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Remote-Controlled Robots Explore 'Lost City'
Roland Piquepaille writes "A large team of oceanographers is again exploring 'Lost City,' an hydrothermal vent field located in the middle of the Atlantic Ocean, which was discovered in 2000 and named like this because of the myth of Atlantis. But this time, the oceanographers are not on a ship. Most of them are in a room at the University of Washington in Seattle. And according to this article from the Seattle Post-Intelligencer, they're using high-speed Internet connections to control robotic vehicles exploring the deep Atlantic Ocean thousands of miles away. Thanks to satellites, the remotely operated vehicles (ROVs) Argus and Hercules can transmit videos back to Seattle in real time. After analysis, the scientists can move the ROVs to specific areas of interest without having their feet wet. Read more for other details, references and pictures about this project."
I see the Slashdot editors have finally $RTBL'd the entire Slashdot userbase. Wonderful.
reason #3402 why WA > all. :P
Sorry, I'm just proud.
Thanks to the moderation war for the upcoming interview
0 8/02/0345212&tid=109&tid=11
http://interviews.slashdot.org/article.pl?sid=05/
none of the other topics are being modded, forcing us to trudge through hundreds of troll posts and useless jibba-jabba.
FIX THE MOD SYSTEM PLEASE!
The Slashdot offices?
A few hours ago, I learned that I am now (at least in theory) absurdly gay.
I was at my machine, my 386 with 4 megs of RAM running Linux, masturbating to pictures of RMS, when I got an email congratulating me on the success of Slashdot. I was working on my latest small project-- a clever little text parser that takes input from the user and puts it in a little cartoon-style word balloon coming out of-- get this!-- a giant, erect ASCII penis's bulging head! Hahaha! It's called COCKSAY. You can download it here.
"Congratulations? That's interesting," said I to myself. "I didn't think Slashdot was coming out until tomorrow." And I oughtta know; I'm on VA's Board of Directors, recruited by Larry Augustin himself, to be VA Linux's "corporate conscience," and it's public record that I hold a substantial share in the company's semen pool. I tooled on over to Linux Today, chased a link like it was a naked hippy's ass-- and discovered that Rob Malda had taken the fast action we had discussed at the last board meeting. Slashdot had come out first thing that morning with a headline on its own site-- and I had become the figurehead of the Gay Faggot Slashdot Empire while I wasn't looking.
Well, that didn't last long. In the next two hours, 369 VA employees also disclosed that they had AIDS, leaving me with a bit of the proverbial semen on my face.
You may wonder why I am talking about this in public. The first piece of advice your friends will give you, if it looks like you're about to come out of the closet, is: keep quiet! It's really nobody else's business-- you don't want to look like you're lusting for cock, though you may want to be deluged by an endless succession of men dressed up as Navy sailors demanding blowjobs from you; fat, hairy men (the bears) wanting to fuck you in the ass; and sweet, young, hairless boys offering you the beauty of their youth.
Trouble with the "keep it quiet" theory is that I've always solicited gay male faggot sex in a very public way. When you're already a media figure, like myself, and your name is on the Faggot Manifesto your whole organization chose to use to come out, and email from friends and journalists starts coming in like crazy as the gayness of your empire breaks records even on the first day, playing it coy swiftly ceases to look like a viable option.
But it wouldn't be fair to dissemble. I serve the gay community. I'm wealthy today because my efforts to spread faggotry and venereal diseases on behalf of that community helped infiltrate the business world and earned the trust of a lot of young, naive boys. Fairness to the twinks who made me HIV+ demands that I publicly acknowledge this disease -- and publicly face the question of how it's going to affect my life and what I'll do with the my time being bedridden.
This is a question that a lot of us will be facing as open sores sweep the technology landscape. AIDS follows where HIV leads, and the mainstream gay dance-club world is seeing increasing value in our tribe of scruffy hackers. Red Hat and VA have created a precedent now, with their homosexual recruitment programs designed to reward as many individual faggots as they can identify; future gays aiming for community "backing" and a seat at the high table will have to follow suit. In this and other ways (including, for example, gay porn shops) the cum is going to be shared.
