Random bit o' "put everything into perspective": One Hundred Billion Trillion Habitable Planets
Alan Boss, whose new book The Crowded Universe will soon be on my shelves (and reviewed here), has driven the extrasolar planet story to the top of the news with a single statement. Speaking at the American Association for the Advancement of Science’s annual meeting in Chicago, Boss (Carnegie Institution, Washington) said that the number of Earth-like planets in the universe might be the same as the number of stars, a figure he pegged at one hundred billion trillion.
A universe teeming with life? Inevitably. The Telegraph quoted Boss on the matter in an early report on his presentation:
“If you have a habitable world and let it evolve for a few billion years then inevitably some sort of life will form on it,” said Dr Boss.
“It is sort of running an experiment in your refrigerator - turn it off and something will grow in there.
“It would be impossible to stop life growing on these habitable planets.”
Plus I like this quote:
Apropos of Boss’ comments, our man in the maritime antipodes, Paul Titze, sends along this memorable quotation from Christiaan Huygens, who wrote of these matters in 1695:
What a wonderful and amazing Scheme have we here of the magnificent Vastness of the Universe! So many Suns, so many Earths, and every one of them stock’d with so many Herbs, Trees and Animals, and adorn’d with so many Seas and Mountains! And how must our wonder and admiration be increased when we consider the prodigious distance and multitude of the Stars?
And that reminds me of this:
Our galaxy itself contains a hundred billion stars;
It's a hundred thousand light-years side to side;
It bulges in the middle sixteen thousand light-years thick,
But out by us it's just three thousand light-years wide.
We're thirty thousand light-years from Galactic Central Point,
We go 'round every two hundred million years;
And our galaxy itself is only one of millions of billions
In this amazing and expanding universe.
The universe itself keeps on expanding and expanding,
In all of the directions it can whiz;
As fast as it can go, the speed of light, you know,
Twelve million miles a minute and that's the fastest speed there is.
So remember, when you're feeling very small and insecure,
How amazingly unlikely is your birth;
And pray that there's intelligent life somewhere up in space,
'Cause there's bugger all down here on Earth!
OK, back to our regular Nattering....
Yeah, I think that's literally illegal now. dammit.
But what is that, like 100 instructional days?
Actually, they still have the same schedule now. With boarders from Asia and the Middle East, breaks have to be fairly long for them to return home.
I can't remember what it works out to, but we had half our class schedule on Wednesday and the other half on Saturday, which may have counted as full days, because the second half of each day was for team sports. You needed the whole afternoon because away games could mean 1 to 2 hours of traveling. So I think the 6-day-a-week schedule made up for the longer vacations.
Oh, Saturday. Well, if you've got Saturday, then yes.
It took me a long time to break the "I have to go out on Saturday because it's the only non-school night I have" habit.
What's the likelihood that an animal can tell where the cancer is originating?
Just pulling an answer out of my hat, it seems likely that if it is detecting a tumor by smell, the odor might be stronger where the tumor actually is.
See, I'm just thinking the cancer-cat story is anecdotal. It could just be a coincidence that the cat was poking at the guy's side.
But it's not like double-blind tests can be conducted. (Cats would never sign the consent forms.)
like my former workplace that did nothing for expectant fathers or me when I adopted, but gave a shower to a pregnant female. I should ask if they gave a shower to a much lower level employee who I know was pregnant after I left. But that place was awful about favoritism wrt such things.
As much as I hate the baby shower at work thing, at least we do it for expectant fathers and mothers.
But put me in the camp where you never spend money at work, and certainly not on people above you. I go to work to earn money, not spend it.
Oh yeah, I was pissed when we found out one of the Finance guys was having a baby (like, that day), because there was no shower, no nothing. A male Director did get a shower.
My mom just told me that she went to Michael's to pick up the Santa cross-stitch piece I had made for her (she loves so much she's going to have it stay up year-round instead of just in December). Well, when she went to the framing desk to pick it up, the guy pulled it out and smiled, telling her that a co-worker of his was so enthralled with my work that she went through almost 100 patterns online before she found that exact one to make herself. (I had bought it back in 1992, when I worked at Michael's.) Then, a woman behind her in line said she had to take a look at this piece to see what the big deal was, and she went into raptures over the detail on it.
It's just a cross-stitch pattern that anyone can do just as well as I did, so my head isn't too big with the ego-boost, but I am glad my mom loves it so much. Also, at Christmas she showed it to my niece and nephews before she took it in to get framed, and even the 18-y.o. was impressed, which pleases me just as much!
