Wednesday, October 12, 2022

Mystics' Bay/Bird Box Curios

 UNDER CONSTRUCTION

 

The SpaceFarers Alien Landscapes item presentation has four components.

  • First is a technical description or metadata.
  • The story component is just for fun. Eventually, every item will be part of the Horizon Hunters adventure, in which eight-year-olds Trish McKuen and Jason Viers are never exactly what they seem.
  • Fantastic and original graphics, when available, add imagery to the action. Visitors may submit original graphics to admin@alienlandscapes.biz and receive credit for them if they are published.
  • Lastly, we invite our visitors, product users, and manufacturers to comment on the products and our presentation of them. Comments here provide opportunities for reviewers and other visitors to interact with one another and vendors, make comparisons, give tips, and tell stories. It's almost like being there.

We think these features make our space fun as well as useful. Let us know what you think.

Comment on Bird Box curios below. And return to the Alien Landscapes site for more.

Wednesday, March 23, 2022

Mystics' Bay/Shaman Drums

 

The SpaceFarers Alien Landscapes item presentation has four components.

  • First is a technical description or metadata.
  • The story component is just for fun. Eventually, every item will be part of the Horizon Hunters adventure, in which eight-year-olds Trish McKuen and Jason Viers are never exactly what they seem.
  • Fantastic and original graphics, when available, add imagery to the action. Visitors may submit original graphics to admin@alienlandscapes.biz and receive credit for them if they are published.
  • Lastly, we invite our visitors, product users, and manufacturers to comment on the product and our presentation of it.

We think these features make our space fun as well as useful. Let us know what you think.

Comment below. And return to the Alien Landscapes site for more.

Thursday, July 22, 2021

Serionix/Colorfil: An Approach to Cleaner/Safer Air in Your Space

 

 Artwork by Margaret Ann Smith

In a way, this is a free add for Serionix. The startup makes air filters. We chose this tech because it is on the path to space colonization. In fact, NASA is using it to deal with odor problems on the International Space Station and in space suits. No air gets dirtier than zero-gravity air. Or buggier. Last we heard, Serionix and NASA were studying application to medical face masks that not only kill bacterial and viruses and deactivate ammonia and formaldehyde contaminants in air, but change color when depleted.

Our story about Serionix has three components. One is technical, as above. The story component is just for fun. Eventually, every item will be part of the Jason & Trish adventure. Fantastic graphics, like the one by Margaret Ann Smith on our site, add imagery to the action. Lastly, we give our visitors opportunities to comment on the product and our presentation of it, We think these make our space fun. Let us know what you think.

Comment below. And return to the site for more.

Friday, June 11, 2021

Life is What Happens While You Are Trying to Do Science: Mystics' Bay

 

The scientist who tells you that ghosts don’t exist doesn’t exist.

 

When it comes to the paranormal, a scientist will more likely tell you, “I wouldn’t know.” But science can be, and often is, conflated with religion. What I mean is that the belief in science as a body of truth is equivalent to religious faith and is just as unscientific. It follows that scientists (and teachers) who rely on their credentials for credibility in an argument are resorting to intimidation. They are casting themselves in the role of priests.

 

Scientific American describes an encounter between a screenwriter and a scientist from the point of view of the latter in the article Ghosts, Aliens, Quantum Gravity, Extra Dimensions, Sci-Fi--and the Rules of Science.” The screenwriter wants the scientist to authenticate a speculation by sanctioning the possibility of a scientific impossibility. Says the scientist, “Science certainly is not the static statement of universal laws we all hear about in elementary school. Nor is it a set of arbitrary rules. Science is an evolving body of knowledge. Many of the ideas we are currently in­vestigating will prove to be wrong or incomplete. Scientific descriptions certainly change as we cross the boundaries that circumscribe what we know and venture into more remote territory where we can glimpse hints of the deeper truths beyond.”

