Tabby’s Star, or KIC 8462852, to use its Kepler Input Catalog title, has been making headlines in recent months, on account of mysterious fluctuations in its brightness. Explanations have varied. Some astronomers think a swarm of comets orbit the star, dimming its light.
Others have suggested a Dyson Sphere, a large, artificial, structure that harnesses a star’s energy, may be present. Something that would point to the presence of extraterrestrial life. Further recent research into the star’s unusual behaviour, concludes that yes, the star is acting strangely, but still no reason is forthcoming.
Knowing that aliens are succeeding in quenching KIC 8462852 at a rate of approximately .34 percent per year, we have to ask why they are shutting down a primary energy source. The obvious answer is that they’ve realized that we Earthlings are on to them and are reentering this dimension via a sort of astroengineered “death star” portal-vessel to deal with the perceived threat (us!), but given that KIC 12557548’s distance from Earth is over 2,000 light-years, we have to ask how they would even know? How aliens determined that they were being observed by humans before humans even had telescopes or cars will without a doubt be the astrophysical mystery of the coming decades.
A picture of a meal someone was about to eat, for instance, first needed first to be painted. By a painter. Then servants would have to haul the finished work around the town and its environs, soliciting likes. How cumbersome.
Ok, so it’s actually an IKEA advert, but it’s still fun.
Should you stay in a cinema to watch the credit roll of a film all the way to the end, or not? Some people believe it is polite to do so, and see it as a way of acknowledging the work put in by everyone involved in its production.
Fair point. There’s also the chance you might be treated to an Easter egg, or a short post-credit roll scene from the movie, if you stay back.
It’s one thing to lose your job, but to lose your job in a place you cannot possibly leave, is another matter all together. This is the predicament that an explorer of Mars – who was sent to the red planet on a one way, no return trip ever, sort of undertaking – finds himself in. Thus you have the premise for Fired on Mars, a short film by Nick Vokey and Nate Sherman.
People don’t care how their food tastes, as long as it looks amazing when it is photographed, that’s “sight” for you, a recently opened restaurant in New York City, that specialises in the presentation of its dishes, especially for their Instagram loving diners. I’m unable to find the address though. Isn’t that strange?
I’m not sure what drew me to this experiment. That it was being conducted by someone, Taras Kul, calling himself the CrazyRussianHacker, or that it involved throwing dry ice into a swimming pool. It’s something I must try one day.
Photos of people opening pizza boxes, by New York based photographer Chris Gampat. There’s not a sour face to be seen. I’m not sure if this particular aspect of our lives has been documented already, but I’m happy someone did so now.