So while there aren't likely to be a lot more multimillion-person orgies like mine, lots of hackers are going to have to evolve assholes to this question for smaller dicks that will nevertheless make a big difference to them; tens or hundreds of thousands of gallons of semen, enough to change your life -- or wreck it.
(Gee. Remember when the big question was "How do we deep-throat this?")
up until the network gets bogged down with porn and Halo and CS
--- As to make my comment seem, by comparison, more intelegent... doodie doodie doodie poop poop poop!
Remote controlled to make a first post
If they were running Windows, that would bring new meaning to the term spambot...
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Hey guys, I'm a 16 yr old caucasian with a solid build and im hot and horny! When im at home im usually completely naked, because i feel that i dont have to wear anything when im at home. its true, my mom will let me! i live on a main rd and ull usually see me washing the car at the front of the house with no clothes on! i get up on the roof of the car and start washing with my anus exposed to the traffic, and sometimes wee on the roof while washing! and one other thing there's a store on the other side of the road, and i quite often go there when we run out of something. the man who runs it is about 19 and we're good friends and he doesn't mind that i go into his store naked. I can remember about a year ago when i had diarrhoea i went over there and i had a bit of an accident in front of him while paying for something. he did clean it up, but more diarrhoea came through my alimentary canal and out my anus as i ran across the road! so all these cars were driving straight through my diarrhoea. And another thing, a couple of months ago i was out at this lookout in front of los angeles. i did have a long white shirt on which went down to my knees, but i took that off and just stood there completely naked, then i did a great big sloppy poo over the railing, so LA could see my poo!
It seems that back in the late 1800's in America (mentioning this for non-U.S. /.ers) there was this saloon in the West that was kind of a run-down, ramshackle joint that was frequented by a few loyal patrons and not too many others. I think it was California, but it could have been Oregon or someplace similar -- well, the location isn't really relevant to the story but if you're
interested you may be able to dig a bit on Google to find out. Basically, while the saloon didn't go out of its way to publicize itself to
out-of-towners (not much point given that it was in a remote area) it managed to do a fairly steady trade despite the occasional brawl that caused property damage and the persistent requests from a particular fellow for free drinks.
More nights than not, the proprietor of the saloon would watch this drunk come wandering in through the doors, sit down, and lay a line on him about how he's trying to pull things together and how he'd just make enough to keep himself in beans and couldn't the bartender just pour him a shot or two to fuzz the edges and whatnot. And again, more nights than not, the bartender would take pity on the poor guy and pull out the whiskey.
Now, mind you, this went on for some time, and while the bartender was an easy mark even he had his limit. So one night, after the bartender already gave the fellow three shots on the house, he decides to cut the guy off.
"Look," he says, "while I'm really sorry to hear that things still aren't working out for you I don't think that I can keep giving you free drinks. I've got to make ends meet too, you know."
So the drunk says, "I don't suppose you've got anything I can do to get another drink tonight?"
The proprietor, not particularly wanting this fellow to hang around all night and certainly not expecting him to take him up on his proposition, says "Well, you see that spittoon over there? If you take a swig out of that I suppose I could give you a drink to wash it down."
No sooner did he finish his last sentence than the drunk walked over to the spittoon and hefted it off of the floor. Before the bartender could stop him, the fellow put the rim to his lips, tipped the bottom of the metal container up into the air, and began to swallow. To the bartender's dismay, the guy continued to slowly chug the thick contents of the spittoon. When he had finally gulped the final remnants of the container, he threw it to the ground, wiped off his lips with his shirt cuff, and gagged, "So, do I get the drink?"
"You can have the bottle!" exclaimed the bartender, immediately pouring the first shot. "But tell me, why did you swallow the whole damn thing? You only needed to swig it to earn the drink."
