space exploration

Broadcasting the Beatles risks alien attack

I couldn’t make this up if I tried…

Nasa started to beam the song towards the North Star, 431 light years from Earth at midnight GMT on Monday, drawing congratulations from former Beatle Sir Paul McCartney and John Lennon’s widow, Yoko Ono, who mused that it marked “the beginning of the new age in which we will communicate with billions of planets across the universe.”

But today’s New Scientist asks whether such signals could expose us to the risk of attack from mean spirited aliens.

I’m shaking in my boots here.

/end snark

(found the link on Jay Lake’s blog)



Appointments: 1

Researched: How to say ‘hello’ in Arabic. The definition of fascism. How many generations it would take to get to Proxima Centauri at one g acceleration. Did a refresher on peak oil, and learned about oil wells.

Accomplishment: Still writing a story a day.

High point of the week: Finished editing Sick Dude Coming. Woot.

Bad thing: I have a health issue that lends to anemia. I had to go back on the meds this week, as I was practically falling over. Oh, and my sister went into the hospital on Tuesday. Prayers or whatever you do appreciated.

The High Life: Not much on that account this week. Sorry to disappoint ya.

Last Thursday I think I was too traumatized by certain life things to post. I’ll try to do better.

But today’s Thursday again, so let’s give it a try.

Appointments: 1

Researched: What didn’t I research this week? I’m doing the Story a Day over at Forward Motion. The Latin liturgy in medieval times. What the Earth looks like from the face of Mars. The structure of the Sun, and solar deities. United Airlines flight schedules and where exactly NORAD is.

Accomplishments: I wrote a story every day this month so far, how’s that?

High point of the week: I realized I have now written over 100 short stories/articles. Which gives me a nice new pip over at Forward Motion.

Bad thing: Rain almost constantly for the past two weeks, with one night of the NOAA radio going off every two hours or so with tornado warnings. That wasn’t fun.

The High Life: I’ve decided the author life is officially boring. But I like it.

A potentially habitable planet outside our solar system.