Adam Victor Brandizzi
A imagem do botão vermelho é um excelente complement.
There are two species that hold the whimsical title of “Fried Egg Jellyfish”: Phacellophora camtschatica and Cotylorhiza tuberculata though the two are quite different from each other in all aspects beside appearance.
Phacellophora camtschatica is a huge jelly that prefers colder waters. It’s bell can reach up to 2 ft across and its dozens of tentacles reach over 20 ft long! If you don’t think this floating egg creature looks very menacing, you’d be right. It has a very weak sting and many small crustaceans take advantage of the jelly by riding on its bell (breakfast to go…?) while snatching up extra food.
Cotylorhiza tuberculata is a much smaller jellyfish that hangs out in warmer waters. It only reaches about 35 cm in diameter, so don’t go for this Fried Egg Jelly if you want a big breakfast. Unlike most jellyfish, C. tuberculata can swim on its own, without relying on the currents for movement. It’s sting (if you can even call it that) is so feeble that it has very little to no effect on humans at all. I mean, it does look like a breakfast food, after all… how powerful could it be?
Adam Victor Brandizzi
Há mais coisas pousando em outras coisas do que eu imaginava.
Discover the cosmos! Each day a different image or photograph of our fascinating universe is featured, along with a brief explanation written by a professional astronomer.
Explanation: Delivered by Saturn-bound Cassini, ESA's Huygens probe touched down on the ringed planet's largest moon Titan, ten years ago on January 14, 2005. These panels show fisheye images made during its slow descent by parachute through Titan's dense atmosphere. Taken by the probe's descent imager/spectral radiometer instrument they range in altitude from 6 kilometers (upper left) to 0.2 kilometers (lower right) above the moon's surprisingly Earth-like surface of dark channels, floodplains, and bright ridges. But at temperatures near -290 degrees F (-180 degrees C), the liquids flowing across Titan's surface are methane and ethane, hydrocarbons rather than water. After making the most distant landing for a spacecraft from Earth, Huygens transmitted data for more than an hour. The Huygens data and a decade of exploration by Cassini have shown Titan to be a tantalizing world hosting a complex chemistry of organic compounds, dynamic landforms, lakes, seas, and a possible subsurface ocean of liquid water.Tomorrow's picture: the Moon would be this big < | Archive | Submissions | Search | Calendar | RSS | Education | About APOD | Discuss | >
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Kneeling Man Embracing a Standing Woman
You may recall the story last month of a family threatened by the authorities for letting their kids walk outside. Here's the latest from the mom, Danielle Meitiv, who is hoping the rest of the media takes note. I hope so, too.
Meitiv explains via email:
Dear Reason: On Monday, a Montgomery County child protective services worker went to my children's school and interviewed them without my knowledge or consent. Why?
Because last month we'd let them walk home from the park by themselves. It's a mile away. They are 6 and 10. We live in suburban Maryland. Let me recap the story and then tell you where we're at.
On a Saturday afternoon in December, my husband, Alexander, gave our kids permission to walk home from the local playground. I was out of town at the time. When they'd walked about halfway, a Montgomery County Police patrol car pulled up. A "helpful" neighbor had called 911 to report unaccompanied children walking outside. Our kids were brought home in a police cruiser.
At the door the police officer asked to see my husband's ID, but did not explain why. When he refused, she called for backup.
A total of six patrol cars showed up.
Alexander then agreed to get his ID and went to go upstairs. The officer said—in front of the kids—that if he came down with anything else, "shots would be fired." She proceeded to follow him upstairs, and when he said she had no right to do so without a warrant, she insisted that she did.
Our 10 yr. old called me crying and saying that the police were there and that Daddy was going to be arrested. Alexander stepped outside to continue the conversation away from the kids. When he disagreed with one of the officers about the dangers that walking alone posed to children, she asked him: "Don't you realize how dangerous the world is? Don't you watch TV?" They took notes and left.
Two hours later a CPS worker arrived with a “temporary safety plan,” which she told my husband to sign. It stated that he would not leave the children unsupervised at any time before Monday morning, when someone from their office could contact him. He refused to sign it. She informed him that if he didn’t, she would instruct the police to take the children away immediately. He signed.
