The solar system is bullet shaped. [link]
Our solar system flies through space in the shape of a speeding bullet, according to data from NASA's two Voyager spacecraft.
The sun and its planets are known to streak through the void of space at approximately 62,000 miles (100,000 kilometers) an hour.
The system travels within a bubble of solar wind—made of charged particles from the sun—called the heliosphere.
The edge of this bubble collides with the Milky Way galaxy's magnetic field at a distance some 200 times farther from the sun than Earth is.
A research team led by Merav Opher at Virginia's George Mason University found that, just outside the solar system, this interstellar magnetic field is inclined at a 60-degree angle relative to the plane of the Milky Way.
The solar system takes on its streamlined shape as it strikes the magnetic field at this angle, Opher explained.
"The shape of the solar system, this bullet, is really shaped by what lies ahead of us—the interstellar magnetic field," Opher said.
Is that a heliosphere in your pocket or are you just glad to see me?
I just read that story about the divorce stats
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There's the link to the story on Yahoo News, and it talks about how it was calculated
Did it specify exactly where?
Apparently my elevator believes it exists in Los Angeles, IL.
My elevator doesn't talk to me.
I feel deprived.
My elevator doesn't talk to me.
We don't even have an elevator! (OK, one-story building, but still!)
Thanks for the link, connie.
America's divorce rate began climbing in the late 1960s and skyrocketed during the '70s and early '80s, as virtually every state adopted no-fault divorce laws. The rate peaked at 5.3 divorces per 1,000 people in 1981.
5.3 divorces per 1000 people? Married or unmarried? Statistics make my head hurt.
At least it appears the experts are confused too. Or at least all over the place in interpretation.
At least it appears the experts are confused too
I liked the divorce attorney saying he wasn't worried about his job.
I liked the divorce attorney saying he wasn't worried about his job.
Maybe he's putting up beef/cheesecake "Life is short, divorce now" billboards like those chicks in Chicago.
The elevators in my building are the old-fashioned kind with the metal gate on the inside that you have to slide open and closed. They don't talk. But it'd be good if they did...
Dude. Close my gate when you leave. You want someone else on a different floor to be able to use me, right?
...and you'd better not steal my lightbulb!
Mmmhmm. Speakerphone person started listening to her messages and then picked up the handset when it was (assuming here) her husband. So if you get that some messages aren't for everyone, can't you think about why any of your messages should be for anyone?