 

Star Trek: Voyager episode “Sacred Ground” describes a similar encounter, albeit a fictional one, from the point of view of scientists whose predictions prove laughably inadequate. The story is a philosophically trenchant thought experiment.

 

Science functions by observation and measurement. The process works well on things we know how to measure reproducibly and repeatably. But observation alone can be suggestive. Indeed, there are numerous examples of photographs that seem to prove the existence of ghosts. That said, photographs are not measurements because the ability to be photographed is an attribute, not a quantity. It can also be technically undependable. In addition, no one has demonstrated an ability to reliably invoke spectral phenomena.

 

Let’s get this straight; I don’t believe in ghosts. Belief in the paranormal would be too much of a stretch for someone who sees himself as a rocket scientist. Until recently, I didn’t see, hear, or otherwise come in contact with anything spectral. I still haven’t recognized a ghost in real-time. None of that has kept me from enjoying the film Ghost Busters, or, for that matter, trips to Bisbee, Arizona, and the ghost tours therein. I did take lots of pictures, including the one below, which I like as an out-of-focus, long-exposure photographic sketch of a ghost tour in progress at Opera Drive in Bisbee. The woman with the fascinator top hat and the lantern was our “ghost host,” a mortal.

 

We stayed at the Bisbee Inn, the restored LaMore Hotel on OK Street. It was April, still cold at night in the mile-high former mining town. Our room, 23, the so-called “Cat Room,” named for the supposed ghost cat who haunts it, lies in the corner of the building on the second floor between rooms 12 and 14.

 

Except for us, the hotel was empty, so I felt perfectly comfortable hanging out on the darkened mezzanine trying to get a photo of the closed doors to rooms 12 and 23 together. I was only able to do it by using the panoramic feature of an iPhone while simultaneously scanning with an LED flashlight. Messy, but the result seemed okay.

Two weeks later, while examining the shot on a larger screen, I noticed an unintended image. I showed the photo to friends and family with the disinterested demeanor of a Vulcan. They all saw the same thing — the back of a slender woman with long, dark hair (or possibly a black veil) in a white gown, hands behind her back. “It’s someone’s reflection in the door, right?” they asked.

I explained the photograph to a young friend who has tech expertise and science acumen beyond his years. His conclusion: “It’s stitching algorithm error,” he said, proceeding to show me examples of vastly distorted shapes. Maybe so, but the only similar “ghosts” I have seen have been double exposures. To create one, you would need a model for the spirit in question, which I have neither seen nor photographed. It’s not Photoshopped, either, although I admit it looks like it could be. Another possibility I have considered is a “ghost” image resulting from the movement of objects between frames during stitching. The object in question is firmly within the left frame, however. Besides, there were no moving objects in the area except for me, and I don’t look like that.

 

When we returned to the Bisbee Inn in April of the following year, I examined, with some other explorers on a ghost tour, the surface of the door to Room 23, looking for something, maybe a hologram, embedded in the surface, but we found nothing.

 

On that same trip to Bisbee, we hooked up with an outfit that had ghost-hunting gear, in particular a hand-held thermal camera and a laser grid pen. Our guide shuttled us around Bisbee in a golf cart. It was dark, cold at 5,000 feet elevation, and, well, spooky. We stopped at the old cemetery, now a park, on Opera Drive. We were instructed in the use of the laser grid (look for curved lines) and viewed each other with the thermal camera. It was low resolution, but bare skin showed up as red, cooler surfaces as green, and the coolest as blue. We were ready.

 

We visited many sites, heard many sad tales, but I remember just two. We drove up a steep narrow lane to an abandoned house and dismounted. I had been experimenting with the instruments and an iPhone camera, but I never really figured out how to capture an infrared image on the thermal camera. I just used the iPhone with the laser grid, not knowing exactly what to look for and pretty much shivering the whole time. Only later did I notice what I had captured, and even then, I did not understand.