And the drunk replies: "It was all one long string."
Try not. Do or do not, there is no try.
-- Dr. Spock, stardate 2822-3.
Posted anonymously to preserve my precious karma!
Roland Piquepaille and Slashdot: Is there a connection?
I think most of you are aware of the controversy surrounding regular Slashdot article submitter Roland Piquepaille. For those of you who don't know, please allow me to bring forth all the facts. Roland Piquepaille has an online journal (I refuse to use the word "blog") located at http://www.primidi.com/. It is titled "Roland Piquepaille's Technology Trends". It consists almost entirely of content, both text and pictures, taken from reputable news websites and online technical journals. He does give credit to the other websites, but it wasn't always so. Only after many complaints were raised by the Slashdot readership did he start giving credit where credit was due. However, this is not what the controversy is about.
Roland Piquepaille's Technology Trends serves online advertisements through a service called Blogads, located at www.blogads.com. Blogads is not your traditional online advertiser; rather than base payments on click-throughs, Blogads pays a flat fee based on the level of traffic your online journal generates. This way Blogads can guarantee that an advertisement on a particular online journal will reach a particular number of users. So advertisements on high traffic online journals are appropriately more expensive to buy, but the advertisement is guaranteed to be seen by a large amount of people. This, in turn, encourages people like Roland Piquepaille to try their best to increase traffic to their journals in order to increase the going rates for advertisements on their web pages. But advertisers do have some flexibility. Blogads serves two classes of advertisements. The premium ad space that is seen at the top of the web page by all viewers is reserved for "Special Advertisers"; it holds only one advertisement. The secondary ad space is located near the bottom half of the page, so that the user must scroll down the window to see it. This space can contain up to four advertisements and is reserved for regular advertisers, or just "Advertisers".
Before we talk about money, let's talk about the service that Roland Piquepaille provides in his journal. He goes out and looks for interesting articles about new and emerging technologies. He provides a very brief overview of the articles, then copies a few choice paragraphs and the occasional picture from each article and puts them up on his web page. Finally, he adds a minimal amount of original content between the copied-and-pasted text in an effort to make the journal entry coherent and appear to add value to the original articles. Nothing more, nothing less.
Now let's talk about money. Visit BlogAds to check the following facts for yourself. As of today, December XX 2004, the going rate for the premium advertisement space on Roland Piquepaille's Technology Trends is $375 for one month. One of the four standard advertisements costs $150 for one month. So, the maximum advertising space brings in $375 x 1 + $150 x 4 = $975 for one month. Obviously not all $975 will go directly to Roland Piquepaille, as Blogads gets a portion of that as a service fee, but he will receive the majority of it. According to the FAQ, Blogads takes 20%. So Roland Piquepaille gets 80% of $975, a maximum of $780 each month. www.primidi.com is hosted by clara.net (look it up at Network Solutions ). Browsing clara.net's hosting solutions, the most expensive hosting service is their Clarahost Advanced ( link ) priced at £69.99 GBP. This is roughly, at the time of this writing, $130 USD. Assuming Roland Piquepaille pays for the Clarahost Advanced hosting service, he is out $130 leaving him with a maximum net profit of $650 each month. Keeping your website registered with Network Solutions cost $34.99 per year, or about $3 per month. This leaves Roland Piquepaille with $647 each month. He may pay for additional services related to his online jou
There was a quote that really struck me as odd and out of place in a science department.
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"This is how the science is going to be done," said Deborah Kelley, a University of Washington oceanographer.
I can't believe that a scientist would forego the adventure and excitement of actually visiting and investigating on-site the things she wants to learn about. Robots and video cameras and sensors have their place, especially in areas where it is still impossible to go. However, replacing the actual experience of seeing these things firsthand, trading that for lily-white labcoats and sterile research labs is the opposite direction scientists should be heading, in my opinion.
I, for one, would rather head down to the depths of the ocean or fly to the next planet personally than have some robot do that in my place, if I had the choice.
