Saturday, June 29, 2019

9 Things That Make Earth the Perfect Place for Life

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9 Things That Make Earth the Perfect Place for Life





It's not too surprising that the Earth is so hospitable to life — we would never have evolved enough to wonder about it if it weren't. But when you start to look at all of the things that have come together in just the perfect way to support plants and animals, it gets a little mind-boggling. It's not just about air, water, and distance from the sun. Here are the nine ingredients for a habitable planet.

The Recipe for Life

Whenever astronomers announce the discovery of an "Earth-like planet," they're usually talking about planets with roughly Earth-like gravity that are close enough to their star to be warm but not hot and that may (or may not) have liquid water. But there's a whole lot beyond those three must-have ingredients that makes Earth special. Here's an (incomplete) roundup:
  • The moon: The Earth has a slight tilt and teeters like a top as it spins, which can cause drastic shifts in climate over the course of thousands of years. But because of the moon's stabilizing effect on our orbit, our climate is a lot more steady. Plus, the moon causes the tides, and some biologists think life began in tidal pools.
  • Stable rotation: There's no reason to think that a planet without a stable rotation would be completely inhabitable (actually, some people think such "eyeball planets" could be our best bet for aliens), but the regularity and frequency of day and night on this planet go far to prevent extreme temperatures and encourage life.
  • A magnetic field: Our planet is blessed with a strong, stable magnetic field, which staves off the cosmic rays and solar flares that would otherwise fry the planet every now and then. It's also tied up with the next must-have feature on the list ...
  • Dynamic geology: The cloud of gas and dust that eventually coalesced into the Earth contained enough radioactive elements to keep the core of the planet churning merrily for billions of years. Without that motion, there wouldn't be a magnetic field at all.
  • Atmosphere: Of course, we can't discount the importance of the ozone layer. Back in the very early days of life, plant-like organisms unknowingly made way for animal life by filling the atmosphere with oxygen. That high-altitude layer of gas shielded early animals from lethal radiation.
  • Isolation: Venus and Mars are close to the Earth, but our solar system as a whole is in the middle of nowhere. Because we're far from the major spiral arms of the Milky Way, we're in a lot less danger of running afoul of some greater star's gravitational pull (among other hazards).
  • Long-lived sun: Our sun is a yellow dwarf, a relatively rare type of star that's both small and stable. It also has a long life, and probably won't start to fizzle out for another five billion years or so. Larger stars generally burn hotter and die sooner, while smaller stars have a tendency to spit out enormous plumes of radiation.
  • Plenty of time: The sun has about five billion years left, and the Earth itself is around four and a half billion years old. But life only arrived in that last half-billion. We're here because our planet was sturdy enough to last until the first signs of life appeared.
  • Gas-giant neighbors: Sure, the sun and moon are great, but there's another soldier on the battlefield to help make Earth habitable: Jupiter. In general, gas giants tend to clump up near their home stars. But because they're toward the outside of our solar system, their intense gravity conveniently catches wayward asteroids and comets, making events like the one that killed the dinosaurs a rarity.

Rare or Mediocre?

These are just a few of the items on the long list of features that make Earth more habitable than the average planet. And the fact that the list of essential features is so long might suggest that life is incredibly rare in the universe, or even that ours is the only planet that satisfies all of the necessary conditions. In reality, there are two concepts at play here, although they seem to be mutually exclusive. Call it the "rare Earth" hypothesis versus the "mediocrity principle" hypothesis. The first says that the conditions that have led to life on Earth are so finicky and uncommon that there probably aren't a lot of other planets that meet all the criteria. The second says that if you choose something at random from a set of many other objects, it's more likely to be a middle-of-the-road example of the group than representative of one of the group's extremes. In other words, there is probably another Earth out there just because it's statistically more likely that our planet is like other planets than unlike them.
The problem with the mediocrity principle is that the Earth isn't chosen randomly from all of the planets in the universe. In fact, our planet might be one of the extremes, if only the extremes can actually support life. Marveling that the planet that we happen to live on also happens to be very well suited to life is a bit like marveling that polar bears live in a place where their white fur can blend in with the snow — they didn't "happen" to evolve in a snowy environment just like we didn't "happen" to show up in a place that's well-suited for life. Still, the foundational belief behind the mediocrity principle is probably true: There's nothing about this particular planet or this particular star that makes it better for supporting life than others that have the exact same hospitable circumstances.

Leo Africanus - A Man of Two Worlds

Al Hassan ibn Muhammad al-Wazzan al-Fassi, better known to western scholars as Leo Africanus is considered the last of the great Muslim Intellectuals to pass along Islamic learning to the Pre-Renessaince Europe.

A Man of Two Worlds
By Tom Verde
Aramco, Jan/Feb 2008 issue

In the “Northern Italian” room of Washington’s National Gallery of Art hangs a somber, dark-toned likeness of a young scholar entitled “Portrait of a Humanist.” Painted in Rome about 1520, the bearded, black-robed figure stands partially illuminated in a three-quarters pose. His dark eyes are fixed, his posture self-assured. His long, elegant hands seem well-suited to the tools of his trade at his side: quill and ink, leather-bound volumes and— a fairly recent invention— a globe.

Some have suggested that the “Humanist” may have been a poet friend of the artist, the Venetian Sebastiano del Piombo. But others suspect that the shadowy figure with the vaguely Moorish features was in fact Al Hassan ibn Muhammad al-Wazzan al-Fassi, better known to western scholars as Leo Africanus.

The fact that, even in portraiture, he remains elusive is characteristic of this man from Fez, who served both sultans and popes, may have inspired Shakespeare’s Othello and remained the West’s foremost authority on the geography, history and culture of sub-Saharan Africa for 500 years after his own time.

Two years before Leo was born in 1494, his family fled the Spanish conquest of Granada and settled in Fez, Morocco, where Leo attended school at the Karaouine Mosque. Its minaret, above, remains a leading landmark of the city.

A traveler-historian in the tradition of Ibn Battuta, Ibn Khaldun and Ibn Jubayr, Leo was a man of many talents, occupations and adventures. He was, at various times, a diplomat, jurist, hospital administrator, geographer, teacher, political prisoner and international celebrity. In the course of his travels from Timbuktu to Istanbul, he survived Atlas mountain blizzards and Nile crocodile attacks only to be kidnapped by pirates and presented to Pope Leo x in Rome, where he ostensibly converted to Christianity. Though it’s believed he eventually returned both to Islam and to North Africa, he gained fame while in Italy for his knowledge of the Maghrib, or North Africa, and the African interior, which he set down in a book whose English-language version was called The History and Description of Africa and of the Notable Things Therein Contained.
Karaouine mosque
Even though modern Moroccans are proud to claim him as one of their own, some admit he is not so easily pinned down.

“His cultural and national identities can be hard to determine, because they were altogether subtle,” said historian Lotfi Bouchentouf of Hassan II University at Ain Chok, near Casablanca. “He was a Muslim who lived as a Christian and wrote for a Christian audience about the world of Islam. He was a man of many levels.”

No one, however, disputes the value of his writing. Titled Cosmographia & Geographia de Affrica in manuscript form, Leo’s book was published in Venice in 1550 as Della descrittione dell’Africa (See “Found in Translation”); it offered European scholars, explorers and mapmakers — not to mention gold-thirsty monarchs — detailed descriptions of the Barbary coast and the fabled, gold-trading kingdoms of Central Africa.

“It was a different vision of Africa and Morocco than had ever been set down before. It was completely new,” said historian Ahmed Boucharb, former dean of the school of arts and sciences at Muhammad v University’s Casablanca campus. “He was writing about things that hadn’t attracted the attention of his contemporaries — how people lived, how they ate, how they dressed, their economy, their habits, superstitions, customs and cultural lives.”

Such new information was highly prized at a time when western knowledge of the African continent amounted to little more than scattered medieval myths of monsters and classical accounts of headless men whose faces were on their torsos. In this respect, Leo is considered the last of the great Muslim intellectuals to pass along Islamic learning to the West — the final steward of a 500-year cultural exchange.

The gilding on that age had begun to fade at the time of Leo’s birth in Granada, around 1494. Just two years earlier, the last of its Nasrid sultans surrendered Granada to the armies of the Reconquista before seeking refuge across the Mediterranean in Fez. He was followed by droves of his fellow Spanish Muslims, and Leo’s family was among them.