 

The first photo below I intended merely as an establishing shot. I used the strobe. That’s our guide at the top of the stairs, looking past the garden gate at address 816C, the site of lost love and suicide. 

 

Note the overgrown garden with a mass of small, white flowers to the right of the stairs. Note, too, the fog to the left of the stairs. My daughter, also my apparition consultant, later identified it as an “orb”, which I think of as a more-or-less spherical mass of cold air. I would have ignored it, except for the curved contour lines of phosphorescent green dots on the laser grid in the following photo (no strobe). They say that is evidence of a large orb, an artifact of spirit activity, hanging just off my port bow.

Later on, we approached the rear of a decaying and abandoned hotel on Subway Street, crossed a broken concrete bridge spanning a drainage swale, and arrived at a gated doorway we had originally planned to peek into, but it was open. Lights in hand, we entered. I was carrying what was by then my favorite tool, the thermal camera. We moved cautiously over broken floors until we arrived at what had been a kitchen. En route, we passed new-looking pull-down ladders giving access to what must have been the attic. I decided not to speculate on their purpose. As we exited, we heard movement. The new arrivals were a lightly clad trio, a couple of teenagers and an adult. Our guide inquired if they had permission to be there. I said nothing, perplexed by what was on the thermal camera’s screen. I heard the girl saying how appropriate it was that the last thing she would see before leaving was the hotel. I assumed she meant before leaving Bisbee. They didn’t exactly disappear; they just rounded a corner and were silently gone. I checked the camera against the two mortals with me. They showed body heat as red pixels where you’d expect to see them. What I had seen with the instrument trained on the three interlopers, though, was three blue silhouettes, colder than the green background of the hotel walls.

 

I have no record of those events, just a memory. I suppose you could say it was all happening in my head. But everything we call “real” is in our heads, all of it sensory input mediated by our brains and registered by bioelectric fields. In principle, you could create an alternative reality by making electrical inputs to the visual, auditory, and other sensory centers of our brains. I learned from my consultant on such matters that spirits can appear indistinguishable from mortals. I will take these experiences under advisement and await more data, but I will not actively seek it. I consider that there is a causal connection between apparitions and the consciousness they cross — no witness, no ghost. Therefore, I posit that there are no ghosts on Mars. Not yet anyway.

 

Still, where there are sentients, I believe there will always be some kind of mysticism, which is why you will soon see in Alien Landscapes a new section called “Mystics’ Bay.” A real mystic will curate it, and real mystics will populate its shops. It will have its own weird story with its own spooky characters. I hope it will remind me of New Orleans before Hurricane Katrina, only weirder. Better than Halloween. Happy Haunting.


Saturday, March 6, 2021

Alien Landscapes Adventures Team Building Launches

Welcome to the greatest single adventure opportunity in the last 400 years. SpaceFarers Corporation is building a team to create Alien Landscapes Adventures, featuring adventure shopping, out-of-this-world entertainment, lodging, and fine dining for affluent professionals on the hunt for a way to cope with a harsher environment and less reliable public infrastructure.

Check out the implied co-marketing opportunity. Let us know what you want to see in a SpaceFarers Corporation Alien Landscapes park, and how you might want to fit into our corporate structure as a visitor, partner, vendor, startup sustainability tech company, established company with market awareness needs, or a researcher seeking crowdsourced application ideas, etc. See the minimum viable online product at www.alienlandscapes.biz and learn about our vision to, well, save the planet (as a solar system park).

 

P.S. — Of course we love Elon Musk and Jeff Bezos; they’re doing the transportation part of what matures into a corporate builder of colonies in space.

Thursday, June 11, 2020

Government, Get Out of the Way (We Can't Breathe)



On June 10th, I attended what I think of as a “Morning in America” meditation by Lynne McTaggart, an American alternative medicine activist, lecturer, journalist, author, and publisher who lives in London. “Our intention,” she said, “is that all of the energy of the Black Lives Matter protest be funneled into a positive and effective superordinate goal in communities across America to create positive change and positive connection between people of all ethnicities.”

