s right side were three long, pointed branches bearing clusters of large leaves. With it’s antenna waving forward the tree quickened it pace towards Yuri and Ivan. Both men turned and ran back down the corridor. They passed the room that they were in and went to a door on the left. Yuri was grateful that this door opened. After he and Ivan barged into the small living room he slammed the door shut. This room also had the same brown carpeting. It was also soaking wet. In the middle of the room was a large pile of fallen plaster from the gaping hole in the ceiling where a steady stream of water was running. All the furnishings were gone. The smeary window at the other side of the room was still intact. There was a doorway to another room on the right. There were also the sounds of glass shattering. The thump and crack sounds of lumber breaking.“I don’t want to know what’s going on back there,” said Yuri as he leaned against the door next to Ivan.“These things are like mad dogs,” Ivan gasped. “I’ve got to get out of here.”“You have to get out?”Ivan corrected himself. “Ok. Bad choice of words. We have to get out.”There was a loud thump at the door. Then two more thumps. The tree outside was trying to get in.Ivan continued. “Look. I don’t like you. You don’t like me. But the only way we’re both going to get out of here is to work together.”“Can’t argue with that,” Yuri’s reply as more thumps came against the door.Ivan held out his hand. “Then shake on it. We work together.”The point of the tree’s branch penetrated the flimsy wood of the door.“This isn’t the best time for male bonding right now,” Yuri warned.“We need a way out,” said Ivan.Yuri looked around the rooms moldy walls. He charged to the left wall and gave it a strong kick with his foot. He put a large hole in the plaster. Soviet era construction and age would provide them with a makeshift escape route.Still braced against the door Ivan ducked down as the branch stabbed through it again. Making the hole bigger. “We need a way out of here.”“Working on it,” Yuri said. His foot made repeated thrusts onto the wall, kicking through the aged plaster and thin wooden planks with ease. With each kick the hole grew larger until it was wide enough for he and Ivan to pass through. “Let’s go,” he cried.Ivan bolted away from the door while the tree kept stabbing through the hole. He joined Yuri as they ducked down and passed through the hole and into an empty room in the next apartment. Yuri headed for the apartment door and out into the corridor. The tree was still attacking the door to the other apartment. looking past this monster Yuri saw three other trees heading down the corridor to join it.Yuri and Ivan both ran down the corridor towards the window. At the left there was an open doorway and stairs. Charging up the stairs Yuri and Ivan went through a door and found themselves on the roof of the building.“This isn’t getting any better,” was Yuri’s comment as he looked around. Several large trees were closing in to surround the building. Then he looked straight ahead. It appeared that this building and the one next to it were close. Close enough for them to leap from rooftop to rooftop. Yuri pointed forward. “The next roof. Let’s jump for it.”A sudden powerful impact shook the entire building. Yuri and Ivan were thrown off their feet. Then the huge form of a tree burst through the roof while a swarm of tendrils whipped out from the doorway and grabbed Ivan by his legs. Ivan screamed as the tendrils tightened their grip and began to drag him back down the stairs.“Yuri! Help me! Help me!”Yuri rose to his feet. He reached out to Ivan, then looked back at the next building. He pulled his hand back. And stepped back as well.“Yuri! Help me, you son of a bitch!”Yuri turned and began to run. The screaming Ivan was pulled back down the stairs.“Yuri! Come back! Yuri!”Sorry, kid, was Yuri’s thought. He ran for the edge of the building. Gaining momentum to jump. Yuri reached the edge of the roof and took a strong leap. As he was in mid air a large tree sprang up. Swinging up one of it’s branches and catching Yuri in it’s tendrils. Yuri cried out in pain as he felt the strength of the tendrils constricting around his legs and waist with a grip of steel. The tendrils squeezed tighter. Pulling him close to the branch. He felt his legs breaking.Now pressed against the tree and flanked by it’s huge leaves Yuri looked at his companions here. To his left was the body of Alyosha. His head leaning to one side while his lifeless eyes stared forward. To his right was the desiccated body of a black uniformed policeman. Both corpses were wrapped in the strange web material. Thin streams of the honey smelling sap now oozed out from the tree branch and began to cover Yuri. Now he began to understand what the web-like material was. It was dried sap from the tree. And at this point Yuri began to theorize that the sap was in fact digestive fluid. Yuri would soon find out as he would become the latest victim of the dark secret of the ghost city of Prypiat.
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Afro-Futuristic Vision #33 - Say Goodbye to Miss Laura – Django Unchained

Why do I always do things after all the hoopla and hype has everyone plugged in when they should be giving all their energy to early day physical exercises and spiritual work. I don’t know. Could be that when anyone jumps on a trend I look to go the opposite direction.

DJANGO UNCHAINED – SHANGO UNCHAINED

Quentin Tarratino’s film style has always been interesting to me, a homage to the old 42nd Street Movie theatres that showed 3-4 Kung-Fu Features and Street Vigilante Flicks while thick billowy clouds of Marijuana entered the lungs of the old and young. Who can say, if most attendees actually enjoyed these flicks or were just zoning in another world.