Wealthy and well-connected, the al-Wazzans probably settled in Fez’s Andalusian quarter, just across the Bou Khareb River from the Karaouine Mosque and its madrasa, the most important religious and intellectual center of a culture deeply devoted to learning.

“Those Arabians which inhabite Barbarie, or upon the coast of the Mediterran sea, are greatly addicted unto the studie of good artes and sciences,” observed Leo in Book I of his History.

As a Karaouine student himself, Leo studied “Grammar, Poetrie, Rhetorick … Cabala, Astronomie and other ingenuous sciences,” according to John Pory, translator of the only English-language edition of the History, published in 1600. Leo was a good student, and earned the title of qadi, or judge, by the age of 14. While a student, he also held down a sort of work-study job, moonlighting as a notary and bookkeeper at a medical center for indigent pilgrims and the mentally ill.

Like his law career, Leo’s travels and adventures began at an early age. As a boy he accompanied his father on post- Ramadan pilgrimages to visit various shrines in the Middle Atlas mountains. At 10 or 12 he also joined the elder al-Wazzan on a trip to the coastal trading city of Azaphi (Safi), probably on a commercial mission. (The surname al-Wazzan means a person assigned to weigh and certify trade goods, which indicates that his family was probably involved in commerce.) On one of his first solo trips, traveling among the Berber tribes of the High Atlas mountains as an itinerant qadi, Leo once found himself captive for nine days in a village of “base and witless people” who wouldn’t let him leave before he heard a lengthy backlog of their legal disputes. The rich and pampered city boy from Fez complained about having to sleep on the ground and “eate of such grosse meats as … barlie meale mingled with water, and of goats-flesh, which was extremely tough and hard by reason of the staleness and long continuance.” On day nine, he was rewarded for his trouble not with gold, as he had expected, but with a chicken, some nuts and onions, “a handfull of garlicke” and — probably the last thing he needed — a goat. He fared much better in the mountain town of Medua (modern Algeria’s Medea), where he earned nearly two hundred ducats in as many months and recalled being so “sumptuously entertained … that had not dutie enforced me to depart, I had remained there all the residue of my life.”
15th century portolano map showing trading empires of sub-Saharan Africa
The wider world became Leo’s oyster at about 16, when he accompanied his uncle on a diplomatic mission in the service of the Wattasid sultan of Fez, traveling to Timbuktu and Gao — the great imperial trading cities of the Songhai Empire, in what is now eastern Mali. Along the way, Leo so charmed a local mountain chieftain with verses he composed in the chieftain’s honor that he was rewarded with “a stately breakfast, … fifty ducates and a good horse.”

Impressed with these and other reports of young Leo’s diplomatic skills, Sultan Muhammad deemed him one of his most trusted ambassadors and eventually dispatched him back to Timbuktu, east as far as Istanbul and perhaps beyond.

Such missions were critical for ensuring Fez’s political autonomy and economic stability at a time when the Portuguese and Spanish were rapidly colonizing Africa’s coastline, rival powers were growing in the south and the Ottoman Empire threatened to engulf all of North Africa. Keeping track of shifting powers and managing alliances was the job of the sultan’s ambassador. While the sultans of Fez were confident enough to keep the Portuguese and the Ottomans at bay, they were also clever enough to know that they were useful to both powers only as long as they retained control of the lucrative trans-Saharan caravan trade routes.

This ancient commercial network of rocky passes, desert treks and jungle trails crisscrossed more than 2400 kilometers (1500 mi) of Central and West Africa, from the foothills of the Atlas mountains through the western Sudan to the Gulf of Guinea. Along its well-worn camel paths flowed manufactured trade goods from the north — textiles from Europe, sugar from Sus in southern Morocco, leather-bound books from Fez, brass and copper vessels from the workshops of Marrakech — together with dates and horses, in exchange for the famed treasures of the Bilad al-Sudan (“Land of the Blacks”): gold, slaves, pepper and other spices, and civet cats, prized for their musk. These streams of commerce converged at major trading centers along the way, some of which now exist only in history books: Taghaza, Taodeni, Arawan, Walata, Gao and — that most fabled desert metropolis — Timbuktu, today still synonymous in the western imagination with the farthest of far-off exotica.

“The rich king of Tombuto hath many plates and sceptres of gold, some whereof weigh 1300 poundes and he keepes a magnificent and well furnished court,” wrote Leo, who visited the city when the Songhai Empire was at its height, during the reign of Askia Muhammad I (1493–1538). As an ambassador, Leo would have been ceremoniously ushered into the king’s presence and pushed peremptorily to his knees: “Whosoever will speake unto this king must first fall downe before his feete, & then taking up earth must sprinkle it upon his owne head & shoulders.”

From Timbuktu to Hausaland (now eastern Mali and southern Niger), across the neighboring kingdoms of Borno (now in northeastern Nigeria) and Kanem (now in Chad and Libya), on up through Egypt, along the Nile to Aswan, Chana (modern Qena, where “cruell and noisome” crocodiles “lurking about the bankes of the river, do craftily lay waite for men and beastes … and there devour them”) and Cairo, and then on his trip back home via Tunisia and the Barbary Coast, Leo kept a meticulous account of everything he saw, smelled, tasted and heard. With characteristic thoroughness and attention to detail, he offered the good with the bad, the magnificent alongside the mundane, in an even-handed narrative that was clearly meant to inform rather than impress or flatter.
Leo did betray strong feelings when it came to some things, such as the table manners of the Berbers (“Cuscusa … is set before them all in one platter … out of which every one raketh with his greasie fists”) or the destructiveness of the Portuguese, whose attack on Anfa (Casablanca) brought him to “teares when [he] beheld the miserable ruin of so many faire buildings and temples [mosques].” He reserved his harshest criticism for those who bred disharmony among fellow Muslims, who “procured followers by bloud and the cloake of religion.” Here, Leo was referring to bellicose Saadians —tribesmen from the Souss region — who pillaged Muslim towns instead of defending them from foreign invaders, or fanatics like the shah of Persia who forced others “to receive … his sect … by force of arms.” From Egypt, Leo wrote that he “traveled thence over the desert unto the red sea, over which … I crossed unto Jambu [Yanbu‘], and Ziddem [Jeddah].” He made no mention, however, of continuing on to Makkah to perform the Hajj, though it seems unlikely that he would have let such an opportunity slip by. His silence may be merely editorial discretion: As he pointed out, Jambu and Ziddem “belong unto Asia,” and further “discourse … should seem to transgresse the limits of Africa.” He did promise, however, future volumes on his travels to Arabia, Asia, Constantinople and Europe, but none of them ever materialized — or, if they did, they are long lost.

Returning in June of 1518 by sea from Constantinople, his ship was attacked by pirates off the coast of either Crete or Djerba, in Tunisia. (Scholarly opinions vary.) His captors were in the employ of the Knights of Saint John, who maintained power in the eastern Mediterranean by harassing sea traffic, robbing Muslim ships and selling captives into slavery. Recognizing that Leo was a man of learning, as evidenced by the various maps, charts and notes he carried with him — essentially the Cosmographia’s first draft—the knights determined that the well-spoken Moor might be of more use to Pope Leo x than to the slave traders of Pisa and Genoa.

Leo’s arrival in Rome was chronicled alongside other high-profile events on the Vatican calendar that year, such as the baptism of the French Dauphin and the establishment of new churches and religious orders. This suggests that Pope Leo considered Leo the traveler to be no ordinary prisoner — and he had good reason. As an envoy to Constantinople, he had intimate knowledge of the Ottoman Turks and their troublesome, yet formidable, sultan Süleyman the Magnificent, against whom the pope had recently declared a crusade. In addition, the prisoner’s travels throughout Africa could provide invaluable commercial information, especially useful when the pope’s reckless spending habits were draining the Vatican coffers. Thus, Leo became an immediate celebrity.