Jesus saved me from my past. He can save you as well.
After almost a decade of Internet broadcast exploration of Mars, it just makes sense to start exploring hard-to-reach places on our own planet with remote controls. Slap on some virtual reality goggles, and away they go. One small step for a scientist, one giant leap for man kind.
Saskboy's blog is good. 9 out of 10 dentists agree.
Shouldnt that be 'a hydrothermal...' I don't believe anyone pronounces hydrothermal 'eye-dro-thermal' even with the worst of cockney accents.
-shrug-
Yet another Roland story posted by WHO ELSE? Timothy. Is Timothy ACTUALLY Roland? Well, I for one have NEVER seen both of them in the same room at the same time, so I think that about says it all...
"Who are in control, they are not in control of anything - they don't even control themselves!" - Glen Beck
But isn't Atlantis in the Pegasus Galaxy? :)
Homonyms are fun!
You're driving your car, but they're riding their bikes there.
I guess a 2-3 second delay each way through the satellites is real enough for most people.
What are you expecting to find here?
Atlantis... a ridiculous liberal myth.
The drunk ate some fried chicken...
The breasts were juicy, and the buns were soft and warm, he thought.
Afterwards, the division manager of Popeyes came up to the drunk's table and asked him how the meal was. He said he was satisfied, but the meal lacked a certain je ne sais quoi. The mananger apologized profusely, and said he had something to show the drunk that would make up for it.
The manager lead the drunk to the back of the popeyes, to a room soaked from floor to ceiling in blood. In the center of it was a live horse, chained by all four legs to the structural supports of the warehouse like room. As the drunk watched, employees of the popeyes cut large sections from the horse, which was whinneying and screaming in horror, the remaining sections of its body covered with festering sores and a froth of sweat.
The popeyes employees took the chunks of horseflesh and sliced them into pieces, then they rooted around through the bags of trash strewn around the room to find discarded chicken bones. They quickly tenderized the meat with sledgehammers and fed it into a machine which formed the horsemeat around the bones, then they breaded and deepfried it.
The drunk asked the division manager why he had led him back to this place, and the manager pointed at the steed's rump, the diseased asshole puckering rythmically with terror, squirting pus with each convulsion. "We're just about to use that section, would you like a crack at it first?"
The drunk quickly unzipped his pants and wasted no time jamming his erect penis into the stallion's defenseless asshole. With each thrust, the drunk donkey punched the horse in the back of the head, making it clench its ass even tighter. The drunk came just as the horse died and was delighted. Popeyes definitely went the extra mile to make the drunk a satisfied customer..
The end?
I'm waiting for this technology to become cheap enough I can be a "peeping tom" from the safety of my basement.
I think I need one of these in my house. Then I could explore the back of my fridge without having to deal with the smell.
"I only speak the truth"
Karma: null(Mostly affected by an unassigned variable)
That's like saying, "Think of it as Linux, but running using NTFS."
Dear Dr. Goatse,
I am writing to you because I am in need of legal assistance. I am currently charged with murder, burglary, terrorism, and a wide variety of charges. The story behind these accusations is somewhat longwinded, but I will attempt to describe it below:
It all started when I was a child. I was the victim of sexual abuse by a deranged, obese, elderly babysitter. This man would babysit for me when my parents went on long vacations. As soon as they left, my normally cozy home turned into a sordid den of gay rape and bestiality. The old man, who by coincidence shared the name Ike with another famous gay man from a different troll, would act normally for a few hours after my parents departed. Soon, however, he would ask me to come sit on the sofa with him and watch television. While we watched the good old sitcoms on television, he would slowly move his wrinkled old hand onto my leg. I was too small and too scared to object, and he wouldn't have cared anyway, so I ignored him and continued to watch the TV. He massage my legs, moving in higher and higher circles with his warm, delicate touch. Eventually he would come to my buttocks, where he would slide his weathered hands into my shorts and continue his massage. At this point it would become very difficult for me to watch my shows, as he would squeeze my tender young asscheeks while breathing heavily (I think the sexual excitment presented some problems for him and his pacemaker). At some point, he would flick off the TV and pull my pants off, then my shirt. His semi-bald head glistened in the afternoon sun, and his white hair was matted to his head with his sweat. He would turn me over, and continue his massage. I didn't look back at him as we would get angry if I did anything other than staring ahead and pretending that nothing was happening.