We were then contacted by a CPS social worker named W. Don Thorne who made an appointment for us to come to his office on Friday, Jan. 9. A little while later he called back saying that he needed to come to us, so that he could see our house. We told him we would meet with him at his office, not our home. He said he would speak with his supervisor and call us back.
On Monday, Mr. Thorne showed up at our door unannounced, accompanied by a police officer. He insisted that he had the right to come into our house without a warrant. I said that I was invoking my Fourth Amendment rights against unwarranted search, and would not let him in, but repeated my willingness to go to his office to answer questions. Then I noticed that he had a visitor’s sticker from my children’s elementary school on his jacket. Had he been to my children's school to interview them?!
He didn't answer that question and they quickly left. I have since learned that he visited my children’s school and spoke to my children without my knowledge or consent.
We do not know what actions CPS will take next.
We are frightened and confused. We are good parents, educated professionals, and our children are happy, healthy, well-adjusted, and academically successful.
As difficult as it is for us to believe, all of these events occurred as the result of allowing our children to walk along public streets in the middle of the afternoon without our supervision.
My husband grew up in the former Soviet Union. Now he wonders if we have to just go along with whatever the authorities want us to do. I keep reminding him that we have RIGHTS in this country and that neither the police nor the bureaucrats can arbitrarily dismiss them.
Read more from Reason on the Meitiv family's problems with CPS here.
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JULIANA COISSI, DE SÃO PAULO
A imagem de cabeças separadas de corpos em meio a uma poça de sangue, cena gravada em rebelião de dezembro de 2013, circulou pelo mundo e revelou a barbárie nas prisões do Brasil.
O vídeo com o assassinato de três presos pelos próprios colegas apresentou o horror em Pedrinhas, complexo penitenciário do Maranhão onde 60 detentos morreram somente naquele ano.
Novas mortes, superlotação, rebeliões e fugas em massa ainda são cenas comuns no sistema carcerário.
O governo Roseana Sarney (PMDB) encerra 2014 sem resolver o caos em Pedrinhas. Os novos presídios no interior, prometidos para desafogar o sistema, ainda não foram entregues.
O novo governador, Flavio Dino (PC do B), assumiu neste mês com a promessa de abrir concurso para funcionários do presídio, concluir as unidades em obras e humanizar o cumprimento das penas.
Quem visita Pedrinhas hoje tem a sensação de estar em um filme que se repete. “A situação é desumana, um ambiente insalubre, de um fedor insuportável”, descreve a deputada estadual Eliziane Gama (PPS).
Também em visita no mês passado, o futuro secretário da pasta que gere os presídios, Murilo de Oliveira, encontrou ratos, lixo acumulado, rede de esgoto estourada e excesso de detentos.
Em 2014, foram 199 fugitivos no complexo, que abriga 2.500 presos. Uma das ações foi cinematográfica: um caminhão rompeu o muro do presídio e 36 presos escaparam, após troca de tiros.
A superlotação persiste como ingrediente para motins. Seis das oito unidades de Pedrinhas têm presos acima da capacidade. No CDP, palco da decapitação gravada em vídeo, há 528 homens para um espaço onde cabem 402.
O inspetor penitenciário Isaac William Giusti foi o penúltimo dos 19 mortos de Pedrinhas em 2014. Ele foi baleado pelos presos enquanto tentava conter uma rebelião, em setembro passado.
Nos 23 dias em que ele permaneceu em coma, seu pai, Adhemar Giusti, 67, tentava encontrar vestígios de vida naquele corpo imóvel.
“Eu levantava a pálpebra dele, e a gente tinha impressão de que ele estava olhando a gente”. Giusti morreu horas depois de completar 38 anos.
Fora dos muros, a capital, São Luís, sofreu os efeitos da disputa de facções criminosas que dominam Pedrinhas. Em setembro, 17 veículos foram incendiados em três dias.
Os ataques não cessaram mesmo após a morte da menina Ana Clara, 6. Em janeiro, a garota morreu depois de ter 95% do corpo queimado em um um dos atentados a ônibus.