At the same time, he was hardly the first Moor (a term Europeans of the day used freely to refer to African Muslims, Berbers and even Indians and Asians) to be seen in the Holy City, or, for that matter, on stage or in the pages of European literature during the Renaissance. Having a Moor or two around a royal court was, in fact, practically de rigueur, as Europeans grew increasingly enchanted with the exotic otherworldliness of new cultures and continents, like the one Columbus stumbled on while searching for Asia. It is widely believed that William Shakespeare patterned the character of Othello on Leo, whose book, translated by John Pory, was published in London just four years before the play’s first performance in 1604. Like Leo, the Moor of Venice is an educated Muslim adventurer who travels “here and everywhere,” before being captured by “the insolent foe / And sold to slavery” prior to his “redemption” and conversion to Christianity.

Leo’s own conversion remains the subject of much speculation. He spent his first months in Rome imprisoned in the Castel Sant’Angelo, a barrel-shaped fortification in the shadow of St. Peter’s Basilica. Though the castle featured an infamous dungeon, Leo was probably afforded one of Sant’Angelo’s relatively comfortable apartments. He was also free to request Arabic books from the Vatican library, and did. Still, so long as he remained a Muslim he remained a prisoner, and that must have been hard on the restless traveler from Fez, who delighted in the luxuries and excitement of court life. So, when he found himself faced with a choice of conversion and freedom versus indefinite imprisonment, he opted for the former.

“This was very common at the time,” said Boucharb. “Muslims and Jews converted to Christianity; Christians converted to Islam. The Turkish Empire, for example, was filled with mercenaries who had originally been Christians, while the Moroccan army had thousands who had converted to Islam.”

Leo was baptized on January 6, 1520 by the pope himself, who christened his new convert “Johannes Leo de Medicis,” or “Giovanni Leone” in Italian, a gesture of high favor, for Giovanni de’ Medici was the pope’s own name. For his part, Leo referred to himself by the Arabic version of his new name, Yuhanna al-Asad—John the Lion. In fact, he never used, and probably never even heard, the name Leo Africanus, a sobriquet assigned to him 30 years later by his Venetian publisher, Giovanni Battista Ramusio.

Scholars debate the sincerity of Leo’s conversion, but the argument is literally academic, as Leo left no definitive statement on the matter. He did, however, leave a hint by relating the story of “a most wily bird” who avoided paying taxes to the king of birds by living underwater like a fish. When the fish king began demanding taxes, the bird promptly left the water and returned to the sky.

“I will do like the bird,” Leo wrote. “[W]hen I hear the Africans evil spoken of, I wil affirme my selfe to be one of Granada; and when I perceive the nation of Granada to be discommended, then I will professe my selfe to be an African.”

While this may seem opportunistic, it is possible to interpret such a strategy as taqiyya, the custom of outwardly renouncing one’s religion under coercion while inwardly maintaining devotion to one’s faith. Rooted in the Qur’an (16:106) and supported by a religious decree in Leo’s own time, taqiyya was a means of survival for many a Morisco (a forcibly converted Muslim) during the Reconquista.

Whatever Leo believed in his heart, his survival strategy kept him alive and well long enough to finish the Cosmographia in March of 1526. He wrote much of the book while teaching Arabic at the university in Bologna, where he moved after Pope Leo’s death in 1524 in order to avoid the new, less Morisco-friendly pope, Hadrian IV. While in Italy, he also produced several other lesser-known works: a transcription of an Arabic translation of the Epistles of St. Paul, a treatise on the Muslim faith and Malakite law (now lost), a summary of Islamic history (also lost), an Arabic–Hebrew–Latin medical vocabulary (of which only the Arabic portion survives), and a biographical dictionary of 25 notable Islamic and Jewish scholars.

 By 1527, Leo was back in Rome, under the nominal protection of yet another pope, Clement VII, who had much more on his mind than the fate of a resident Moorish intellectual. These were uneasy times for the papacy: The Ottomans continued to encroach from the east; the Protestant Reformation was wreaking havoc in Germany; England’s Henry VIII cut ties with Rome over Clement’s refusal to grant him a divorce, and France and the Holy Roman Empire were at war.

Perhaps it was political expediency, or perhaps a sign of where his true loyalties lay, but when the war spilled over into Italy and Emperor Charles V sacked the Holy City in May of 1527, Leo probably took the opportunity to slip away to North Africa. While some believe he lived out his days in Rome and others say he was killed during Charles’s invasion, there is more convincing evidence that he spent his final years in Tunis. The writings of a contemporary German orientalist, Johann Albrecht von Widmanstetter (1506–1557), record that in 1531 Widmanstetter intended to travel to Tunis to meet the great Arab scholar “Leo Eliberitanus,” as he called Leo. (“Eliberitanus” derives from “Elvira,” the pre-Islamic name for Granada.) Though some argue that Tunis seems an unlikely final destination for Leo, as he had little connection to the city, they agree that he did end his days as a Muslim in North Africa and died some time after 1550. (This is a best-guess date based on the lack of any reference to Leo’s death in Ramusio’s original 1550 preface.) Leo himself, in the final chapters of the Cosmographia, expressed his desire to return one day “by Gods assistance…into mine owne countrie.”

If Leo did in fact return to his “owne countrie” by 1550, he missed basking in the vast popularity and success of his magnum opus.

“Very quickly, the book was all over Europe,” said Boucharb. “There were many people who were interested in knowing whatever they could learn about Africa, and the source for that was Leo.”

Even as late as 1834, the Swedish consul in Tangier quoted the History in his reports on Morocco, as if Leo’s descriptions were still accurate.

Yet in many ways they were — and still are.

“The Muslim world was approaching a crisis, a transition, that later on would lead to its colonization, and Leo Africanus recognized this,” said Bouchentouf. “Some of the dimensions of this crisis were the Christian conquest of Spain, the appearance of Sufism and the superstition associated with mysticism, and civil war and the decline of civilization in the kingdom of Marrakech.”

In addition to Leo’s foresight, the hindsight gained by historians who study his writing is invaluable.

“Read the chapter on Fez,” suggested Boucharb. “It is extraordinary in its detail, making it possible to compare 16th-century Morocco with what we have now.”

But Leo’s modern relevance extends beyond the interest of a handful of specialized scholars. As Morocco and the European Union edge closer to forming what French president Nicolas Sarkozy called “a Mediterranean union linking Europe and Africa” economically and politically, a figure like Leo Africanus is practically a poster-boy for the effort.

“He plays directly into the modern cultural politics of the region,” said cartographer and historian Martin Elbl of Ontario, Canada, co-creator of “The Leo Project,” which will be an interactive Web site dedicated to Leo and his travels. “He stood poised on both the Muslim and Christian frontiers and was able to negotiate the crossover between them both.”

A most wily bird indeed.

Found in Translation:
 
All of these translations were made from the Ramusio edition, and not from the original manuscript of the Cosmographia, which was believed to have perished in a fire in 1557. Then, in 1931, Italian scholar Angela Codazzi discovered a handwritten copy of the manuscript in a pile of uncatalogued and unidentified documents in the Biblioteca Nazionale in Rome. The calligraphy matched that of known works of Leo’s scribe, Elia Ben Abraham, thus indicating an original copy. Codazzi began the job of editing and publishing her find but was interrupted by World War II.

What quickly became evident to Codazzi—and to subsequent scholars who consulted the Cosmographia—were the significant differences between the original Italian manuscript and the Ramusio edition. In some cases, these changes were organizational: dividing the work into books, chapters, sections and paragraphs, shuffling the order of the original manuscript and adding punctuation. (The original had none.) Yet in other instances, Ramusio edited with a heavy hand, deleting large sections of text, adding sentences that Leo never wrote, and altering the tone of the Cosmographia for the apparent political purpose of putting distance between Leo and African Muslim society so as to make him, and his narrative, more acceptable to Europeans.

For example, when Leo discussed the messy eating habits of the Berbers in the Cosmographia, he qualified his observation by stating that, nonetheless, the table manners of “an Italian nobleman” were no better than “any African nobleman.” Ramusio, however, changed the text to compare the “poorest Italian nobleman” and the “most powerful African ruler.” In the Cosmographia, where Leo described the Arab city of Bona (modern Algeria’s Annaba), Ramusio inserted that it was once known as Hippo, “dove fu episcopo santo Agostino” (“where Saint Augustine was bishop”). The goal here, according to Moroccan-born historian Oumelbanine Zhiri of the University of California in San Diego—a leading Leo scholar—“was to show that North Africa, having been Christian, could become Christian again through a reconquest that would prolong the Reconquista.”