Zzzzzzzzip! His zipper, with its sound easily susceptible to onomatopoeia, flew open. A few seconds later, his shining manhood flew outwards. My young asshole would clench in nervous anticipation of his anal invasion with his nine hard, throbbing, inches of man-meat. I could hear his weazing breath as he coughed some saliva onto his penis, rubbing it to make up for its geriatric lack of virility. While he aroused himself for his rectal piracy, he slid a finger into my clenched anus. Initially, the pain seemed unbearable; however, as time went on, I gradually relaxed and even came to shove my small boyish behind back onto his intruding finger, aching for prostate stimulation. Soon it was time: he withdrew his finger, and prepped his hard manhood for its intestinal odyssey into my backdoor. My bay breath quickened, and thoughts of his cragged, veined old manhood filled my mind like a Kreskin's semen in BSD's dying bowels. I felt a warm touch against my cheeks, and soon the head of his mantruder was nestled inside of my gripping sphincter. I gasped as his throbbing virility inched into my rear passages. Slowly but surely all of his nine inches invaded my bum, and I was left impaled on him. As I mentioned, he was quite obese, so his flabby, pasty stomach with its green varicrose veins were pressed against my young back. At this point my eyes bugged out of my head as his cock buggered into my asshole. Soon the pumping began: there was some pain, and while it did multiply as time went on, the pleasure grew too, but at an exponential rate. Taking into account other factors, the overall satisfaction could be measured by the equation S(x) = GAMMA(x) - 20x, where GAMMA is the standard gamma function. As you can see, it would be only a short time (about 6 seconds) before I was in throes of esctacy. Alas; all good things must come to an end, and soon Ike was ready to shoot his seed deep into my poop chute. As his semen shot forth into the deep, moist unknown, I moaned "Oh yes!" with such a force that I could have burst through a brick wall and dispensed sugary beverages such as Kool-aid and Capri-Sun. His steaming stringy semen oozed its way in reverse through my digestive system. At this point, Ike's old heart wa
Am i the only one who first thought of a direct link between the ROV's and Seattle when reading the arcticle? What made me wonder: H2O doesnt let EM-waves go very far. Thus a ROV has a cable connection to it's mothership. But this draft should make it clear how it really is.
BOOYA!!!! In the face of Roland Piquepaille, IN THE FACE!!!
As you can read from his blog here, someone has been spamming this guy with various methods. I think that is lame.
If you don't like his links, then don't read them! If you're jealous of the small AdSense revenue he makes per article, make up your own blog and start submitting it to Slashdot.
Or better yet, start your own tech blog.
Now crossing over a deep sinkhole... *bzzz*
:P
-Error 404, Connection timed out-
AAAARGH!!
Is that what happened to the first mars probe?
A positive attitude may not solve all your problems, but it will annoy enough people to make it well worth the effort.
With James Cameron, or someone. I really dont remember. Oh and since the moderation system is as broke as Brooke Shields, Id like to give a big fuck all you guys because I have excelent karma.
There is truth in humor.
since the moderation system is...broke...Id like to give a big fuck all you guys because I have excelent karma.
Karma's a bitch.
I just ate some fried chicken...
The breasts were juicy, and the buns were soft and warm.
Afterwards, the division manager of Popeyes came up to my table and asked me how the meal was.I said I was satisfied, but the meal lacked a certain je ne sais quoi. He apologized profusely, and said he had something to show me that would make up for it.
