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  • Mosquitos biting through my genes

    With guidance and permission from the EPA, The Biotech firm, Oxitec, has released a mosquito into the Florida Keys carrying genetically modified genes. Now the state of CA has given approval to do the same. 

    There is no doubt that Aedes aegypti mosquitoes are carriers to diseases such as: Fellow Fever, Zika, Dengue, Chikungunya, to name a few. So putting an end to those diseases would be good for humankind, right?

    On paper is works like this: The modified genes are loaded into the male species, which carry the lethal cargo that kills female progeny in early larval stages. As more females die, the Aedes aegypti population should dwindle. That’s the deal and it worked well in a lab.

    But released into the wild, Barry Commoner’s first law of Ecology comes into play: Everything is connected to everything else. A set of laws that guide my life and what made me such a good diagnostician in the field of Informational Technologies–– knowing that if I mucked with something, its effect would be felt somewhere else.

    So what’s the worse that can happen?

    BITTEN

    Chapter One:

    I was scratching away at a mosquito bite, leaning against the dock railing looking down into the turquoise waters at the confused tarpon swimming upside down, tricked by the submerged floodlights shining up from below. A friend had invited me to this swanky party along the mangroves, one of her clients, and we were deep into a conversation about the state of idiocracy in this country, when she noticed I was bleeding and lifted my palm to see the tips of my fingers wet with blood and my forearm bearing tiny rivulets of the same.  

    “My God! You’re bleeding,” she said straightening up.

    “I must have scratched a mosquito bite a little too hard,” I replied. Offering me her cocktail napkin, embarrassed, I said I would be fine and placed my thumb at the bite. She gave me a sideways look and dabbed away as I tried to pick up where we left off, but I could tell she wasn’t listening, her eyes darting towards my arm.  Removing my thumb she placed the napkin over the bite but it soaked through relatively quickly.

    A nearby server offering an appetizer of wasabi glazed Tuna, was startled to see my forearm tattooed with blood as he nervously handed us a wad of napkins, asking if he needed to call for help. I too quickly thanked him and said it was just a mosquito bite that I had scratched a little too hard and laughed it off.  Skeptical but satisfied he moved on. We placed several napkins over the bite but I could feel the adrenaline pumping beneath and the warming of blood seeping up through the tissues.   My friend insisted we head towards the house to ask the host for some bandages and a bathroom to dress this properly.  Her advice sounded like a good idea at this point, so I held my palm firmly against the bite; not believing it got this far this quickly.  As we walked, I could feel the blood slipping around the gasket of my hold— this is crazy— blood now dripping onto my designer jeans and powder blue sneakers, leaving a trail of dark red beads in the shaved Bermuda grass. We heard a scream behind us, followed by a shout that someone needs to call 911.  Glancing over our shoulders, we could see a body slumped onto the dock with several guests gathered around, some backing away and holding their hands to their mouth.  We looked down to my arm then back at each other–– fear in her eyes and panic in my own (TBC).

  • A Dog named Dally

    Our street, it seems, everyone has a dog, which says much about what great neighbors we have. And sometimes the chorus becomes hysterical— a gathering crescendo of barking started by one — the Metallica equivalent of a canine concert. Then adding to the biophony, their care givers open their back doors and the barks begin to wane under the whistling, clapping of hands or a holler from humans. I’m not sure which is more amusing.

    Often I am asked if I have a dog?  My answer is — I love dogs, yes but no. sort of…..

    May I present to you, “Dally” my dog. Dally the Dalmatian (Steiff) is responsible for my second, long term, memory at the age of two, I can still see myself, holding my mother’s hand and walking up the steps to FAO Schwarz in NYC, my French mother in a white hat and sunglasses, a Polka Dot dress and a throw coat over her shoulders. Me… I was in an itchy wool brown outfit, “bumpy1” socks in brown shoes but I didn’t care. It was my birthday and I was going to FAO Schwarz! Once inside, my mother let go of my hand and followed me trough the stands of towering stuffed horses and giant teddy bears while battery-powered kid driven Stutz Bearcats meandered the isles under the displays that reached to the ceiling. I was oblivious to all that and zeroed in on Dally the Dalmatian (by Steiff). There was something about the tilt of Dally’s head, the wagging mouth and the texture of his fur. That was all I saw that day, somehow knowing Dally would follow me throughout life. Dally is still with me and a little worn for wear, but aren’t we all. Friendship is forever.