Then there are problems with Ramusio’s lack of understanding of Islam, as Zhiri observed. Where Leo referred to some people as having “no knowledge of the limits” or living with “no rules,” he meant Muslims who failed to abide by Islamic law—a qualification Ramusio simply edited out. Even Leo had trouble rendering some Arabic terms into understandable Italian, translating “caliph,” for example, as “pontiff.”

The 1556 French translation of Ramusio (upon which the even worse Latin and English translations were subsequently based) is more troubling in certain passages dealing with Islam. Not content with Leo’s straightforward account of the coming of Islam to North Africa, French publisher Jean Temporal had him describe the spread of “the damnable Mohammedan sect” as a “pestilence”—language Leo would never have used.

Fortunately, modern translations have since addressed many of these biases. Of these, Alexis Épaulard’s annotated French edition (1956, reprinted in 1980) is generally considered to be the most faithful to the original, as it is based on a line-by-line comparison between Ramusio and the Cosmographia. In 1999, German scholar Dietrich Rauchenberger published a selection of similarly researched passages from the Cosmographia—the sections dealing with the sub-Saharan Africa and the Sudan—in his exhaustive biography, Johannes Leo der Afrikaner. Another partial translation, in Hausa, was published in 1930 in Nigeria. It was not until 1982 that Leo returned home, as it were, with the publication of an Arabic translation by the late Muhammad Hajji of the Moroccan Association for Writing, Translation and Publication in Rabat.

All told, 33 editions of the History have been published in eight languages since 1550—an average of one new edition every 15 years. “No other travel writer, Muslim or Christian, ancient or modern, has bettered this average,” observed Rauchenberger.

Leo In Literature:

Leo’s appearance in print extends well beyond the pages of his own work. It is generally accepted that he served as the model for William Shakespeare’s character Othello. The Bard and Leo’s English publisher, John Pory, moved in the same circles, and they had a mutual friend in the famed geographer Richard Hakluyt. That Shakespeare would have had access to, or at least heard about, the Pory edition seems likely. And the playwright was not shy about borrowing plots and characters from others: Scholars draw parallels between The Tempest, for example, and published reports of a real-life shipwreck off Bermuda.

In the case of Leo-as-Othello, there are numerous similarities in the back-stories of each figure. Othello claims noble parentage(“I fetch my life and being / From men of royal siege” [Act I, Scene II]) while Pory asserts that Leo’s “Parentage seemeth not to have bin ignoble.” In the play, Othello is described as “an extravagant and wheeling stranger / Of here and everywhere” (I,I). Pory writes that Leo “was so diligent a traveller; that there was no kingdome, province, signorie or citie; or scarcelie any towne, village, mountaine, vallie, river, or forrest, &c., which he left unvisited.” Othello boasts of “the battles, sieges, fortunes, / That I have pass’d … of most disastrous chances; / Of moving accidents by flood and field; / Of hair-breadth scapes i’ the imminent deadly / breach.” Pory wonders how Leo “should have escaped so manie thousands of imminent dangers … how many desolate cold mountaines, and huge, drie and barren deserts passed he? How often was he in hazard to have beene captived, or have had his throat cut by the prowling Arabians and wilde Mores? And how hardly manie times escaped he the Lyons greedie mouth, and the devouring jaws of the Crocodile?” Othello recounts “being taken by the insolent foe / And sold to slavery; of my redemption thence; / And portance in my travel’s history,” while Leo warns his readers of Sicilian pirates: “If any stranger should fall into their hands … they presently carrie him to Sicilie, and there either sell or exchange him for corne.” Perhaps most telling, considering Desdemona’s fate and Othello’s fatal flaw, is Leo’s characterization of the Berber marriage temperament: “No nation in the world is so subject unto jealousy; for they will rather leese their lives, then put up any disgrace in the behalfe of their women.”

More recently, Leo served as the title character of Amin Maalouf’s 1986 historical novel, Leo Africanus. Maalouf sticks closely to the facts, using the thread of Leo’s life to weave together an adventure that features everyone from Columbus to the Medicis, Martin Luther and Süleyman the Magnificent, while placing Leo at the center of the major events of the day.

Perhaps Leo’s most bizarre literary appearance is in the writings of Irish poet William Butler Yeats. A student of mysticism and the occult, Yeats claimed to have made contact with Leo during a séance in 1912. Yeats came to consider Leo his “daimon,” or alter ego, writing to him and receiving responses—Yeats claimed—in Leo’s own hand. By 1917, Yeats’s contact with Leo tapered off and ceased.

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Free-lance journalist Tom Verde (writah@hotmail.com) has written for the New York Times and National Public Radio. He is pursuing a master’s degree in Islamic studies and Christian–Muslim relations at Hartford Seminary in Connecticut. He traveled to Morocco on a scholarship from the Lilly Endowment through the Religion Newswriters Foundation.

Thursday, June 27, 2019

Media eulogised IS Jihadist Commander as angel!!!

Hypocrisy of media is exposed ...
While Sarout’s open calls for genocide and sectarianism were totally whitewashed by the press, his case takes its place in a long tradition of deception regarding the proxy war.

Media Paints Jihadist Commander Who Pledged Allegiance to ISIS as a Soccer Star with the Voice of an Angel
By Alexander Rubinstein
MintPress News, 10 June 2019
If you’ve read the headlines about the death of “Syrian activist” Abdel Basset al-Sarout, you probably think he was a pretty cool guy. Headlines referring to him as a “Syrian footballer, singer and rebel” make him seem like he could have been the love child of Pelé and Freddie Mercury with the politics of Che Guevara.

Sarout may have sang, played soccer, and rebelled, but he was certainly no peace-loving hippie. A more accurate version for the descriptor would read “Syrian footballer, singer [of al-Qaeda’s hymns] and [CIA-backed jihadist] rebel [commander].”

Sing it with me: “The World Trade Center is a pile of rubble.”

It is true that Sarout, as the media suggests, became the face of the revolution. So, fittingly, Sarout sang songs glorifying al-Qaeda’s destruction of the World Trade Center in New York City, a terrorist attack that left 3,000 innocent civilians dead.

In one video, Sarout led a group of America’s beloved “moderate rebels” in singing al-Qaeda’s most famous song:

We destroyed America with a civilian airliner. The World Trade Center is a pile of rubble. The World Trade Center is a pile of rubble.”

Osama Bin Laden — the one who terrorizes America. With the strength of our faith and our weapon is the PIKA [PK machine gun]. With the strength of our faith and our weapon is the PIKA.”

In another video, Sarout is among a group singing about how they intend to kill Alawites, a religious minority to which President Bashar al-Assad belongs:

If they say terrorist, it is an honor to me. Our terrorism is a blessing and a divine call. Alawite police, be patient, oh Alawites. We are coming to slaughter you without an agreement.”

In other videos, Sarout calls not just for genocide against the Syrian Alawite minority but also for the expulsion of Shias: We are all jihadists! Homs has taken the decision. We want to exterminate the Alawites. Shias must leave!”

That was from a rally in Homs, Syria, where Sarout made a name for himself as a supposed “rebel icon.” Shortly before he left the city before it was liberated by the government, Sarout recorded a video of his analysis of where the opposition to Assad should go next. In it, he calls for an alliance between the rebel groups of Homs and Jabhat al-Nusra, al-Qaeda’s Syria affiliate, and Daesh.

We know that these two groups are not politicized and have the same goals as us and are working for God and that they care about Islam and Muslims. Unfortunately some among them consider us apostates and drug addicts, but God willing we will work shoulder to shoulder with them when we leave [Homs].

We are not Christians or Shia, afraid of suicide belts and car bombs. We consider those to be strengths of ours. God willing they will be just that. This message is to the Islamic State and our brothers in Jabhat al-Nusra: that when we come out [of Homs] we will all be as one, hand fighting Christians and not fighting internally.”

After leaving Homs, Sarout went even further than before, personally pledging allegiance to ISIS, according to an Al-Jazeera Arabic report. Photos even show him holding their infamous flag.