He lead me to the back of the popeyes, to a room soaked from floor to ceiling in blood. In the center of it was a live horse, chained by all four legs to the structural supports of the warehouse like room. As I watched, employees of the popeyes cut large sections from the horse, which was whinneying and screaming in horror, the remaining sections of its body covered with festering sores and a froth of sweat.
The popeyes employees took the chunks of horseflesh and sliced them into pieces, then they rooted around through the bags of trash strewn around the room to find discarded chicken bones. They quickly tenderized the meat with sledgehammers and fed it into a machine which formed the horsemeat around the bones, then they breaded and deepfried it.
I asked the division manager why he had led me back to this place, and he pointed at the steed's rump, the diseased asshole puckering rythmically with terror, squirting pus with each convulsion. "We're just about to use that section, would you like a crack at it first?"
I quickly unzipped my pants and wasted no time jamming my erect penis into the stallion's defenseless asshole. With each thrust, I donkey punched the horse in the back of the head, making it clench its ass even tighter. I came just as the horse died. I was delighted. Popeyes definitely went the extra mile to make me a satisfied customer..
There is truth in humor.
Then it is NOT real-time. You clearly don't understand the term.
From The Jargon File: "Describes an application which requires a program to respond to stimuli within some small upper limit of response time (typically milli- or microseconds)."
Good ol' Roland misapplied the term, or the article author did.
Please help metamoderate.
I was hoping this was a continuation of the joke. But instead it made me throw up a little in my mouth.
Those of you with some mod points left could really help us out by moderating this post either up or down (doesn't matter).
With everyone's cooperation, hopefully we'll have this fixed soon.
Clearly this is a troll. Please mod down.
they found homosexual linux penguins by these vents... [ http://www.collegesexadvice.com/gay-sex.shtml ]
READ IT, good laugh... although pretty much unrelated =)
me neither... there sure are some sick bastards on /. and it goes to explain a long way why so many of you mofos are single too!
Where's my free iPod!? Until then, I'll settle for a kiss...
70 comments, and NOT ONE has made it to a modlevel of 3.
I wonder if this will be a first?
Anyway, I really wonder what the big deal is. If you have a robot with a computer control, what's the big deal if that control computer is managed by an SSH connection?
I spend ~ 6-10 hours per day managing a computer about 200 miles from my home, from my home, with a laptop, while watching my kids swim in the pool in my backyard patio.
Other than the bandwidth involved with video, what's the difference?
I have no problem with your religion until you decide it's reason to deprive others of the truth.
..and the shields are down! Trolls Slash and Burn Entire Topics to the ground!
The sea is a lovely shade of red too, not having the mod system up is like having the structual integrity fields down to 7%
"Cause only the good posts die young, that's what I said.. "
Seriously. In a gay nigger sort of way.
One step closer to us all being Daleks. Fat zitty gross computer geeks who send robots out to the adventure site.
Kids, cool toy... but Richard Burton ya aint.
glad for the innovation... but laaaaame.
I'd pick a ride on the Trieste any day over a trip down to the oceanography department by the montlake cut.
Maybeeee all the research into mother nature isn't changing the way the world thinks because the researchers are more and more trying to avoid going into mother nature to experience her.
Lame.
Hit him where it hurts- in the pocketbook. I go to his site, find the biggest, fattest, jpeg he is hosting at the moment, and then load just that picture once every 2 seconds using Opera's "reload every ..." feature. Over 24 hours it can add up to a couple of gigabytes. If many people did this it would quickly put a stop to these Roland Slashdot shenanigans.
Even those who arrange and design shrubberies are under considerable economic stress at this period in history.
so we could slashdot it? Please?
Indiana Joins, Robots of the Last Lost Temple of Atlantis Doom Crusade!
One line blog. I hear that they're called Twitters now.
Do the lack of information about the actual dive site in the article, I went out looking for more information. You'll find more information here http://lostcity.jason.org/
If they can get high speed internet in middle of the atlantic ocean but I can't even get DSL in most of my zipcode, its time to go.