A mãe e a irmã de Ana Clara sobreviveram. Há um mês elas reencontraram Marcio Rony Nunes, 38, chamado de herói por entrar no ônibus em chamas para salvar as três.
O reencontro de Juliane Santos, 23, com o estivador Marcio Rony Nunes ocorreu em meio a lágrimas e agradecimentos.
Juliane estava com as filhas Ana Clara, 6, e Lorrane Beatriz, um ano e cinco meses, quando Márcio atravessou o ônibus em chamas para socorrê-las.
Os quatro sofreram queimaduras. O caso mais grave foi o de Ana Clara, que, com 95% do corpo atingido, não resistiu e morreu.
Começava para Nunes uma luta pela sobrevivência. As chamas tomaram quase todo seu corpo, e o levou a iniciar um longo tratamento em Goiânia.
Ele passou meses coberto com uma máscara no rosto e uma malha compressora envolvendo tronco e membros.
A cada troca de curativo, Marcio perdia sangue e padecia. “Passei três meses sentindo dor dia e noite”.
No final de novembro, o elogio informal que recebeu, de herói, foi formalizado. Marcio recebeu um capacete e uma medalha de honra ao mérito dos bombeiros de São Luís.
“No começo não gostava [do elogio de herói], mas tanta gente ficou falando que comecei a me acostumar”.
I have a feeling there's a lot of tech support workers out there cringing a little at my portrayal of the kinds of questions they'd ask.
Question: Why are bagpipes a part of funerals, especially firefighter and police funerals?
Answer: The history of funeral bagpipes is a fairly simple (though very sad) one. In traditional Celtic cultures, including both the Irish and Scottish cultures, bagpipes were an important part of a traditional funeral. After the Great Potato Famine of the mid-1840s, Irish immigrants came to the United States in huge numbers. Due primarily to racism and xenophobia, Irish people were often allowed to apply for only the most dangerous and difficult jobs, including the jobs of firefighter and police officer.
Work-related deaths for firemen and cops were not uncommon, and when one or more of these deaths would occur, the Irish community would hold a traditional Irish funeral, including the mournful bagpipes. Over the years, this tradition spread to firefighters and police officers who were not of Irish descent.
So if it's an Irish tradition, why are the Scottish bagpipes used?
In short, it's because the Scottish highland bagpipes are significantly louder than the traditional Irish uillean pipes. Though it's likely that either or both types of pipes were used at funerals in the 1800s, the Scottish highland pipes are now almost universally used.
Where do they find bagpipers to play at firefighter and police officer's funerals?
Fire and police departments in most major cities have a special brigade, usually as a division of an Irish fraternal group called The Emerald Society, who learn to play bagpipes and drums for the very purpose of honoring their fallen comrades. In some places, civilians may be members of the pipe and drum band, but generally, the members are active or retired firefighters and police officers.
Martin Pistorius sometime between 1990 and 1994, when he was unable to communicate.Courtesy of Martin Pistorius
What would you do if you were locked in your body, your brain intact but with no way to communicate? How do you survive emotionally when you are invisible to everyone you know and love?
That's the first question asked by NPR's new program on human behavior, Invisibilia.
The first show tells the story of Martin Pistorius, who fell into a mysterious coma as a young boy. He had only one thing left as his mind began to function again — his own thoughts. Here's a glimpse into his story.
It was the late '80s, and young Martin Pistorius, growing up in South Africa, was mostly thinking about electronics. Resistors and transistors and you name it.
But at age 12, his life took an unexpected turn. He came down with a strange illness. The doctors weren't sure what it was, but their best guess was cryptococcal meningitis.
He got progressively worse. Eventually he lost his ability to move by himself, his ability to make eye contact, and then, finally, his ability to speak.
His parents, Rodney and Joan Pistorius, were told that he was as good as not there, a vegetable. The hospital told them to take him home and keep him comfortable until he died.
But he didn't die. "Martin just kept going, just kept going," his mother says.
His father would get up at 5 o'clock in the morning, get him dressed, load him in the car, take him to the special care center where he'd leave him.
"Eight hours later, I'd pick him up, bathe him, feed him, put him in bed, set my alarm for two hours so that I'd wake up to turn him so that he didn't get bedsores," Rodney says.
