There is some muttering that this awesome dancing video is a viral ad of some sort, but to be honest, if it is, who cares? Just awesome. More videos from the team behind it here: http://www.youtube.com/user/YAKfilms
For reasons best left undisclosed Isotoma rapidly descended into swapping Big Train sketches this afternoon. Ladies and Gentlemen – Isotoma’s top 9:
A long hiatus, I know, and this is just a repost from the b3ta newsletter but I just had to share it
Stephen Hawking is telling us to be afraid, to be very afraid. In some sort of Mars Attacks/Independence Day nightmarish vision of the future he suggests:
“If aliens visit us, the outcome would be much as when Columbus landed in America, which didn’t turn out well for the Native Americans”
Thanks for that, Stevey-boy. I mean clearly, if they have the technology to get to us before we have the technology to get to them, it’s likely that we’ll be cousin Cletus to their Eustace Tilley, but there’s no need to get all doom and gloom about it. Let’s not just ignore the possibility that Star Trek might be how it turns out. Please?
And anyway, his dire warning does rather ignore the obvious question… “Where the hell is everybody, anyway?”
In 1950 the physicist Enrico Fermi asked that same question in what’s become known as Fermi’s Paradox. Essentially he asked “If there are so many potentially habitable planets, signs of extra terrestrial life should be common. So. Where are they all?”
In 1961 Frank Drake prepared an equation that attempted to address this question by trying to estimate how many alien civilisations are out there, able to communicate with us, at any one time. Put most simply he took the number of stars in the Milky Way and slowly whittled it down by the fraction that had planets, the fraction of those that had planets that could potentially support life, the fraction of those that actually develop life, the fraction of those that develop intelligent life, and finally the fraction of those intelligent lifeforms that develop technology that we could identify.
The final parameter in the equation (called L) is the length of time such civilisations survive to release detectable signals into space. Tying all of these factors together gives you an estimate of the number of civilisations that we could/should be hearing from, right now.
Unfortunately using Drake’s equation the only way to satisfactorily answer (for some value of satisfactory) Fermi’s Paradox is to make L painfully short.
In the eighties, particularly among the sandal wearing CND types, it was popular to assume that L was short because intelligent life was inherently self-destructive. For them this seemed obvious because human life on earth had only been producing identifiable electro-magnetic radiation for 100 years, yet within the first 50 years of those 100 we had invented and detonated the atomic bomb. Not for us the utopia of vast, peaceful, galactic federations, but instead a miserable existence that went from soul crushing feudal poverty to mutually assured destruction in a few short centuries.
In 1996 a guy by the name of Robin Hanson formalised the approach to Fermi’s Paradox in logic as “The Great Filter“. In it he reached the conclusion that if indeed it is easy to evolve to the current state of human intelligence then our future must be, by logical extension, extremely bleak.
Posing this as a logic problem and then reaching that sort of conclusion has lead many people to attempt to provide a rationalisation. Now that the fear of nuclear holocaust has all but passed we find ourselves looking at other societal ills to explain the inherent shortness of L; cf. “Why We Haven’t Met Any Aliens” from 2006, blaming video games (I can’t help thinking if the author of that particular piece had been from the 18th Century he would have blamed it on the effects of Gin).
Frankly it’s all a bit bloody miserable.
To which I say sod formal logic. I like to think that they are out there, that they are on their way, and that when they get here they’ll be like Jeff Goldblum and Jim Carrey in Earth Girls Are Easy. Furry, horny and dumb as a box of rocks.
But that’s just my view.
Sheer class (from this week’s B3ta, of course):
This week’s top 10 Masterchef innuendos.
Florence and the Machine’s cover of You Got The Love is really starting to get on my tits. If I hear one more gushing “ooh, what a great version” or, worse, one more person telling me what a great track it is, completely unaware of the original, I shall be moved to violence.
Here, ladies and gentlemen, is John Truelove‘s original version – melding Candi Staton’s acapella vocal with Frankie Knuckles Your Love in the one true version. Re-released, remixed, re-recorded many many times this is, for me at least, the one we should all remember.
And please, if we’re going to get gooey about modern cover versions, sod Florence and The Machine and Joss Stone. Try The XX version instead.
Another music post (hey, at least it’s not delicious links about Python…)
In 1969 Sandie Shaw (of Puppet on a String fame, no less) recorded her first self produced album – Reviewing The Situation. Instead of the bubble gum pop she’d previously been recording this new project was a covers album of tracks by acts like The Beatles, The Stones, Bob Dylan and Led Zeppelin; think of it as an early All Back To Mine or Late Night Tales.
Some tracks are ill advised (Sympathy for the Devil) while others are just straight lounge (Love Me Do) but overall it’s an overlooked slice of the sort of sublime psychedelic pop that swinging London did so well. And there’s just something about her version of Your Time is Gonna Come (the first Led Zep cover ever released) that does it for me every time.