    I joke with my wife that if the house were to ever catch fire, I promised her I would make sure she was safely outside, first, but after that I was going back in for Dally and my titanium crypto pass phrase hardware wallet, in that order.

    1Bumpy: I would drive my mother crazy after she manhandled me into that brown itchy wool outfit and socks, then wedging my feet into the stiff leather brown shoes and tying the laces as if to batten down the hatches before a storm, looking me over from head to tow, satisfied of her work. But her smile would not last very long as I proceeded to tell her that my socks were bumpy. With an exhale of,”Mais Mon Dieu!” under her breath (My first long term memory) she would untie my laces, slip off the shoes, smooth out my socks and repeat. Whenever my wife sees me shifting around in a suit these days she asks if my socks are bumpy? But I know she has no intention of untying my shoes.

  • A War of 1’s and 0’s

    The war Russia has brought to the Ukraine is everything horrific about war–– that one person’s life lost is one too many. War is sorrow and fear, the roar of jet-craft overhead, the sound of explosions from artillery and missiles heard everywhere.

    But as wars evolve they seem to be more contained, with fewer deaths–– a side-effect of technology.

    Hardly mentioned is what is going on, silently over the internet. Here is an article that begins to reveal what is happening at the 1’s and 0’s. Take out communications and you stop a modern war in it’s tracks.

    https://www.audacy.com/kywnewsradio/news/business/cyberattacks-accompany-russian-military-assault-on-ukraine

    With Anonymous declaring war on Russia, this is becoming very real that future wars just might be silent. How will victory be claimed? It reminds me of the Star Trek episode (#023), “A Taste Of Armageddon;” A war between two planets that on one hand removes the horrors and destruction of war but those victims of computer simulation are required to report to their nearest disintegration chambers, of which they obediently do.

    We are an aggressive species, seemingly comfortable walking that fine line of both survival and extinction.

    The novel I have been working on (Silversides) is based upon the fact that we, as humans, seen to depict extraterrestrial contact as an invasion; a nightmare for us all. I truly believe it is because we are in denial–– that we can’t help ourselves, that to look in the mirror we see who we are as a species–– we are those extraterrestrials–– someone else’s nightmare.

    I have little doubt the UFO sightings we are seeing are real, but they are just monitoring agents, making sure we don’t leave home.

    “Science Fiction is fact that just hasn’t happened, yet.”

  • I’m Living In Fiction

    if I had told myself, back when I was in my early teens (pre everything) that I would one day be able to step outside my back door and look up to see a space launch on a weekly basis–– yeah… I would believe it, because I was such a SciFi geek then and now–– but I would not know how much of a thrill I would feel each and every launch. The cool thing is hearing the rumble almost 10 minutes later. I never get tired of this

    I’m looking forward to next week’s, Atlas V 541 Launch on March 1st @ 4:32 PM.

    #elonmusk SpaceX #scifi #NASA

    This morning’s SpaceX Launch (02.21.22 @ 9:42 AM)

  • The Metaverse is my little oyster?

    And so it begins… again. After reading Neal Stephenson’s, “Snow Crash“, (pre internet), the 1992 Sci-Fi that coined the Metaverse–– I had such hope for virtual online tech. I was thrilled when SecondLife.com arrived and the creators (Linden Labs) stated using Snow Crash as their blueprint. In the beginning it was very much like the novel: mind-bendingly awesome, explosive, brilliant, and inventive. But as I observed its stages of Eutrophication over the years, it eventually became Hypereutrophic and a cesspool for porn.

    With Playboy wanting to build a virtual mansion on Meta, and seeing the current level of sophistication of what Facebook allows today, it is easy to extrapolate that what became of SecondLife will be the same for Meta. But heck… Porn is the oldest industry and was the first industry to profit on the world wide web.

    However, I do not see this happening to Eve Online, an MMO–– the likes of which you have never seen.

    #meta #eveonline #future

    I don’t see this happening to Eve Online, an MMO the likes you have never seen.