Quentin always had an interesting way of casting unsuspecting individuals who eventually take the lead in the course of the movie. Django was no different.

You can tell that he would eventually go the Western route since his cameo appearance in Sukiyaki Western Django, which was directed by Takashi Miike. Quentin played Piringo who ‘edifies a group of bandits about an old rivalry between two bitter Japanese clans, before dispatching the bandits in a brief, but violent shootout.’ http://www.metacafe.com/watch/mv-nvyQc/sukiyaki_western_django_piringos_story/

My review of Django will be based solely on my perspective as an Afro-Futurist (who is somewhat reclusive) and views the world from a dynamic of Tao and Nubian principles of energy progression. Keeping in mind, that Tarratino can only produce films from his own point of view on life and cannot be held responsible to give a full accurate perspective of our world. Although, I thought Django was very close to my AF standards.
While a majority of movie-goers were outraged with the racial slurs and epithets within the movie, there was not a surge of abandoning any form of current activity which may reflect what Europeans have labeled as slavery. Folks still went to Whole-Foods, Mickey D’s, Duane Reade, called themselves Vegan or Vegetarian, used I-Phones, voted, downloaded on Kindle, watched YouTube and more importantly watch the modern form of Mandigo Fighting (Football, Basketball and so forth). There was no dramatic drop in sports gambling, purchase of merchandise/ paraphernalia and tailgate parties.

No one abandoned the American Way of Life over the 100x Nigger was called out in Django, which would have been a bigger testament to opposing the use of the word. Nor was there a sudden increase in sales and downloads of Spike Lee’s Movies since he was the one that really bought it to our attention.

But hey, External Science is a helluva drug….

Now we got that out the way, Django…

Opening images of men in bondage walking on a chain-gang through all manner of weather. Powerful image. Since most of the world is genetically mixing in with each other physically and language-wise. We are currently in an age where that time in the Life-Story of Europeans and respectively Afrikans/Nubians, has been wiped out with elections and over-the-top episodes of Family Guy. But for me, the image of Django and the men walking in bondage, caused me to recognize that we never went through Slavery. At least not according to our own words. We were and still are used to refine mental and physical commodities by a group of individuals whose spiritual maturity is lacking. And somewhere along the line we believed and adapted the word, slavery, that was used by these individuals to describe our experience. SLAVERY IS THEIR TERMINOLOGY.

I don’t know how you watch a film, but I always watch a film as it relates to me as DjaDja, my culture and my place in this universe. I do not look for politics, economics, pop-culture or any of the other things that fill this Life-Bubble with random expressions of bottled repressed energy.

At this point, watching the film became an experience of my senses and AF reasoning plugged into the experience of Django. Most of the dialogue at this point was at a minimum and when we did here a voice, it was from one of the ‘slavers’, and his energy immediately opened the theme for others characters who shared his views…that energy being ignorance. It allowed us to see into the mentality of those certain people at that time period. At this point, it would appear that the men in captivity were surrounded by alien beings who knew little to nothing about the spirit of the land around them and less about the function of language and its overall energy. With the exception of Dr. Schultz, every time a European in this movie spoke, it came from the space of a very warlike energy; regardless if the manner of speech was with eloquent words and mannerism.

When Django was given the opportunity for mercenary work, he accepted as a way out of his current plight. Mercenary work is an age-old career, however, it may have been under different names dependant on the culture, the underlying energy of it is still the same. Django’s ‘freedom’ was accomplished by barter and trade hastened by the blood splattering of horse and man alike.Django tosses off the clothes of what the Europeans called Slavery; almost naked true to his essence for a split second. The most real and connected a man can be. Once the paperwork was accomplished, Django took the clothes of one of the men who held him in bondage since that man’s contract with this world was rapidly expired by Dr. Shultz’ gun. Taking of the clothes can be seen as taking on the identity in rouse while remaining true to oneself. It you noticed, the wind special-effect chimed in when Django removed his rags, the wind representing Shango…this was the time of Django’s transformation within the night-air, receiving Shango.

Throughout the movie, all 2 hours and 45 minutes of it, we are given over to unsanitary conditions, not so much in dealing with the Nubians in bondage, but more so within the world of Europeans living in this area of the world. Although dressed with frou frou material possessions, we get an undercurrent feeling of stench and uncleanliness.

I will not speak for others, nor force my opinions on them, but for me, clearly two worlds were running parallel, one of European Slavery Concept and the other of Django view of being thrust into a world of treachery, greed and lust. Too often, a film is based on the views of a Euro-centric nature when dealing with African-Americans (Afrikan/Nubian Descendents/Ascendents) storylines, although this was no exception…it was. In my opinion, saying that we were slaves is taking on the European view to explain our condition, rather than just using the Euro-Verb ‘Enslavement’ the actual action and not the word ‘Slave’ which is the identity.