This parallels a Discovery Channel presentation in the US about the injustices visited on Black people at the hands of police (and others), especially by the white Minneapolis cop who killed George Floyd (the most recent example, and the trigger for the COVID-19 post-lockdown riots). In response, Oprah Winfrey was sitting down with Black thought leaders, activists, and artists, guiding them in conversation and creating plans for our future to answer the question, "Where do we go from here?"

Biosphere 2 near Tucson, Arizona began as a project of Space Biospheres Ventures to engineer a closed ecosystem for eight human "Biospherians" in order to study the physical, biological, environmental, and behavioral problems of space colonization. At dusk, the view from inside actually has a Martian aspect. Presently in the custody of the University of Arizona, it has been divested of its first, best use and relegated to the status of an elaborate greenhouse harboring government-funded ecological science projects. Without exception, those would be better done in an ordinary greenhouse. Difficult and expensive to maintain and without benefit of a productive business model, Biosphere 2 has been falling into disrepair. Private ownership could reverse that if the stuffy academics were dropped.
I noted the comparison of the Black economic experience to the endgame of Monopoly, in which all resources are owned. After a certain point, you can’t win. Monopoly, like Capitalism, is a fun game, but it is only fun in the beginning, while there are still resources available. Now that we have come to the point where Capitalism is not fun for too many of us, an all-Black panel is trying to decide “Where do we go from here?” But “we” are all of us. Black people are just people, and they are not alone in their misery.

An entire generation, Generation Z, is faced with a similar dilemma, and they, too, are considering a massive redistribution of wealth as a possible solution. Probably, that would make matters worse. It is not possible to win a revolution without replacing the existing regime with one that is merely better at killing, unless you have a frontier. Frontiers offer both refuge and help.

More than four centuries ago, when minority Europeans experienced enclosure, which is what we are talking about here, they exercised an opportunity they had to leave for destinations that offered resources without proprietors. That saved Europe, especially England, from a bloodbath. The equivalent of those locations, a new frontier, now exists only beyond Earth. Accessing it will require a concerted global effort, and success will turn Earth into our first solar system park. It will do that by relocating the centers of industry and population off-world, solving yet another global problem, climate change.

The “frontier formation solution” is scalable, something that can be done locally as well as nationally and globally. It creates an explosion of entrepreneurship that will provide local and renewable sources of clean water, clean air, power, food, manufactured articles, housing, and it will make landfills obsolete. It can educate and entertain, build consensus and provide employment. These are the requirements of a colony in space, but they are also the requirements of a sustainable existence here on Earth.

We can replace fragile and unsustainable electrical and water infrastructures with microgrids that we build and maintain together. This creates multi-use communities that co-locate work, education, and family life, largely replacing transportation with communication. Local production and the absence of a need to commute and gather in crowded settings will help prevent future pandemics. Healthy communities also relieve the emotional stresses that compromise relationships and immune systems.

This is not only a worthy superordinate goal for humanity. It is also a means to bring us together in anticipation of a great adventure. This superlative journey, preparing to build colonies in space, finding the technology, building prototypes on Earth, creating the story, playing it out, making it the subject of art and letters, all of that is a great investment for people who make money by supporting startups focused on the future. Here is an opportunity for people to become, not cogs in a someone else’s industrial machine, but men and women of destiny.

We have already decided that the status quo will not do. Whatever governance we adopt in the new place will represent a chance to start something new, something from scratch, rather than rework something old against vigorous resistance from existing authorities. Our new venture cannot be a creature of government, but a commercial blend of entertainment, education, and co-marketing that bridges the gap between research and commercialization, provides startups with opportunities to prove value, and promotes market and regulatory acceptance of new and repurposed sustainability products on the path to space colonization. When we are done, governments will have little choice but to get out of the way.