Sarout would go on to become a commander in the Jaysh al-Izza (Army of Glory) group. Once a branch of the nebulous Free Syrian Army, Jaysh al-Izza was reportedly supported by the Central Intelligence Agency with training and equipment under its program. Weapons supplied to the group reportedly include anti-tank missiles. Underscoring Jaysh al-Izza’s close relationship with Jabhat al-Nusra, which later rebranded as Hay’at Tahrir al-Sham (HTS), HTS has reportedly used the CIA-supplied weapons in its fighting with the Syrian government and bombings against civilians.

From pledging allegiance to ISIS to “rebel icon”: anatomy of the media’s whitewashing

Despite his terrorist affiliations, the mainstream media has rewritten Sarout’s legacy to their liking. Even al-Jazeera, which reported Sarout’s pledge to ISIS, called him a “rebel icon” in its English-language video report on his death. That video made no mention of any of Sarout’s terrorist ties.

Other news outlets from gulf petro-monarchies funding the proxy war on Syria even call Sarout a “martyr.” Meanwhile, an analysis from Israel’s Haaretz newspaper worried over the fate of other “fighting poets.” While the BBC’s headline played it straight, opting to just provide his name and that he died, the British public broadcaster called him “a symbol of the uprising against President Bashar al-Assad” and quoted another commander in Jaish al-Izza calling him a “martyr” in the article’s body.

Did media fact-checkers all take the day off?

Below are a sample of headlines whitewashing Sarout’s jihadist “activism:”

American publications:

New York Times — Syrian Soccer Star, Symbol of Revolt, Dies After Battle

The Daily Beast — Syrian Soccer Goalie and Rebel Icon Killed in Northwestern Syria

NBC News — ‘Guardian of freedom’: Syrian soccer goalie who became rebel icon dies in battle

SFGate — Soccer goalie who joined Syrian rebel fighters dies in battle

Pittsburgh Post-Gazette — World briefs: Syrian soccer goalie who became rebel icon dies in battle

Israeli publications:

Haaretz — The Syrian Nightingale Is Dead, and Soon Other Fighting Poets May Be Silenced

Haaretz — Syrian Soccer Player and Icon of anti-Assad Movement Dies From Battle Wound

Jerusalem Post — Star Footballer Turned Rebel Icon Dies in Syria Fighting

Times of Israel — Hundreds attend funeral of Syrian soccer goalkeeper who became rebel icon

British publications:

Daily Mail — Hundreds of mourners attend funeral of Syrian goalkeeper who became figurehead of the opposition before being killed by Bashar al-Assad’s forces

The Guardian — Syrian footballer and ‘singer of revolution’ killed in conflict

Middle East Eye — Syrian footballer, singer and rebel Abd al-Basset al-Sarout killed in northern Syria

United Arab Emirates publications:

The National — Abdelbaset Sarout: Syria’s ‘singer of the revolution’ dies defending Idlib

The National –– Abdelbaset Sarout: showman Syrian rebel who declined adulation

Wire services (publications that provide other outlets with syndicated services, allowing them reprint their articles):

Reuters — Syrian rebel town buries goalie who became ‘singer of the revolution’

Associated Press — Syrian soccer goalie who became rebel icon dies in battle

Rudaw (Kurdish publication) via Agency France Presse — Syrian soccer goalkeeper killed in Idlib clashes — Rudaw

Turkish publications:

Anadolu Agency — Syrian revolution hero martyred after Hama clashes

Daily Sabah — Hero of Syrian revolution killed after Hama clashes

Hong Kong:

South China Morning Post — Abdelbasset Sarout, star soccer player turned rebel icon, dies in Syria fighting

Qatar:

Al Jazeera — Syrian goalkeeper who became rebel icon dies in Hama battle

While Sarout’s open calls for genocide and sectarianism were totally whitewashed by the press, his case takes its place in a long tradition of deception regarding the proxy war. In perhaps the most sophisticated propaganda campaign in the history of modern warfare, Syria’s White Helmets have worked hand-in-glove with jihadists while on the payroll of Western governments, while Western journalists have upheld ISIS recruiters as “experts” on the war. Sarout’s death is a sober reminder that citizens must fact check the media, since they refuse to do it themselves.


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Alexander Rubinstein is a staff writer for MintPress News based in Washington, DC. He reports on police, prisons and protests in the United States and the United States’ policing of the world. He previously reported for RT and Sputnik News.

Wednesday, June 26, 2019

Pluto and Neptune Swap Places Every 248 Years!

Astronomical wonder...

Pluto and Neptune Swap Places Every 248 Years
Reuben Westmaas

Pluto has had a rough time of it. Sure, the Earth is full of people wearing novelty T-shirts proclaiming their loyalty to what used to be called the smallest planet, but it doesn't change the fact that scientists won't let it back in the planet club. At least it got a couple years of being the farthest planet from the sun before having its status ripped away. Except, if you were alive between 1979 and 1999, then the farthest planet in the solar system was Neptune for a few years of your life.

The Cosmic Dance

Once you get all the way out to the far reaches of the solar system, things start operating at a much slower pace. Think of it this way: Pluto was discovered in 1930 and it had its planet status revoked in 2006. In the 76 years between those two dates, it had only covered about three-tenths of its orbit around the sun. It won't be until 2178 that it will complete its first full "year" since its discovery. Who knows what we'll be counting as a planet then?

Because the orbit of Pluto is 248 Earth years, that's exactly how often we get to spot another quirk of the black sheep astral body. Every so often, Pluto's elliptical orbit brings it closer to the sun than its nearest neighbor, Neptune. It's all about the perihelions.

The perihelion is the point at which an object is closest to the sun, while the aphelion is the point that it's farthest. These two points are generally measured in AU (astronomical units). One AU is the average distance between the Earth and the sun: about 93 million miles (150 million kilometers).

For context, the Earth's perihelion is 0.98 AU and its aphelion is 1.01 AU — thanks to our mostly circular orbit, there's not a huge difference between the closest and the farthest points. But since Pluto's orbit is so elliptical, its perihelion is much, much, much closer to the sun than its aphelion. At the farthest point, it's 49.5 AU away (in other words, almost 50 times farther from the sun than the Earth is), but it swings up to 29.7 AU at its closest. By contrast, Neptune's orbit is almost as circular as Earth's, ranging from 30.4 AU to 29.8 AU. That means that every single time Pluto makes an orbit, its closest point comes in 0.1 AU (9.3 million miles, or 15 million kilometers) closer than the ice giant next door.

Wacky Ways

The fact that Pluto's orbit is so stretched out and elliptical isn't the only strange thing about it. It's also
inclined at an angle of 17 degrees. While all of the eight planets (it's still painful to write that) lie in a
relatively flat plane in relation to the sun, Pluto's orbit is at a sharp angle to the rest, like a seesaw stuck in one position. Although its strange orbit didn't play a role in disqualifying Pluto for planethood, it probably comes down to the same factor: size. Scientists aren't positive, but the leading explanation for Pluto's weird behavior is that it's just so small that Neptune has a significant effect on its motion. Over the past 4.5 billion years, the smaller body has been buffeted and slingshotted by the gravity of the larger planet, and the result is an orbit that's unlike any planet's (but not unlike that of other objects in the Kuiper Belt). We'll say this: Pluto may have lost its planet status, but with all of its weirdness, it will never lose its place in our hearts.

Inside the World's First Long-Term Storage Facility for Nuclear Waste

Robert narrates below how nuclear spent fuel rods are left to decay naturally inside a storage site in Onkalo, Finland...

The Hiding Place: Inside the World's First Long-Term Storage Facility for Highly Radioactive Nuclear Waste
Robert Macfarlane
Jun 25, 2019

Uranium is mined as ore in a handful of countries—Canada, Russia, Australia, Kazakhstan, and the United States among them. The ore is crushed and milled; the uranium is leached out with acid, converted to a gas, enriched, consolidated, and then processed into pellets. A single pellet of enriched uranium one centimeter in diameter and one centimeter long will typically release the same amount of energy as a ton of coal. Those pellets are sealed within gleaming fuel rods, usually made of zirconium alloy, which are bundled together in their thousands and then placed in the reactor core,
where fission is initiated. Fission produces heat, which is used to raise steam; the steam is ducted to turbines, turning their blades and producing electricity.