    #meta #eveonline #future

  • LOOK UP!

    Not since the 2006 movie, Idiocracy, has there been a good parody of where we are today (Politically, Socially, Environmentally, Economically, etc.). Watching Don’t Look Up –– as much as I thoroughly enjoyed the humor of this movie–– I found myself cringing at scenes that were a little to close to home.

    The casting was brilliant as was the acting. The storyline is, in my regard, the next big thing Corporate America will chase.

    After 9-11 it became a yearly ritual to practice Disaster Recovery–– which was looked forward to as much as a root canal. I know the concept was a good idea, but in practice it was like chasing lightning–– no matter what was rehearsed would be yesterday’s news: 9-11, Viral Pandemic, Stormageddon, Towering Inferno, Disgruntled Employee, flood, blackout, and the list goes on. I tried to explain to upper management that there was no such thing as being proactive; the best scenario one could hope for was to react to an event faster than it’s effects were felt by the majority of the population. This was my mantra, as an Enterprise Management Guru of SNMP & RMON, for most of my career.

    Which brings me back to “Look Up.” This was a great Sci-Fi Parody. If you want to learn a little more about asteroids–– waiting for the big one–– sign up at Asteroid Day, led by Brian May (Queen Guitarist and Astrophysicist).

    I was so preoccupied with Astronomical disasters that I wrote a series of Sci-Fi Shorts under the title, END OF DAYS, available on Amazon’s Vella Platform. Feel free to download the first three for free, then for a small fee you can read the others and feed a non-so-starving author.

    https://www.amazon.com/kindle-vella/product/B093583FHP/episodeList

    Mark, i know you are out there. This would have been a fun Monday Morning rehash before our day of Idiocracy began.

  • Follow The James Webb Telescope

    With a very smooth and successful launch on Christmas day, The James Webb Telescope is on its way, traveling 1,000,000 miles from Earth, where it will slowly unravel over a two week period, calibrate the mirrors and run through various configurations, while cooling down to -230 C so there is no heat interference gathering the radiation (light) from space. The mirror is three times larger than Hubble and will be our eyes into the 13.3 billion year past (baby pictures are always so cute).

    Congratulations to the ESA, CSA, NASA and to all the team members for this human achievement.

    The size of this telescope is huge: Shield – 21.197 m x 14.162 m (69.5 ft x 46.5 ft), The mirror is 6.5 m (21.3 ft) approximately

    To follow The James Webb Telescope, click here.

    Arianespace’s Ariane 5 rocket launches with NASA’s James Webb Space Telescope onboard, Saturday, Dec. 25, 2021, from the ELA-3 Launch Zone of Europe’s Spaceport at the Guiana Space Centre in Kourou, French Guiana. The James Webb Space Telescope (sometimes called JWST or Webb) is a large infrared telescope with a 21.3 foot (6.5 meter) primary mirror. The observatory will study every phase of cosmic history—from within our solar system to the most distant observable galaxies in the early universe. Photo Credit: (NASA/Bill Ingalls)

  • Nothing says I love you more than a fence

    I think this is a great use of tech (Halo collar), which replaces your underground electric fence with wireless GPS—a fence you can take with you. Absolutely brilliant!

    Imagine, going to a park or beach, pulling up the app and drawing a box on the screen and off your dog, cat, leopard, etc., goes staying within the perimeter. Awesome!

    Now think about dismantling all our prisons and outfitting the incarcerated with halo collars that keeps them in their confinement!! Now expand that to every citizen who refuses to get vaccinated or doesn’t think the way others think or who have blue or brown eyes!!!!

    Tomorrow is already here. This is so much the stuff of a great dystopian SCI-Fi that I need to get working on!!!!! Thank you HALO COLLAR…. Thank you.

    I do think this is a great use of tech–brilliant.

  • Is this the death of Humanity or something else?

    Half of you may be alarmed by this technology, that we are nearing the end of humanity.  And why wouldn’t you think that way?  I mean isn’t this what we authors of Sci-Fi write about–– our dystopian replacements?