As things progressed, it was apparent that the true savages were those who used the word Nigger like a second breath, or maybe that was the point…to be like the Nigger they could never be…

It is interesting that even German, Dr. King Schultz, was offended by his slack-jawed country backward cousins. Possibly his role represents the Europeans looking to remove themselves from that mentality or maybe they are just playing along…

I can go on and on about all the metaphysical symbolism and the cast of spells throughout the film but I won’t...

I will however, point out the areas that were of particular interest to me.

Clothing – Django’s clothing constantly evolved through the course of film. From rags to the powder blue satin colonial Mason suit to the rugged western land baron suit. Not only did the material change but it also reflected his attitude. While remaining true to his mission and his essence, the uniform changed in order to infiltrate and be taken seriously (in the context of how one expresses oneself for clarity as well as maintaining one’s camouflage—not for the purpose of changing someone’s mind so that they will respect you). At the end, his attire was well-managed and orderly, this reflected his ability to master the language of the people in this land as well as their mannerisms and customs...still remaining true to himself.
Finally at the end of the film, we see Django dressed in the colors of Shango and his mannerism enhanced by the spirit that dwells within him. “I didn’t know Burgundy was my color.”

Whipping – By far, the whipping scene was so realistic to me.DU-AC-000119.JPG If you are going to submit your torturer to the same hostility he imposed on you and there is no one with a sutra or Buddha chant around…by all means…make sure to put your whole body into it and get out all your frustration…purify your liver and toss the whip like a mic at the end of it. Make sure to spread your fingers  of your free hand for balance and supreme cocking mechanism. Do not think of Indy at all. Do it right next to the tree that your brethren were whipped on and change the course of energy for that area. This scene reminded me of the Nasuwt (Ruler) Narmer from Kemet (Egypt) when he took the heads of the Hyksos/Haribus. Also, the scene seemed to symbolize the taking back of sacred teachings that’s been coveted by certain groups…the reclaiming of self from self. Dressed in a colonial suit and whipping on the colonizer shows a role reversal. One can only be a servant by giving yourself over. Towards the end of this scene we clearly see the Ka position (which is the position of the spiritual self and the utilization of space for creativity) held by Django when he and Dr. Shultz hold their hands up. This happens once more towards the end when Django gives up and throws off his coat (once again the wind special effect follows in; showing the exit of Shango’s spirit) then places his hands in the Ka position. Although it can be seen as surrender, actually it was Django manipulating the space and shedding a role of Shango in order to throw off his enemies. Now that they seen no threat because of the absence of Shango they lowered their guards.

StoryTime – In the scene where Dr. Shultz explains the explaination of Broomhilde’s name, we see Django sitting holding his knees listening and curious about the tale the way a child would be. This same position is down throughout the world during storyteller time and is also a meditative posture to enter the unconscious.OLYMPUS DIGITAL CAMERA This was another way for Django to build the energy within himself to commit to his mission. Another way to bring forth the Shango essence as well Heru consciousness.

It takes place again when Django sat in the akimbo posture and explained to his transporters from Le Quint about a bounty they could partake in exchange for his freedom. He uses the gift of speech to lull them into lowering their guard. Then they ‘cut-him-loose’ (Django Unchained). And gave him a firearm…iron. Once that happened, Shango (related to metal weaponry) was re-kindled and it was on. Bringing thundering sound from the pistols and explosive Dynamite, Django appears from out a clouddc%20DC%20Comics%20Shango of smoke, cleans himself with water (a conduit to the spirit world) and is about his way. At the appearance of Metal…Django became Shango.

Visions of BroohHilde as Orishas – Throughout the film, Broomhilde appears as a many different Orishas before Django got to her. One time between within the woods as Oshun dressed in all Yellow. And another time as Yemaya (Orisha of Sea and Rivers) django-unchained_kerry-washington djangokerrywashington    when Django was bathing, this was another initiation into the spirit world and preparation for battle.

More importantly, this is one of the only movies where a Nubian couple were re-united and supported one another. Where a Nubian Man held a woman in his arms. This was a film about remembering our internal technology and how that ability works with the unification of man and woman. They destroyed the house that symbolized control and left out the Pylons never to return. Pylon or gateways in front of buildings hold the program of the residence. 

Django proceeded to draw a new sphere of life with his horse and then walked slowly out its shell, symbolizing new life…it you see it this way…otherwise…this was a period slavery film to those that accept slavery is the correct way to explain that condition.

“NOW ALL YOU BLACK FOLKS, I SUGGEST THAT YOU GET AWAY FROM ALL THESE WHITE FOLKS.”

Meaning move back into your own perspective of thought.

“BYE MISS LAURA.”

Say GoodBye to your trained way of thinking which breeds the imaginary view of dichotomy.

And as we know from Dr. Shultz…Bye is Bye….not see you later….

Return to Internal Technology….

Rise in Excellence,

DjaDja N Medjay

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Rex in Effect...



With working organs and a realistic face, the world’s most high-tech humanoid made his debut in London yesterday and will be a one-man show at the city’s London Science Museum starting tomorrow.

