Sunday, August 13, 2006

Superstition (Stevie Wonder)


Language: Russian

This is something that would normally spark lots of writing, for me, but I'm a little pressed for time, so I'll just say that if you're at all scientifically-inclined, and you've got time on your hands, even a little, that you might consider doing your part to help out science at the Stardust@Home website.

There's more detail there, but the quick version is:

In January, the Stardust spacecraft returned to Earth with a sample of cosmic dust. It is estimated that the collection plates (which are made of aerogel, which is very possibly the coolest substance that ever has been, or ever will be, created by humans -- if anybody is looking for Christmas present ideas for me, or even if you're not, click here.) hold about 45 microscopic pieces of interstellar dust.

Which is of course difficult to see, being microscopic and all. Searching for dust particles in the aerogel is not easily automated, so the directors of the project are seeking volunteers to look at photos in search of particle tracks. It's not really a distributed-computing project like SETI@Home is, because they don't care about your computer's specs particularly, but it's the same sort of concept, people volunteering time to complete a scientific task which would otherwise take forever to do. Check it out if you're at all interested. It does get to be sort of perversely fun after a while. And there are prizes, kinda.

-Jessi

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Very superstitious writing on the wall:
very superstitious, lowered the ladder close.
The glass baby of 13 months was broken, looking old.
The 7 good years, into your past of bad-luck things.

When you believe you don't understand things,
you suffer in the After-This. That
superstitious road won't be it.

That hand is very superstitious, and it washes your side,
does everything. I can rid you of those problems.
Daydream, hold me, hold me strong: they goin' in.
You don't wanna make me preserves. Despondently, you will be my song.

When you believe you do not understand things,
you suffer in the After-This. That
superstitious road won't be it. Yeah, yeah.

Nothing is very superstitious – more to say –
very superstitious on his devil road.
The glass baby of 13 months is broke, looking old.
The 7 good years into your past of bad luck things.

When you believe you do not understand things,
you suffer in the After-This. That
superstitious road won't be it. No no no no no.

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