That was their lives, for 12 years.
Joan vividly remembers looking at Martin one day and saying: " 'I hope you die.' I know that's a horrible thing to say," she says now. "I just wanted some sort of relief."
And she didn't think her son was there to hear it.
But he was.
"Yes, I was there, not from the very beginning, but about two years into my vegetative state, I began to wake up," says Martin, now age 39 and living in Harlow, England.
He thinks he began to wake up when he was 14 or 15 years old. "I was aware of everything, just like any normal person," Martin says.
But although he could see and understand everything, he couldn't move his body.
"Everyone was so used to me not being there that they didn't notice when I began to be present again," he says. "The stark reality hit me that I was going to spend the rest of my life like that — totally alone."
He was trapped, with only his thoughts for company. And they weren't particularly nice thoughts.
"No one will ever show me tenderness. No one will ever love me."
And of course there was no way to escape. He thought, "You are doomed."
So he figured his only option was to leave his thoughts behind.
That was his first strategy — disengaging his thoughts — and he says he got really good at it.
"You don't really think about anything," Martin says. "You simply exist. It's a very dark place to find yourself because, in a sense, you are allowing yourself to vanish."
But occasionally there were things that elicited thoughts he could not ignore.
"I cannot even express to you how much I hated Barney," Martin says.
Since all the world thought Martin was a vegetable, at the special care center where he spent his days he was often in front of the TV watching reruns of the children's cartoon hour after hour, day after day.
Then one day, he decided he'd had enough. He wanted to gain some small measure of control over his day. So he figured out how to tell time by how the sun moved across a room. That was the start.
Eventually Martin found a way to reframe even the ugliest thoughts that haunted him. Like when his mother said, "I hope you die."
"The rest of the world felt so far away when she said those words," Martin says.
But he began to wrestle with it. Why would a mother say that?
"As time passed, I gradually learned to understand my mother's desperation. Every time she looked at me, she could see only a cruel parody of the once-healthy child she had loved so much. "
Over time, Martin began re-engaging with his thoughts.
And slowly, as his mind felt better, something else happened — his body began to get better, too. It involved inexplicable neurological developments and a painstaking battle to prove that he existed.
To hear how Martin returned to life, listen to Invisibilia, NPR's newest program. It explores how invisible things shape our behavior and our lives. The program debuts this weekend on many public radio stations, and the podcast is available for download at NPR.org and on iTunes.
Adam Victor Brandizzi
The tz database is one of the pillars of the modern civilization.
You will probably never need to know about the Olson database, also known as the Zoneinfo or tz database. And were it not for my elmcity project I never would have looked into it. I knew roughly that this bedrock database is a compendium of definitions of the world’s timezones, plus rules for daylight savings transitions (DST), used by many operating systems and programming languages.
I presumed that it was written Unix-style, in some kind of plain-text format, and that’s true. Here, for example, are top-level DST rules for the United States since 1918:
# Rule NAME FROM TO IN ON AT SAVE LETTER/S Rule US 1918 1919 Mar lastSun 2:00 1:00 D Rule US 1918 1919 Oct lastSun 2:00 0 S Rule US 1942 only Feb 9 2:00 1:00 W # War Rule US 1945 only Aug 14 23:00u 1:00 P # Peace Rule US 1945 only Sep 30 2:00 0 S Rule US 1967 2006 Oct lastSun 2:00 0 S Rule US 1967 1973 Apr lastSun 2:00 1:00 D Rule US 1974 only Jan 6 2:00 1:00 D Rule US 1975 only Feb 23 2:00 1:00 D Rule US 1976 1986 Apr lastSun 2:00 1:00 D Rule US 1987 2006 Apr Sun>=1 2:00 1:00 D Rule US 2007 max Mar Sun>=8 2:00 1:00 D Rule US 2007 max Nov Sun>=1 2:00 0 S
What I didn’t appreciate, until I finally unzipped and untarred a copy of ftp://elsie.nci.nih.gov/pub/tzdata2009o.tar.gz, is the historical scholarship scribbled in the margins of this remarkable database, or document, or hybrid of the two.