The robot goes by Rex (short for robotic exoskeleton) or Million-Dollar Man (because that’s how much it cost to build him). Rex looks somewhat lifelike in that he has prosthetic hands, feet and a face modeled after a real man. That man is Swiss social psychologist Bertolt Meyer, who himself has a prosthetic hand. Such technology is now becoming more widely available to the general public.

But where Rex really breaks new ground is his suite of working organs. The team of roboticists, called Shadow, that created Rex incorporated various individual body parts built in labs all over the globe. He acts as a sort of showcase to demonstrate the human organs that are currently being built in the lab and what they can do.

Rex has a heart that beats with the help of a battery, and eyes that actually kind of see: Rex’s glasses send images to a microchip is his retina, which in turn sends electrical pulses to the brain, forming shapes and patterns. But the roboticists didn’t even try to tackle the complexity of the human brain this time.

Rex’s fist-sized dialysis unit works like a real kidney, and his mock spleen can filter infections from his “blood.” This filtering function could eventually be extremely helpful in a human, but Rex’s mock-circulatory system pumps a synthetic blood that is immune to infection.

Rex’s creators say he is the most complete bionic man to date.

Discovery Magazine: Bionic Man Has Fully Functional Mechanical Organs

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Women and STEM...


Sixty-five African-American middle-school girls from the Dallas Independent School District will visit the UT Dallas campus this Saturday to walk on a liquid and solve a “whodunit” using fingerprint analysis.


The activities are part of a STEM academy called “Passport to STEM,” a half-day workshop aimed at fostering girls’ interests in science, engineering, technology and math (STEM).

Held at UT Dallas and sponsored by the Dallas Chapter of The Links Inc., the STEM academy session includes an experiment using a mixture of cornstarch and water, which forms a so-called “non-Newtonian” fluid. It pours like a liquid, but behaves like a solid when force acts upon it, such as stepping on it. The girls also will meet with professional women in STEM-related careers, as well as network with female graduate students who are pursuing STEM degrees.

“This is a great opportunity for these girls to gain exposure to both academic and professional opportunities in STEM fields,” said Felecia Pittman, professional development associate with UT Dallas’ Center for STEM Education and Research. The center is partnering with The Links and coordinating the curriculum for the event.

“We hope that the girls will develop connections with some of our female students who could serve as mentors or role models,” she said.

Photo: A STEM academy session allows girls to meet with professional women in STEM-related careers, as well as female graduate students who are pursuing STEM degrees.

UT Dallas: Middle-School Girls to Get Taste of Science at STEM Academy

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Eyes On The Stars...


Courtesy: Essence

Ronald E. McNair was born October 21, 1950, in Lake City, South Carolina. Died January 28, 1986. Survived by wife Cheryl, & two children. Was 5th degree black belt Karate instructor & performing jazz saxophonist. Enjoyed running, boxing, football, playing cards, & cooking.



Ronald E. McNair graduated from Carver High School, Lake City, South Carolina, in 1967; received BS in Physics from North Carolina A&T State University in 1971 and Ph.D. in Physics from Massachusetts Institute of Technology in 1976; received honorary doctorate of Laws from NC A&T State University in 1978, an honorary doctorate of Science from Morris College in 1980, & an honorary doctorate of science from the University of South Carolina in 1984.



SPECIAL HONORS:

Graduated magna cum laude from North Carolina A&T (‘71) - named Presidential Scholar (‘67-’71), Ford Foundation Fellow (‘71-’74), National Fellowship Fund Fellow (‘74-’75), NATO Fellow (‘75) - winner of Omega Psi Phi Scholar of Year Award (‘75), Los Angeles Public School System’s Service Commendation (‘79), Distinguished Alumni Award (‘79), National Society of Black Professional Engineers Distinguished National Scientist Award (‘79), Friend of Freedom Award (‘81), Who’s Who Among Black Americans (‘80), an AAU Karate Gold Medal (‘76), 5 Regional Blackbelt Karate Championships.

About: Ronald E. McNair, PhD

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TEST DRIVE THE MOST POWERFUL POPULATION PLUGIN FOR 3DS MAX, MAYA AND CINEMA4D

January 30, 2013. Beaverton, Oregon: e-on software, the leader in Digital Nature technologies, today announced the immediate availability of the Carbon Scatter 2 trial version for Autodesk 3ds Max and Maya, and Maxon Cinema4D.

Derived from e-on software's acclaimed EcoSystem™ technology, Carbon Scatter 2 is the easiest and most straightforward solution for creating complex and detailed populations using the native instancing technologies of the host application.

"Carbon Scatter 2 is perfect, it has all the tools to build a complete scene quickly. I considered several other products prior to choosing Carbon Scatter, but Carbon Scatter gave me the best library of quickly renderable plants. I love this product!", said Roger Barnes.