    Fortunately, I do’t think it will pan out that way. After a decade of studying animal physiology, sociobiology, ecology, ethology, mico/macro biology organic chemistry, physics and genetics and applying that knowledge in the field as a Marine Biologist, then making a career adjustment into the realm of Information Technology, adding decades of computer engineering, programming, network engineering, enterprise monitoring, and web development into the mix and finally tossing all that knowledge into a blender to write Sci-Fi…. well… “I’ve seen things you people wouldn’t believe.” – Batty, Blade Runner, movie 1982 (Philip K. Dick’s 1968 novel Do Androids Dream of Electric Sheep? )

    What my path in life has taught me is to think freely, reason that all sides are correct, and extrapolate all of this into the future, that we humans, simply put, are these beautiful and magnificent container ships (1976 – The Selfish Gene: Richard Dawkins), governed by both science and faith as a means to protect and propagate our DNA. For millions upon millions of years our strain of DNA has been a passenger on the road map of Natural Selection. But at some point it picked up a willing hitchhiker and entered into a partnership with, Humanity. Then within the last hundred years Humanity made significant strides, pushing aside what was once our road map, now seemingly coming to odds with our partnership.

    One shortfall of humanity–– that our DNA does not have–– is binary reasoning. This is easily observed in everything humanity thinks and does: Up/Down, Left/Right, In/Out, Yes/No, True/False, Good/Evil and so on and so on. In fact, Humanity has created tools of Information Technology to work the same as they do (binary), which has proved to be very successful for us both.

    Referring to the video above, either we (again, still restricted by binary thinking) are devising a new and better tool or we are dissolving the partnership and Humanity .

    WHAT WE KNOW SO FAR

    Humanity and its contents (DNA) are still governed by Physical and Biological controls: Sunlight, Oxygen, Water, Temperature, Gravity and a slew of biologics, such as mutation, disease, aging which eventually leads to death. As long as the propagation can stay ahead of death, then our partnership remains successful. But we know some things, that everything that has ever lived, dies and nothing lasts forever. We are confined to this world and this world will not last forever, either.

    So here we are approaching the threshold of Humanity revising the partnership with our DNA. First, we need convince Humanity and DNA that we are passing on the baton, but still in the race. To do that we need a better container ship, one that is free of physical and biological controls (Time to die – Batty, Blade Runner). Secondly, we need to become a Quantum being: In/Out and the Other Thing (Thank you JFK), free of binary reasoning. Thirdly, we need to transfer our partnership (Our Soul) into this new entity saying goodby to Humanity and DNA once and for all, but carrying on the memes (see: The Selfish Gene / Richard Dawkins – 1976), of everything that ever was until the next partnership renewal, other realms, where we will get closer to understanding who are the Engineers (Robert Reed series: Beyond The Veil Of Stars/Beneath The Gated Sky).

  • The Pandemic is child’s play compared to this….

    Q: Solar flare is to CME:

    A: As dog is to cat.

    B. As muzzle flash is to cannonball.

    C. As bow is to arrow.

    ANSWER: B – Muzzle flash is to cannonball.

    I don’t ever recall seeing this question on my SAT, but, like it or not, we, and I mean our brother and sister planets, have been playing a game of galactic roulette for billions of years. The sun, our keeper, our destroyer, fires off FLARES & CORONAL MASS EJECTIONS (CME) constantly, but we (Earth) are not the easiest target to hit. The farther away the planet is to the sun, the harder the target is to hit. Of the two, the CME is the one to worry about. These CMEs can shoot off from the sun’s surface in any direction, but hitting us directly s like shooting at clay pigeons with a blindfold on.

    Maybe not knowing what is heading our way is bliss, but if you have an inquiring mind, here are some tools to get you informed.

    First, sign up on a good space weather app to get alerts. I chose to use NOAA’s Space Weather Prediction Center. A typical alert looks like this: (see below: This was from Nov. 4th, 2021… now, as of this writing). This is a G3, K-index of 7….. considered strong and likely to disrupt HF radio and some navigation. The lucky ones might be able to see an Aurora 

    Aurora may be seen as low as Pennsylvania to Iowa to Oregon.

    .

    To aid you in what the K-index, NOAA Scale and horizontal Geomagnetic latitude are: use these charts:

    Was Mars an unlucky clay pigeon? Maybe one day we will find out.