You can see a glimpse of that scholarship in the above example. The most recent two rules define the latest (2007) change to US daylight savings. The spring forward rule says: “On the second Sunday in March, at 2AM, save one hour, and use D to change EST to EDT.” Likewise, on the fast-approaching first Sunday in November, spend one hour and go back to EST.
But look at the rules for Feb 9 1942 and Aug 14 1945. The letters are W and P instead of D and S. And the comments tell us that during that period there were timezones like Eastern War Time (EWT) and Eastern Peace Time (EPT). Arthur David Olson elaborates:
From Arthur David Olson (2000-09-25):
Most of this Talmudic scholarship comes from founding contributor Arthur David Olson and editor Paul Eggert, both of whose Wikipedia pages, although referenced from the Zoneinfo page, strangely do not exist.
But the Olson/Eggert commentary is also interspersed with many contributions, like this one about the Mount Washington Observatory.
From Dave Cantor (2004-11-02)
Early this summer I had the occasion to visit the Mount Washington Observatory weather station atop (of course!) Mount Washington [, NH]…. One of the staff members said that the station was on Eastern Standard Time and didn’t change their clocks for Daylight Saving … so that their reports will always have times which are 5 hours behind UTC.
Since Mount Washington has a climate all its own, I guess it makes sense for it to have its own time as well.
Here’s a glimpse of Alaska’s timezone history:
From Paul Eggert (2001-05-30):
Howse writes that Alaska switched from the Julian to the Gregorian calendar, and from east-of-GMT to west-of-GMT days, when the US bought it from Russia. This was on 1867-10-18, a Friday; the previous day was 1867-10-06 Julian, also a Friday. Include only the time zone part of this transition, ignoring the switch from Julian to Gregorian, since we can’t represent the Julian calendar.
As far as we know, none of the exact locations mentioned below were permanently inhabited in 1867 by anyone using either calendar. (Yakutat was colonized by the Russians in 1799, but the settlement was destroyed in 1805 by a Yakutat-kon war party.) However, there were nearby inhabitants in some cases and for our purposes perhaps it’s best to simply use the official transition.
You have to have a sense of humor about this stuff, and Paul Eggert does:
From Paul Eggert (1999-03-31):
Shanks writes that Michigan started using standard time on 1885-09-18, but Howse writes (pp 124-125, referring to Popular Astronomy, 1901-01) that Detroit kept
local time until 1900 when the City Council decreed that clocks should be put back twenty-eight minutes to Central Standard Time. Half the city obeyed, half refused. After considerable debate, the decision was rescinded and the city reverted to Sun time. A derisive offer to erect a sundial in front of the city hall was referred to the Committee on Sewers. Then, in 1905, Central time was adopted by city vote.
This story is too entertaining to be false, so go with Howse over Shanks.
The document is chock full of these sorts of you-can’t-make-this-stuff-up tales:
From Paul Eggert (2001-03-06), following a tip by Markus Kuhn:
Pam Belluck reported in the New York Times (2001-01-31) that the Indiana Legislature is considering a bill to adopt DST statewide. Her article mentioned Vevay, whose post office observes a different
time zone from Danner’s Hardware across the street.
I love this one about the cranky Portuguese prime minister:
Martin Bruckmann (1996-02-29) reports via Peter Ilieve
that Portugal is reverting to 0:00 by not moving its clocks this spring.
The new Prime Minister was fed up with getting up in the dark in the winter.
Of course Gaza could hardly fail to exhibit weirdness:
From Ephraim Silverberg (1997-03-04, 1998-03-16, 1998-12-28, 2000-01-17 and 2000-07-25):
According to the Office of the Secretary General of the Ministry of Interior, there is NO set rule for Daylight-Savings/Standard time changes. One thing is entrenched in law, however: that there must be at least 150 days of daylight savings time annually.