New features in Carbon Scatter 2 include:

  • Over 100 3D plant species (with variations!) and 130+ billboard trees included
  • Populate millions of instances per second!
  • Interactive population - change a setting and Carbon Scatter repopulates in a blink
  • Populate at 360° around objects
  • Use the powerful EcoPainter brush to paint-in instances directly with your mouse
  • Edit or create your own plant species with the optional Carbon Botanica module
  • Compatible with native previewing options (Nitrous, point-cloud, etc)
  • Scattering inside/along curves
  • Stacked instances (e.g. to create piles of rubble)
  • Use animated populations with full phasing control

Industry Recognition

In less than a month, Carbon Scatter 2 has already received a tremendous amount of positive feedback from the industry:

"Carbon Scatter 2 does what it says and it does it very well!" Darren Capner

"I am very happy with Carbon Scatter 2. Absolutely amazing software!", M.J. van Soldt

"Carbon Scatter 2 takes what seems to be a complex task, and makes it simple. The Carbon Botanica extension is a no-brainer, worth every cent!", Paul Crumrine

"I really love Carbon Scatter and often use it for my productions. The new features like 360° population, the lean out feature on low density or the edge of population, or Eco-stacking are really nice additions, and the result looks natural." Christoph Schindelar

"It's great to find the Vue EcoSystem™ technology inside the host application. I really feel "at-home".", Laurent Rodriguez

Carbon Scatter 2 Trial Version

The Carbon Scatter Trial Version will install in all supported applications on the end user’s system and will allow the rendering of EcoSystem™ populations in all supported renderers.

The Trial Version is a fully functional version of Carbon Scatter 2, aside from the following limitations:

  • The Trial Version ships with a limited collection of plants and polygonal meshes.
  • The Trial Version is limited to rendering up to a total of 10000 instances (the display of instances in the viewport is not limited).
  • Saving scenes, network rendering and access to Carbon Botanica is disabled.

The Carbon Scatter 2 Trial Version cannot be used for commercial work. Once installed, the Trial Version will work for 30 days.

Supported Renderers

Rendering of the Carbon Scatter 2 scene elements is entirely done by the host application's renderer.

  • Carbon Scatter for 3ds Max works with MentalRay and V-Ray renderers.
  • Carbon Scatter for Maya works with MentalRay, and V-Ray renderers.
  • Carbon Scatter for Cinema4D works with the native renderer, and all other renderers that are compatible with Cinema4D instances*. Such renderers include VrayC4D, m4d (mental ray for Cinema4D) or Maxwell Render for instance.

The Carbon Scatter 2 Trial version is available as a free download from www.carbonscatter.com/download.

More information about Carbon Scatter can be found at www.carbonscatter.com.

*Disclaimer: e-on software cannot guarantee the smooth operation of Carbon Scatter 2 with the plethora of commercial renderers compatible with Cinema4D. E-on software recommends that users download the Carbon Scatter 2 Trial Version to test with their preferred renderer before placing their order.

About e-on software

E-on software is the leading developer of solutions for the creation, animation, rendering and integration of natural 3D environments (Vue, Ozone and Carbon Scatter), as well as real-time immersive visualization tools for Architecture (LumenRT). Offering a wide array of Digital Nature products and applications, e-on software provides solutions adapted to every project and budget. E-on software products are used worldwide by the film, television, architecture, game, science, educational and entertainment industries.

E-on software products were used in feature films such as as as "Hunger Games", "Hugo", "Tintin", "Super 8", "Thor", "Avatar", "Clash of the Titans", "Sucker Punch", "Despicable Me", "The Wolf Man", "2012", "Lovely Bones", "GI Joe – The Rise of the Cobra", "Land of the Lost", "Terminator 4, "The Curious Case of Benjamin Button", "Indiana Jones 4", "Monster Vs Aliens", "Australia", "The Spiderwick Chronicles", "KungFu Panda", "Pirates of the Caribbean 2" and TV series such as "Smallville", "Battlestar Gallactica", "Caprica", "Stargate Atlantis", "Stargate Continuum", and more. Read more on these stories in e-on software's Spotlights section: www.e-onsoftware.com/spotlight.

E-on software was founded on the premise that powerful graphics tools should never get in the way of the designer's creativity. By investing significant resources into research and development, e-on software is able to deliver cutting-edge, user friendly technologies that produce stunning Digital Nature scenery.

E-on software is based in Beaverton, Oregon with an European office in Paris, France.

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At 7 years old, Zora Ball has become the youngest person to create a mobile video game.

The app was unveiled at the University of Pennsylvania's Bootstrap Expo last month, the Philadelphia Tribune reports.

Ball developed the game using programming language Bootstrap, which is usually taught to students between the ages of 12 and 16, to help them learn concepts of algebra via video game development.

According to Mashable, Ball also successfully reconfigured the app when asked to do so at the Expo, silencing anyone who may have thought that her older brother -- a STEM scholar of the year -- helped her program the game.

Staff at Harambee Institute of Science and Technology, where Ball attends first grade and an after-school program, anticipate she'll do great things.

"I am proud of all my students," Tariq Al-Nasir, who heads the STEMnasium Learning Academy, told the Courier. "Their dedication to this program is phenomenal, and they come to class every Saturday, including holiday breaks."