Once the fission process has slowed below a horizon of efficiency, the rods must be replaced. But they are still intensely hot and lethally radioactive. The unstable uranium oxide continues to emit alpha and beta particles, and gamma waves. If you were to stand next to an unshielded bundle of fuel rods fresh from the core, radioactivity would plunder your body, smashing cells and corrupting DNA. You would be likely to die within hours, vomiting and hemorrhaging.
 
So spent rods are slid out of the reactor by machine, kept always under water or another shielding liquid as they are moved, then typically stored in deep spent fuel pools for several years before being sent for reprocessing or dry cask storage. Down in the fuel pools the water patiently absorbs the particle hail from the rods. Because this hail heats the water, it must be continuously circulated and cooled in order to prevent it boiling off and leaving the rods disastrously unshielded.

Even after decades in the pools, however, the rods are still hot, toxic, and radioactive. The only way for them to become harmless to the biosphere is through long-term natural decay. For high-level waste this can take thousands of years, during which time spent fuel must be kept secure: segregated from the air, from sun, from water, and from life.

The best solution we have devised for securing such waste is burial. The tombs that we have constructed to receive these remains are known as geological repositories, and they are the Cloaca Maxima— the Great Sewer— of our species. Into low- and intermediate-­level repositories go the lightly radioactive materials that are the byproducts of nuclear power and weaponry: the items that will remain harmful only for scores of years—the clothes, the tools, the filter pads, the zippers, and the buttons. All are barreled up and lowered into holes in silos that have been sunk below ground at
storage sites around the world. Each new layer is packed in concrete, ready for its supercessor. The Waste Isolation Pilot Plant — the intermediate-­level repository dug into the salt beds of New Mexico — is intended to receive 800,000 55-gallon soft-steel drums of military-origin trans-uranium waste, holding among other substances the radioactive shavings from U.S. nuclear warhead manufacture. The WIPP drum chambers will in time form neat strata, standing as highly organized additions to the rock record — another taxon of Anthropocene future fossil.
The most dangerous waste, though — the toxic and radioactive spent fuel rods from reactors — requires even more secure burial: a special funeral and a special tomb. We have only ever attempted to construct a few such high-level waste repositories. Belgium has sunk a test site to research future deep repository possibilities, and has named the facility HADES. America's attempt at a high-level repository took place at an extinct super-volcano called Yucca Mountain in the Nevada desert, but construction was suspended after decades of controversy and protest, and the caverns tunneled into
the ignimbrite currently stand as empty halls. Among the reasons for the suspension of the project is Yucca Mountain's proximity to a 900­-foot­-wide earthquake zone, the Sundance Fault, which is itself undercrossed by a deeper fault called Ghost Dance. If Yucca Mountain were ever to be filled to capacity it would hold, writes John D'Agata, "the radiological equivalent of two million individual nuclear detonations, about seven trillion doses of lethal radiation," enough to kill every human on Earth 350 times over.

By far the most advanced of all these deep storage facilities is Onkalo, set 1,500 feet down into 1.9-billion-year-old rock on the Bothnian coast of Finland. When the burial chambers of Onkalo are full with waste from the three nearby power stations of Olkiluoto, they will hold 6,500 tons of spent uranium. Radiation is a hazard only if incorrectly handled. People think nuclear waste is harmful for eternity. It isn't! After 500 years, you could take spent uranium into your home.

Spent fuel rods are encapsulated inside eight feet long inert copper canister, a foot and a half in diameterhe, for long-term storage. Inside the copper canister is a cast-iron canister, which has been internally partitioned so that it resembles a tic-tac-toe board, with gaps for the squares. Into these gaps will be slid the zirconium alloy fuel rods containing the spent uranium pellets. Each canister will weigh around 25 tons when complete; each canister will be nested in a bed of water-absorbing bentonite clay, inside a cored-out tube of gneiss, 1,500 feet down into the gneiss and granite bedrock.
 
A copper canister and the cast iron canister that fits inside it, into which spent fuel rods from the Olkiluoto nuclear power plant will be placed for long-term storage.
The landscape below which the Hiding Place is sunk has been flattened by the glacial ice that has rolled repeatedly over it in the past two million years. Erratic boulders big as buildings lie among trees where the last ice left them. The glaciers do not feel long gone, as if they will be back soon.

The mouth of the Hiding Place is a ramp blasted down into the gneiss. Lichen has already begun to colonize the exposed rock around the entrance: orange lipstick-kisses of Xanthoria. A shutter-gate locks off the ramp in case of accident. Now the gate is raised—and below it a tunnel angles down into darkness.

Shotcrete walls, unnaturally smooth. Green side-lights diminishing in size. Signs declare the speed limit at the end of the world to be 20 kmh. Utility cables droop between brackets. A gurgle of water runs down a gutter. Air moves coldly up from below, stirring stone dust. The Earth is our tabernacle, a receptacle for all decompositions.... From the threshold the tunnel leads down and around in a steady crooked three-mile spiral before leveling out at the burial chambers themselves.

Seen in abstract, as if the rock that encases it does not exist, the Hiding Place has an elegant simplicity. There are three central shafts dropping vertically downward from the surface: ventilation in, ventilation out, and an elevator.

Around these shafts the transport ramp turns in its helter-skelter, descending at last to a complex excavated space nearly 1,500 feet deep. Outward from the central space extends a network of storage tunnels, into the floor of each line of which are bored the receptacle wells for the fuel rod canisters. When Onkalo is ready to receive its first deposition, there will be more than 200 storage tunnels, which together will hold the 3,250 canisters. In their form these tunnels resemble to me the chambers and galleries that boring beetles make under tree bark, creating space in which to lay their eggs and rear their larvae before they kill the tree that feeds them.

Onkalo, by contrast, is constructed with the desire that its contents never be retrieved. It is a place that confronts us with timescales that scorn our usual measures. Radiological time is not equivalent to eternity, but it does function across temporal spans of such breadth that our conventional modes of imagination and communication collapse in consideration of them. Decades and centuries feel pettily brief, language seems irrelevant compared to the deep time stone-space of Onkalo and what it will hold. The half-life of uranium-235 is 4.46 billion years: such chronology decenters the human, crushing the first person to an irrelevance.

The tunnel curls around and back. The air hums oddly. Unseen machines undertake obscure tasks. At a depth of 1,000 feet we enter a series of big side­ chambers. In the first stands a yellow drilling engine, unmanned but with its eight halogen eyes glaring, its drill arms still drooling water. The keys are still in the ignition. The shotcrete chamber roof is slotted with silver and red bolt-plates. New drill holes in the roof weep onto us. The halogen casts hard shadows.

The bare walls of the chamber are covered in cave art: spray-paint markings in blue, red, apple green, nuclear yellow. The rock is adorned with numbers, pictograms, lines, arrows, and other codes I cannot decipher.

The Greek word for "sign," sema, is also the word for "grave." Around 1990 the research field of nuclear semiotics was born. As plans developed for the burial of radioactive waste, so the question emerged in America of how to warn future generations of the great and durable danger that lay at depth. It became important, the U.S. Department of Energy decided, to devise a "marker system" that could deter intrusion into a repository "during the next 10,000 years." The Environmental Protection Agency founded a "Human Interference Task Force" charged with the imagining of such a system
for the entombment sites under construction at Yucca Mountain and in the New Mexico desert. Two separate panels were convened to consider the issue of the "marker system," reporting to an overall Expert Judgment Panel. Among those invited to express interest in joining the panels were anthropologists, architects, archaeologists, historians, graphic artists, ethicists, librarians, sculptors, and linguists, as well as geologists, astronomers, and biologists.

The challenges faced by the panels were formidable. How to devise a warning system that could survive — both structurally and semantically — even catastrophic phases of planetary future. How to communicate with unknown beings‑to‑be across chasms of time to the effect that they must not intrude into these burial chambers, thus violating the waste's quarantine?

Several proposals developed by the panels involved forms of what is now known as hostile architecture, but which they referred to as "passive institutional controls." They suggested constructing above ground at the burial site a "Landscape of Thorns" (50-foot-­high concrete pillars with jutting spikes that impeded access and suggested "danger to the body"), a "Black Hole" (a mass of black granite or concrete that absorbed solar energy to become impassably hot) and "Forbidding Blocks" (the bulks of which might intimidate a visitor into turning back).