The rule names for this zone are poignant too:
# Zone NAME GMTOFF RULES FORMAT [UNTIL] Zone Asia/Gaza 2:17:52 - LMT 1900 Oct 2:00 Zion EET 1948 May 15 2:00 EgyptAsia EE%sT 1967 Jun 5 2:00 Zion I%sT 1996 2:00 Jordan EE%sT 1999 2:00 Palestine EE%sT
There’s also some wonderful commentary in the various software libraries that embody the Olson database. Here’s Stuart Bishop on why pytz, the Python implementation, supports almost all of the Olson timezones:
As Saudi Arabia gave up trying to cope with their timezone definition, I see no reason to complicate my code further to cope with them. (I understand the intention was to set sunset to 0:00 local time, the start of the Islamic day. In the best case caused the DST offset to change daily and worst case caused the DST offset to change each instant depending on how you interpreted the ruling.)
It’s all deliciously absurd. And according to Paul Eggert, Ben Franklin is having the last laugh:
From Paul Eggert (2001-03-06):
Daylight Saving Time was first suggested as a joke by Benjamin Franklin in his whimsical essay “An Economical Project for Diminishing the Cost of Light” published in the Journal de Paris (1784-04-26). Not everyone is happy with the results.
So is Olson/Zoneinfo/tz a database or a document? Clearly both. And its synthesis of the two modes is, I would argue, a nice example of literate programming.
when i met him he was already years into gaming. i didn’t have an opinion one way or the other about this. it’d been the same if he was into soccer, fantasy baseball, or chess. hobbies are hobbies, and i’m glad folks have ‘em.
but now that he works in this field, and he’s in it for the long haul, i wanted to understand this better. i wanted to know what the hell a “level 85 paladin” was. and what exactly is the big deal about “for the horde!”. i wanted to understand his world.
so on friday i created my first wow character and i played the game.
he had me play on his computer (best equipped for this), while he played on my laptop. “he played” means he literally danced around my level 1 orc shaman with glee, as i learned the keyboard and navigated my first few quests.
and… i truly enjoyed myself.
so now i’m level 5. i have fancy britches and a vest that has +3 on attacks over what i started with. i’ve killed my fair share of scorpions and woken the lazy peons. i’m well on my way to actually doing something beyond the training run in this game, and i’m liking it.
he embraced travel, and art, and has supported my interests. now i’m taking a step into his world, with him by my side, and finding we have more shared interests that one would have thought.
not sayin’ i’m going to be jonesing to join a guild anytime soon or raid every weekend, but i can say that i’m looking forward to him getting home so i can login via his computer to level up and get even better britches.
From the hundreds of millions of photos uploaded on Flick in 2014, these 25 bubbled to the top.
Though beauty is in the eye of the beholder, we’ve compiled this list based on a number of engagement and community factors. The photos were scored by looking at a combination of social and interactive elements, including how often the photo had been faved and viewed, among others.
There were several community members who appeared in the list several times; we picked their top-scoring image. We saw three of the Flickr 20under20 winners represented in the list. And it was perhaps little surprise the the European Space Agency’s Rosetta Philae photo made the cut. We also included four honorable mentions because we loved them so much.
Congratulations to these amazing photographers!
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From The Huffington Post:
A man in Iran has been sentenced to death for “insulting the prophet of Islam” on Facebook.
Soheil Arabi, a 30-year-old blogger, was convicted in August after admitting posting “offensive” material on eight Facebook pages, under different names, including one titled ‘the generation that no longer wants to be the burnt generation’.
Arabi admitted posting the material but said that he wrote it “in poor psychological condition” according to the International Campaign for Human Rights In Iran.
The New York-based Human Rights Watch said that Arabi now faces “imminent execution” by hanging after the Supreme Court upheld the sentence.
And since we’re on the subject of blasphemy: Greek blogger sentenced to 10-month prison for insulting religion:
An Athens court sentenced blogger Filippos Loizos to ten months prison suspended for 3 years, after found him guilty of “insulting religion”. The blogger was known as Elder Pastitsios, who was making fun of the almost mythical monk Elder Paisios.
Philippos Loizos, 27, was arrested in September 2012 on charges of “malicious blasphemy and insulting religion” through Facebook. The arrest came “after thousands of e-complains from residents of different countries of the world”, so the police press release. The 27-year-old had created a page on Facebook named “Geron Pastitsios” (Elder Pastitsios), an mock name for Greek Athos monk, Elder Paisios (1924-1994), famous about his prophecies on Greece, the Greek nation and the Orthodox Christianity.