Last year, the Huffington Post wrote about Kelvin Doe, a 13-year-old from Sierra Leone who created batteries and generators using materials he picked up around the house. Three years later, he became the youngest person to be invited to MIT's

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Dark Edge Fantasy

    

      

 Growing up on characters that represented high adventure
was a constant thing that inspired me as an artist and
gave me extreme satisfaction in a cool entertaining way.
 Now, with the prominence of Sword and Soul literature, I just
had to come up with a logo to connect my brand or
imprint of the genre, which I deeply love. Of course,
 I think of this as the official but unofficial logo for Sword 
and Soul, and definitely for all my titles that deal with sorcery
like my flagship heroine - Little Miss Strange or Kotas, the
Dragon who is featured in Immortal Fantasy, a pet project
that became my own version of Heavy Metal magazine.
 Upcoming heroes will carry this logo on the back of their books 
to let people know that Blakelyworks Studio is doing its
best to promote the growing genre of Sword and Soul.
After completing the assignment of Leopard's Moon-
Illustrated Tales of Sword and Soul, its only fitting
that this movement should be the next step for my
self-publishing ventures in all graphic forms that 
would fall under this premiere logo.  I hope that all will 
enjoy this upward endeavor and remember that a 
new shade of adventure awaits.    
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Timbuktu...



Because of Diola Bagayoko's (pictured left) expertise in educational theory and physics, his wife thought that he would be the perfect person to help undergraduates, especially African-Americans and other underrepresented minorities at Southern University in Baton Rouge, Louisiana, start their careers in science, technology, engineering, and mathematics (STEM).

Established in 1990 with funding from the National Science Foundation (NSF) and the Louisiana Board of Regents, the Timbuktu Academy is an award-winning mentoring program for underrepresented minorities in STEM fields. The program's pre-college to graduate curricula includes the Undergraduate Research Program (URP), which provides students with the educational support they need to succeed in graduate school. Bagayoko, a solid-state physicist and native of Mali, named the academy after the medieval Malian city of Timbuktu, which was renowned for its scholarship.

In the beginning, Timbuktu Academy provided mentoring only for physics undergraduates and a handful of pre-college students, but with the help of additional funding from the Department of the Navy and the Office of Naval Research (ONR), in 1993 the academy added chemistry and engineering majors and 100 to 200 pre-college students. To date, the academy's URP has sent 74 students -- 47 in physics -- to science and engineering graduate programs throughout the country, including the University of Michigan, Stanford, and Cal Tech. Moreover, 19 have earned M.S. degrees and 8 have earned Ph.D.s with many others nearing completion.

MySciNet: Timbuktu Academy: Mentoring Future Scientists
Site: Timbuktu Academy of Science and Technology


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Minkowski Multiuniverse...

Lecture from University of Oregon - "The Beginning of Time"

TECHNOLOGY REVIEW: Metamaterials are synthetic substances with nanoscale structures that manipulate light. This ability to steer photons makes them the enabling technology behind invisibility cloaks and has generated intense interest from researchers.

 

The ability to guide light has more profound consequences, however. Various theoreticians have pointed out that there is a formal mathematical analogy between the way certain metamaterials bend light and the way spacetime does the same thing in general relativity. In fact, it ought to be possible to make metamaterials that mimic the behaviour of not only our own spacetime but also many others that cosmologist merely dream about.

 

Indeed, a couple of years ago we looked at a suggestion by Igor Smolyaninov at the University of Maryland in College Park that it ought to be possible to use metamaterials to create a multiverse in which different regions of the material corresponded to universes with different properties.

 

Today, Smolyaninov and a couple of buddies announce the extraordinary news that they have done exactly this. They’ve created a metamaterial containing many “universes” that are mathematically analogous to our own, albeit in the three dimensions rather than four.

 

The experiment is relatively straightforward. Metamaterials are usually hard to engineer because they are based on nanoscale structures. However, Smolyaninov and pals have instead exploited the self-assembling nature of cobalt nanoparticles suspended in kerosene.

 

Cobalt is ferromagnetic so the nanoparticles tend to become aligned in a magnetic field. In fact, if the density of nanoparticles is high enough, the field causes them to line up in columns. When this happens, the nanocolumns form a metamaterial which is mathematically equivalent to a 2+1 Minkowski spacetime.

 

So light passing through behaves as if this region has one dimension of time, aligned with the nanocolumns, and two dimensions of space, perpendicular to the nanocolumns.

 

That creates a single Minkowski universe. The trick that Smolyaninov and pals have pulled off is to create a multiverse containing many Minkowski spacetimes.


Wolfram Mathworld: Minkowski Space
Physics arXiv:
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One Photon At A Time...

The single-photon detector is characterized by five convincing factors: 91% detection efficiency; direct integration on chip; counting rates on a Gigahertz scale; high timing resolution and negligible dark counting rates. Source: KIT/CFN.