The panel members realized, however, that such aggressive structures might act as enticements rather than cautions, suggesting "Here be treasure" rather than "Here be dragons." Prince Charming hacked his way through the briars and thorns to wake Sleeping Beauty. Howard Carter excavated Tutankhamun's tomb despite the multiple obstructions placed in the way of access, and the warnings given in languages other than his own.

Other proposals from the panels involved versions of a transcendental signifier. Human faces could be carved into stone: pictograms or petroglyphs conveying horror. Munch's The Scream might be taken as a model, it was suggested, on the grounds that it could still somehow communicate terror to whatever being approached it in the distant future. Or a durable aeolian instrument might be constructed that tuned the far-future desert winds to D minor, the chord thought best to convey sadness.

The semiotician and linguist Thomas Sebeok argued on grounds of futility against the search for a transcendental signifier that could outlast all corruption and mutation. Such a sign did not exist, he said. Instead he proposed working toward what he called a long-term "active communication system" that relayed the nature of the site using story, folklore, and myth. Such a means of transmission— perpetuated by an elected "atomic priesthood"— would be flexible, allowing retellings and adaptations to occur across generations. In this way what began as a simple set of warnings might be reconfigured as, say, a long poem or folk epic, made narratively new for each society in need of
warning. Those ordained into the priesthood would have the responsibility of "laying a trail of myths about the [burial sites] in order to keep people away."

The Waste Isolation Pilot Project in New Mexico is currently due to be sealed in 2038. The plans for marking the site remain under development. Among those advising the project are social scientists and writers of science fiction. Plans for what Gregory Benford has called "our society's largest conscious attempt to communicate across the abyss of deep time" include the following measures.

First the chambers and the access shafts will be backfilled. Then a 30-foot-high berm of rock and tamped earth with a core of salt will be constructed, enclosing the above­-ground footprint of the repository. Buried in the berm and the earth around it will be radar reflectors and magnets, discs made of ceramic, clay, glass, and metal, engraved with warnings: Do Not Dig or Drill. The berm itself will be surrounded by an outer perimeter of 25-foot­-high granite pillars, also bearing warning texts.

Set flat near the berm will be a map measuring 2,200 feet by 600 feet. The map will be slightly domed so that it sheds sand in the wind, and does not itself become buried. The continents will have granite edges, the oceans will be represented by caliche stone rubble, and marked on the map will be the world's significant radioactive burial sites. An obelisk will indicate the WIPP site: You Are Here.

Close to the WIPP map what is called a "Hot Cell" will be constructed: a reinforced concrete structure extending some 60 feet above the earth and 30 feet down into it. "Hot" because it will house small samples of the interred waste, in order to demonstrate the radioactivity of what is buried far beneath.

Within the curtilage of the berm an information chamber will be built of granite and reinforced concrete, designed to last a minimum of 10,000 years. The chamber will carry stone slabs into which will be inscribed more maps, timelines, and scientific details of the waste and its risks, written in all current official United Nations languages, and in Navajo.

Buried directly below the information chamber will be a "Storage Room." This room will have four small entrances, each secured by a sliding stone door. In the room will be messages of warning cut into stone and simply phrased:

We are going to tell you what lies underground, why you should not disturb this place, and what may happen if you do.

This site was known as the WIPP (Waste Isolation Pilot Plant Site) when it was closed in 2038 A.D.

The waste was generated during the manufacture of nuclear weapons, also called atomic bombs.

We believe that we have an obligation to protect future generations from the hazards that we have created.

This message is a warning about danger.

We urge you to keep the room intact and buried.

That configuration of berm, map, Hot Cell, information chamber, and buried Storage Room — all set atop the casks of pulsing radioactive molecules entombed deep in the Permian strata — seems our purest Anthropocene architecture yet, and the greatest grave that we have so far sunk into the underland. Those repeated incantations — pitched somewhere between confession and caution—seem to me our most perfected Anthropocene text, our blackest mass.

But I know also that even those words will decay over the course of deep time—blasted from the stone by desert wind, eaten from it by atmospheric moisture, or lost in translation. For language has its half-life too, its decay chain. The written history of humanity is only around 5,000 years old, when cuneiform first emerged. Our language systems are dynamic, our inscription systems vulnerable to destruction or distortion. Most ink is perishable in direct sunlight, fading within months toward invisibility. Even if lettering is inscribed in durable substances, there is no guarantee that it will be legible to future audiences. Today perhaps a thousand people in the world can understand cuneiform.

Those in charge of the burial chambers at Onkalo are largely unconcerned about how to communicate warnings to future generations. They know that, at their latitude, the forest will soon begin to grow over abandoned land, concealing the above­-ground presence of the site. They know too that once the forest has grown it will not be long, in terms of Earth time, until the glaciers return to this region. They know that the passage of the ice will smooth out all signs of what has been done here, placing the whole terrain under erasure.
 
At the lowest point of Onkaloa an arched side tunnel leads off the terminal chamber. The tunnel's floor is flat and screeded. Sunk into that floor are two cored­-out cylindrical spaces. These are burial holes awaiting their bodies.

Each hole is eight feet deep and five feet in circumference, protected by a circular yellow guardrail.

At the tunnel's mouth sit a gray melamine table and a brown plastic chair. Until the lethal canisters arrive this is a workplace, and as in all workplaces there are forms that require filling in and legs that need resting.

A series of brown plastic panels are bolted to the side of the tunnel, and on them an unknown finger has sketched pictures in the stone dust that clings to the plastic. There are three panels. On the left-hand panel the finger has drawn a landscape with a storm, a tree, a house. On the center panel, a rabbit sitting on a cloud. On the right-hand panel is a human face with a crinkled smile.

Once the canisters of waste have been deposited in Onkalo and all the reception cylinders are replete, the spiraling access ramp will be backfilled, the ventilation shafts will be backfilled, the lift shaft will be backfilled, and at last the mouth of the tunnel entrance will be backfilled—two million tons of bedrock and bentonite, sealing those canisters in place, keeping the future safe from the present.

(Excerpted & edited from Underland by Robert Macfarlane.)

Saturday, June 22, 2019

Internet is being used as a surveillance & mind conditioning tool

Few people understand how America's emergency phone call number 911 was used to conduct the inside job of World Trade Center terrorist attack on Sep 11, 2001 to imprint a lasting impression (propaganda) on the national psyche of the Americans...

Speeding into the Void of Cyberspace as Designed
By Edward Curtin
Global Research, May 29, 2019

“The internet was hardwired to be a surveillance tool from the start.  No matter what we use the network for today – dating, directions, encrypted chat, email, or just reading the news – it always had a dual-use nature rooted in intelligence gathering and war….[Surveillance Valley shows] the ongoing overlap between the Internet and the military-industrial complex that spawned it a half century ago, and the close ties that exist between the US intelligence agencies and the anti-government privacy movement that has sprung up in the wake of Edward Snowden’s leaks.” – Yasha Levine, Surveillance Valley: The Secret Military History of the Internet

“My Dear, here we must run as fast as we can, just to stay in place.  If you wish to go anywhere, you must run twice as fast as that.” – Lewis Carroll, Alice in Wonderland

Speed and panic go hand-in-hand in today’s fabricated world of engineered emergencies and digital alerts.  “We have no time” is today’s mantra – “We are running out of time” – and because this mood of urgency has come to grip most people’s minds, deep thinking about why this is so and who benefits is in short supply. I believe most people sense this to be true but don’t know how to extract themselves from the addictive nature of speed long enough to grasp how deeply they have been propagandized, and why.

A key turning point in the creation of this mood of an ongoing emergency and tense urgency was the naming of the attacks of September 11, 2001 as “9/11.”  “Quick, call 911” permeated deep into popular consciousness. The so-called “security” it elicited became a cloaked form of interminable terror.  The future editor of The New York Times and Iraq war promoter, Bill Keller, introduced this emergency phone connection on the morning of September 12, 2001 in a New York Times op-ed piece, “America’s Emergency Line: 911.”  The linkage of the attacks to a permanent national emergency was thus subliminally introduced, as Keller mentioned Israel nine times and seven times compared the U.S. situation to that of Israel as a target for terrorists.  His first sentence reads:

“An Israeli response to America’s aptly dated wake-up call might well be, ‘Now you know.’”