SLASHDOT: news for people who can't concentrate on work or have no life at all and got tired of yelling back at the TV.
I'd like to send a probe into her hydrothermal vent.
Whenever I see an article like "$FOO performed over high speed Internet link" I always want to ask:
Was this truly a high-speed Internet link, or was this merely a high-speed TCP/IP link? In other words, did the packets truly traverse the publicly accessible Internet (even if in the form of VPN traffic), or were they merely TCP/IP packets on a link that was completely separate from the publicly accessible Internet?
(Note: I would consider packets that traverse Internet2 to NOT be "On the Internet" as Internet2 is not really accessible to the general public.)
After all, if I say that I am controlling the antennas on my tower "over the Internet" when in truth all I am doing is controlling them over my local LAN from my shack to the tower controller, that would not be a correct statement. Now, if I am controlling them over an SSH session carried over the Internet, it would be.
Not all that is TCP/IP is Internet.
So, which is it: were these packets REALLY going over the Internet in any form, or was this a dedicated link?
www.eFax.com are spammers
And if you don't know who Signal 11 is (was), you won't understand why it'd be hilarious if Slashdot were catering to him so much now.
In brief, Signal 11 figured out how to milk Slashdot for karma -- to an extreme extent. As a direct result of his efforts, karma caps were introduced.
Now I think he's back, only this time he's figured out he can go for more than just karma.
they use sealink a sat provider. My girlfriend is a marine biology grad student and will be on one of noaa ships The Ronald H. Brown (she leaves tonight for the azores). She has commented on the new system is better for everyone as the PI (primary investigators) will be remote so they can have more help on the ship. This seems to work out as the PI seem to just get in everyones way anyways. For regular ship communications everyone gets emails (that get refereshed twice a day 11 and 6 EST I think).
you wanna post a hyperlink? I'm too bored, and yet somehow not bored enough to bother go searching around his site.
Gravity Sucks
I'm one of the few people it seems that feels there is more information to be learned from our own vastly uncharted seas than far reaches of space.
I will never understand why we keep spending billions to remove trash from the ISS when we could be doing so much more here on Earth under the water.
Is it just not as sexy as space? More discoveries and information have been gleaned from what little oceanic research is done as compared to space. This has always been one of those head scratcher issues with me that I will never understand. Keep looking light-years away for answers when they could be right under your nose the whole time.
http://teasphere.wordpress.com - A little spot of tea
isn't this type of thing just going to lead to your lazy boss spending his entire day at the beach, and using a remote-controlled ASIMO-type robot to look over your shoulder in the office?
If you consider "survival of the species" to be one of the goals of space exploration, then that should help you to understand. No amount of undersea science will help the species survive if we have any one of the "planet killer" scenarios come to bear ... that includes the man-made nuclear ones.
I'm a firm believer that we need a permanent presence of humans somewhere off this rock. One on the Moon and one on Mars would be a good start. And I'm not talking about some rinky-dink "two people at a time" effort. We need to make a committment to putting a couple hundred folks on the Moon in a sustainable habitat. The "sustainable" part is going to be difficult given current technology.
Any high-speed private network using about any protocol would do the same. And I haven't read any evidence the TCP/IP trafic is transiting on the Internet at all. And in fact, there is no need for it to.
Achille Talon
Hop!
Is that you, Timothy Dalton? Are you still reading from the narrative script for "Deep Blue"?
Don't fret too much. The military's been lavishing huge money (example: Glomar Explorer) on the ocean for the entirety of the cold war. Now that we've won that war (and are fighting its non-oceanic dregs and ghosts in the form of OBL, Saddam H. and so on) the potential civilian and scientific uses of all that technology are getting tried out in a big way. Robert Ballard's Mediterranean shipwreck dives were done with the little Navy submersibles, for one example among a whole lot of them. The Russian mini subs are available for hire, and so on.