Ultrafast, efficient, and reliable single-photon detectors are among the most sought-after components in photonics and quantum communication, which have not yet reached maturity for practical application. Physicist Dr. Wolfram Pernice of the Karlsruhe Institute of Technology (KIT), in cooperation with colleagues at Yale University, Boston University, and Moscow State Pedagogical University, achieved the decisive breakthrough by integrating single-photon detectors with nanophotonic chips. The detector combines near-unity detection efficiency with high timing resolution and has a very low error rate. The results have been published by Nature Communications (doi:10.1038/ncomms2307).

 



 


Without reliable detection of single photons, it is impossible to make real use of the latest advances in optical data transmission or quantum computation; it is like having no analog-digital converter in a conventional computer to determine whether the applied voltage stands for 0 or 1. Although a number of different single-photon detector models have been developed over the past few years, thus far, none have provided satisfactory performance. 

Several new ideas and advanced developments went into the prototype developed within the “Integrated Quantum Photonics” project at the DFG Center of Functional Nanostructures (CFN). The new single-photon detector, tested in the telecommunications wavelength range, achieves a previously unattained detection efficiency of 91%.

 

Karlsruhe Institute of Technology:
Quantum Communication: Each Photon Counts, Press Release

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Mr. Polite...



Polite Stewart, Jr. received his degree in physics Friday at the ripe old age of 18.

 

Stewart entered Southern four years ago to enormous fanfare. He was under a microscope as his classmates learned of the student on campus who was too young to get a driver’s license and actually too young to live on campus alone.

 

He had offers from colleges across the country. Who didn’t want a child prodigy on their campus? But, it would have been difficult for his parents to send him across the country at such a young age.

 

Instead, he enrolled at Southern where he was familiar with the campus, where he had taken high school-level courses at the school’s famous Timbuktu Academy, and more importantly, he would only be a 10-minute drive from campus.

 

But with all of the local media tracing his first steps on campus, Stewart was an unwilling celebrity. He just wanted to get down to doing his schoolwork and getting to fit in with his classmates. “The attention I got died down pretty quickly,” he said.

 

He traces his love for academics to the dinosaur books his father bought him as a young child. Later, as a toddler, Stewart said he began watching scientific documentaries where his interest in herpetology, entomology and paleontology grew. “I was pretty much interested in all the sciences,” he said.

 

Now, barely an adult, Stewart has set his sights on a career in biological and physical engineering. He spent last summer doing research at North Carolina State University, where he worked on developing self-cleaning, anti-glare glass coated with anti-reflective material and designed to repel oils and water.

 

After continuing his research in a post-grad program next summer, Stewart said he will start graduate school at one of a number of colleges that have shown interest.

 

His mother, Ava Stewart, isn’t surprised by her son’s success.

 

“His father and I could tell early on that he wanted information. There was an intensity in his focus. He started reading when he was three,” she said.

 

Southern University: Polite Stewart, Jr. to receive physics degree at 18 years old

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Leopard's Moon Has Arisen

Across a wide terrain of both era, genre and just out and out adventure, comes these stories of heroines and villains, bold swordsmen, and horrors of the Dark Realms.  The Leopard's Moon anthology is ripe with these juicy bits of derring do, determination, and being deadly to the last fatal drop! Arisen on Amazon.com, CreateSpace ebooks, and Tah Dah! Over the peaks of the Kindle range!

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Excerpt from my novel Subject 82-42!!

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The day of battle arrived like a storm everyone knew was coming but could not avoid. Annan and his Squad mates climbed into their ITSVs, powered up systems as they had been trained, and joined over 375 other ITSVs that were waiting in a part of the vessel called Launch Bay.
Nestled in the firm embrace of his cockpit chair, Annan stared out of his window, taking in the wall-to-wall grayness of the Launch Bay. He tried to empty his head of any and everything not related to the upcoming combat. Nervousness clawed at him as it always did before a battle. But this time, his trepidation was amplified by a dread-filled sense of the unknown. Annan tried to shake off the feeling.
The floor beneath the machines retracted swiftly, and with heart-stopping suddenness, the ITSVs were yanked out into a black void.
Annan’s first reaction, had he been allowed to give in to it, was panic. Being in this perpetual vastness called space should have paralyzed him with terror. Indeed, as he dropped toward the planet below, a fright like none he had ever before felt smothered him in a cruel grip. He shouldn’t have been able to function, yet while he quailed internally, outwardly, his body remained calm.
He sat composed and focused while his piloting computer guided his vehicle’s descent. Suddenly, the blackness of space blended into the swirling whites of cloud cover. The sprawling surface rushed at him with breakneck fury, air friction shaking his craft, wrapping the forward section in a thermal blanket. He should have been pissing in the one-piece garment he wore. Instead, a crucial part of him remained strangely tranquil.
It must have been the liquid the Gray Armor healer squirted into his arm. The healer said the liquid would help humans keep their wits in the tumult of battle.
An expanding ball of light and smoke consumed the ITSV flying in front of Annan. A second craft to his left fragmented to superheated splinters when a shaft of brilliance pierced it like a sword thrusting through flesh. The sky blazed with those blinding shafts. The liquid was obviously working. Otherwise, Annan and the other humans would have been unable to cope with the frenetic pace of this type of warfare.
Large, diamond-shaped craft brushed past the ITSVs, scarlet iridescence flickering from their top and bottom mounted ejectors. Wherever those beams struck, enemy defensive positions went up in shrouds of fire. The preponderance of ground-to-air flak lessened as the Conglomerate fighters cleared the way for ITSVs to land.
When Annan’s vehicle set down on a soft grassy plain, the computer granted him manual control. ITSVs dropped around him, until all except the two destroyed in flight were present and accounted for. Annan surveyed the plain, noting with fascination the gold coloring of the tall feather-fringed grass.
Low winds brushed the field and the swaying of the grass presented the illusion of a golden ocean. The sky was amber, bright and clear…clearer than the crispest blue skies of home. The Asante commander would have taken a moment to digest his surroundings, acclimate himself to the fact that he was on another world. On a different occasion, he would have absorbed the sights and sounds of this strange and captivating milieu. Unfortunately, this wasn’t the occasion and Annan had to reconcile himself to the grim possibility that this tranquil valley might become his grave.
Annan’s front view screen scanned the distance for threats. A ridge rose twenty miles ahead. One second, the ridge was barren. The next, it came alive. Thousands of forms poured over the slope, spilling onto the flat plain.
“Here they come,” Kofu’s voice whispered over the Squad channel.
Annan silently concurred. The Gray Armors had briefed the humans on the enemy they would be facing. The humans were shown pictures. But the visuals displayed on Annan’s screen did little to capture the full horror of the live horde stampeding across the plain.
The Gray Armors called these things Otruls…their cyborg variants to be exact.
Annan had no idea why they were fighting these creatures. All he knew was that he had to kill them before they killed him.
They were huge, lumbering, two-legged beasts fashioned from an unholy fusion of flesh and metal. Their metal legs operated like the hind legs of horses. Most of their wide man-like torsos were encased in mottled green metal, as were their bulky forearms and sections of their broad shoulders. The fleshy parts were covered with wavy patches of bluish hair, sprouting out of olive colored skin. Their faces were flat and blocky with severely overlapping ridges almost completely obscuring the dark smoldering pits of their eyes. They had no visible noses. Where noses should have been were marked by moist slits that quivered with exertion. Their wide snarling mouths were filled with metal teeth that glazed razor sharpness. They were armed with wide-barreled projectile-firing tubes, along with an intimidating assortment of blunt and edged weapons. A single blow from one of those bludgeoning weapons would surely have quashed a man as easily as a rock mulching a berry.
The computer ordered Annan to stand his ground, wait for the Otruls to come within terminal range of the ejectors.
Every human had obviously received the same instructions from his or her computer. The ITSVs assembled in a wide formation extending like a chain across the rolling grassland.
A string of calculations which Annan could not comprehend formulated on his status screen. Of course, it wasn’t Annan’s place to know what those flashing glyphs meant. His only function, as the Gray Armors repeatedly insisted, was to obey the computer.
Discharge ejectors, the computer commanded.
Annan thumbed the weapons control, sending a particle blast into a cluster of Otruls. The beams stabbed through fifteen of them, rending flesh and metal. A torrent of particle fire erupted from the ITSVs.

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Chilling Antihydrogen...


A method for laser-cooling magnetically trapped antihydrogen atoms to temperatures of about 20 millikelvin has been proposed by a team of researchers from Canada and the US.

 


The team claims that cooling the antihydrogen would make it much more stable and so easier to study in experiments. In particular, it could lead to better spectroscopic analysis of antihydrogen, so that its properties can be compared with those of hydrogen.

 



An artist's concept showing a trapped anithydrogen atom being released after 1000 seconds. The new proposal allows for such trapped antimatter to be laser cooled and then studied. (Courtesy: Chukman So/CERN)

Antihydrogen is an atomic bound state of a positron and antiproton that was first produced at CERN in 1995. Over the past few years, physicists working on the ALPHA experiment at the Geneva lab became the first to capture and store a significant amount of the stuff, holding a total of 309 antihydrogen atoms for 1000 seconds in 2011. In early 2012 the team then showed that it is possible to probe the internal structure of an antihydrogen atom by carrying out the first tentative measurements of the antihydrogen spectrum. By improving such measurements, researchers hope to determine what structural differences, if any, antimatter has compared with ordinary matter.

This, they hope, could eventually explain why the universe currently contains much more matter than antimatter.

 

Physics World: Lasers could chill antihydrogen

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Concussion Physics...


I saw this briefly, and juxtapose my commentary between Sports Science and Mr. Hayes' Saturday morning commentary.

As someone who loved playing sandlot football, high school football and a sports fan, this is concerning. I present it with no agenda, but post a question: in 2113, will we still be playing football?

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Up With Chris Hayes: Is Football Responsible for Junior Seau's Death

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