This is a sort of golden age for shipwrecks and deep sea exploration. It's happening, and there's a lot of cross-benefits between space and the ocean. To wit: this story, or the MBARI cabled submersibles that Bruce Robison uses, juxtaposed with the Mars rovers. Benthic exploratino faces some of the same choices space exploration does. (Do we need to send people down to the Challenger Deep, or remote vehicles?)
These aren't mutually exclusive options at all.
"Fundamentalism" isn't about divine morality. It's about human authority.
It's the same in all stories. Maybe the moderation system has been retuned, so there are much fewer moderators, or sumtin.
Because on one hand, feats like this allow us to explore places currently unreachable by human beings due to the hostile environment.
But on the other hand, feats like also gives more ammo to twits who claim we'll never need a manned mission to the moon, mars (or any other places like it) ever again...
[Now, I'm off to lift my le... Um, visit... at another place.]
shame 1 quote is so misleading... "using high-speed Internet connections to CONTROL robotic vehicles" (emphasis added). the high speed connction doesn't control the ROV at all. its still pilotted by dudes in the control shack on the main vessel. all the net conn does is allow scientists to receive data without waiting and then suggest where the pilots should "fly" the ROV next.
I wonder how long until there is a "remote travel" industry? Imagine walking through a museum while sitting in your chair thousands of miles away. Or stepping out in traffic in England and getting virtually hit because you looked the wrong way.
I Am My Own Worst Enemy
Foundation series. I'm sure you've read it.
Fey diplomat from Anacreon.
Sounds like his cup o' tea.
er, I'm from Washington too (other side of the state). What bugs me is that they can get decent, high-speed access out in the middle of the Atlantic, yet I'm still stuck with a high-latency, FAP-happy satellite connection.
The question is more along the lines of:
... now I just need to find another position, since our grant's expiring ...
1. what if there's a storm surface-side and the Net goes down?
2. are telepresent scientists as effective and as collaborative as scientists on site?
3. how much is too much - in other words, do telepresent scientists all trying to get scientists on site to "do them a favor and jiggle that thing there" become a nuisance for scientists who actually travelled the distance, or do they act as an aid by not getting caught up in the "on the spot feeling" and being more observational and more rational in behaviour?
4. if an expedition is comprised mostly of telepresent scientists, will they log in when the on site scientists are sleeping or eating or will they hog resources at the same time - does it increase utilization or harm it?
5. does virtual champagne tast the same?
check out the August 12 issue of Science for a paper from our lab
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NOAA site on Lost City
as I can get. This cross country crap is gold plated B.S. It's taken the fucking romance out of exploring. No more island babes creeping into your tent at night...
Just goes to show that there are some pretty dumbass scientists out there.
Regarding anceint jeans..... I am curious as I myself contain many different jeans,... in my closet... I have Blue Jeans, Stonewash Jeans, Colored and Faded. I am thinking the Faded Jeans are more Ancient like and thus would allow me to access the Stargate on Atlantis in the Pegasus Galaxy... but I better have a ZED pm around and a working SG code to get thru their force shield,... otherwise my atoms will be splatted throughout subspace for the rest of time.
They're actually connected constantly. I'm IM'ing with them now (I too have folks on the ship). As the diagram showed, the video/research/data signals are going over satellite to the US where they are then put onto both Internet and Internet2. Internet2 being used for research link and some remote viewing sites for kids, Internet for general data use etc.
But can they run Linux?
There's a fine line between genius and insanity. I'm right on it.
A cheaper solution would be just looking to any flies
Maggots next to this are
--- I am known for the ones who want to find me on the net. Is that a privacy risk or a privilege? One might wonder..
The real Atlantis (Flower of Life book) is somewhere in the shallow water of the Tongue of the ocean http://www.tamug.edu/cavebiology/Bahamas/satellite photos.html
Steve Zissou must be quite jealous of this technology...
If a baby duck is a "duckling," why would anyone want to eat "dumplings?"