By referring to September 11 as 9/11, an endless national emergency became wedded to an endless war on terror aimed at preventing Hitler-like terrorists from obliterating us with nuclear weapons that could create another “ground zero” or holocaust.

Mentioning Israel (“America is proud to be Israel’s closest ally and best friend in the world,” George W. Bush would tell the Israeli Knesset) so many times, Keller was not very subtly performing an act of legerdemain with multiple meanings.  By comparing the victims of the 11 September attacks to Israeli “victims,” he was implying, among other things, that the Israelis are innocent victims who are not involved in terrorism, but are terrorized by Palestinians, as Americans are terrorized by fanatical Muslims.

Palestinians/Al-Qaeda/Iraq/Iran/Afghanistan/Syria versus Israel/United States.  Explicit and implicit parallels of the guilty and the innocent.  Keller tells us who the real killers are, as if he knew who was guilty and who was innocent.

His use of the term 9/11 pushes all the right buttons, evoking unending social fear and anxiety.  It is language as sorcery. It is propaganda at its best. Even well respected critics of the U.S. government’s explanation use this term that has become a fixture of public consciousness through endless repetition. As George W. Bush would later put it, as he connected Saddam Hussein to “9/11” and pushed for the Iraq war, “We don’t want the smoking gun to be a mushroom cloud.”  All the ingredients for a linguistic mind-control smoothie had been blended. Under Obama, it was Afghanistan, Syria, Libya, and Russia, and now Trump touts Iran as the great threat.  So many emergencies following fast upon each other are enough to make your head spin.

This sense of ongoing urgency and dread was joined to the fast growing (and getting faster by the day) internet and cell phone world that has come to dominate contemporary life.

Permanent busyness and speed – a state of on-edge nervousness and panic with digital alerts – are today’s norms.

The majority of people live “on” their phones with their constant beeps, and the digital media have fragmented our sense of time into perpetual presents that create historical amnesia and digital dementia.  In a so-called progressive world of consumer capitalism, the era of what the astute sociologist Zygmunt Bauman has called “liquid modernity,” time itself has become an online transaction, a liquid commodity that flows away faster than a scrolling screen.


The Information Superhighway, The Feeling of Absurdity, Something is Inherently Wrong, Buried in a Snowstorm…

We live in a use-by-date digital world in a state of suspended animation where “time is short” and we must hustle before our use-by date is past. The pace of private and public life has outrun most people’s ability to slow down long enough to realize a hidden hustler has taken them for a ride to Wonderland where the only wonder is that more people have not gone insane as they slip and slide away on the superhighway to nowhere.

John Berger, as only a sage artist would, noted this essential truth in his 1972 novel G.: Every ruling minority needs to numb and, if possible, to kill the time sense of those whom it exploits. This is the authoritarian secret of all methods of imprisonment.

Today the vast majority of people, trapped by the manufactured illusion of speed, are in their cells, quickly texting and calling and checking to see if they’ve missed anything as time flies by.

Much is said about various types of environmental pollution, but the pollution of speed and its effects on mind and body are rarely mentioned, except to express gladness for more speed.  The rollout of 5G technology is a case in point. Mental and physical health concerns be damned.  Back in the 19thcentury, when space and time were being first “conquered” by the camera, telegraph, and telephone, these inventions were described as flying machines.  Time flew, voices flew, images flew.  Soon the phonograph and film would capture and preserve the “living” voices and the moving images of the living and the dead. It was scientific spiritualism at its birth. Today’s comical research into
downloading “consciousness” to conquer death by becoming machines is its latest manifestation.

That the clowns behind this speed culture are growing rich on this research at our elite universities that are funded by the Pentagon and the intelligence agencies doesn’t make people howl with sardonic laughter puzzles me.


Laughter’s good; it slows you down.  I just had a good laugh reading an article about scientists wondering why new research “suggests” that the universe may be a billion years younger than they thought.  I love their precision, don’t you?  My students, in their learned helplessness and desire to be told what to do, have often asked me how long their term papers should be, and when I tell them probably 37 1/2 words, they look at me with mouths agape.  What do you mean? one finally asks.  I tell them that writing 37 1/2 words is much faster than having to think slowly as you write, and when you have nothing left to say, to just stop.  A fast 37 1/2 words solves the thinking problem.  Maybe you can text me your paper, I often add, even though I don’t do texting.

On a more serious note, a lifelong student of speed (dromology), the brilliant French thinker Paul Virilio, has shown how speed and war have developed together and how totalitarianism is latent in technology. Few listen, just as they did not listen to Jacques Ellul, Lewis Mumford, Neil Postman, and others who warned of the direction technology was taking us. Nuclear weapons are the supreme technological “achievement,” of course, devices that can eliminate all space and time in a flash. They work fast.  Virilio says, The speed of the new optoelectronic and electroacoustic milieu becomes the final void (the void of the quick), a vacuum that no longer depends on the interval between places or things and so on the world’s very extension, but on the interface of an instantaneous transmission of remote appearances, on a geographic and geometric retention in which all volume, all relief vanish.

As I write, I look down at my wristwatch lying on the desk and laugh.  My sister gave it to me after her husband died.  He had won it as a member of the Villanova track team that won the 4 man, 2-mile relay at the famous Coliseum Relays in Los Angeles in near world record time.  Young men whose bodies were in motion to move across terra firma as fast as possible. No drugs produced in a technological chemical factory to aid them. No gimmicks.  Just bodies in motion, unlike today.  It is an analog watch that must be wound every day when the sun rises.  But my brother-in-law never
wound it because he never used it. He was saving it as a stashed-away memento in some sort of suspended time. I like it because it always runs a bit slow, unlike the Villanova flashes.  I like slow.

In a brilliant book written in 1999 before the hyper-speed era was fully underway – Speaking Into The Air: A History of the Idea of Communication – John Durham Peters, while not especially focusing on the issue of speed and technology as does Virilio, indirectly explores the fundamental issue that underlies technology and its control by the elites.  The problem with technology is that it is the use of a technique applied to physical things to control those who don’t control the machines. Today that is the Internet and digital technology, controlled by those Virilio calls “the global kinetic elites.” Many readers might remember the iconic line from the film Cool Hand Luke with Paul Newman: “What we have here is failure to communicate.”  That is our issue.  How to communicate, and to whom, and who controls our means and speed of communication. Speed kills genuine communication, which may be its point.

Here’s what Peters has to say about the new media of the 19th century.

Media of transmission allow crosscuts through space, but recording media allow jump cuts through time. The sentence for death for sound, image, and experience had been commuted.  Speech and action could live beyond their human origins.

In short, recording media made the afterlife of the dead possible in a new way.  As Scientific American put it of the phonograph in 1877: ‘Speech has become, as it were, immortal. That ‘as it were’ is the dwelling place of ghosts.

Despite our advanced technology today, we still die, but we live faster, which is not to say better.  We live faster until modern medicine makes our dying slower.

Speed grants us the illusion of control, an illusionary sense of stop-time in the midst of techno-time, digital time, pointillistic time where so much is happening simultaneously across the internet and we “have” it at our fingertips.

Awash in cultural nostalgia that gives us a frisson of false comfort, we scroll the past as fast as we can.  In the small town where I live, urbanites come in droves for nostalgia and create hyper-gentrification.  I see them rapidly walking the country roads talking from their cells as bird song, rustling leaves, and lapping water passes them by, the technology serving as a shield from reality itself.

To realize that the Internet was developed as a weapon and has killed our sense of flesh and blood natural time to exploit us through speed should be obvious, though I suspect it isn’t.

The invention and control of the Internet by the Pentagon, the intelligence agencies, and their allies in Silicon Valley, as Yasha Levine chronicles in Surveillance Valley, is a fundamental problem that deserves focused attention.  However, who can slow down enough to focus?  As he says, “American military interests continue to dominate all parts of the network, even those that supposedly stand in opposition.”  This includes Tor and Signal, two encrypted mobile phone and internet services highly touted by journalists, political activists, and dissidents for their ability to make it impossible for governments to monitor communication.  Levine writes, While Internet billionaires like Larry Page, Sergey Brin, and Mark Zuckerberg slam government surveillance, talk up freedom, and embrace Snowden and crypto privacy culture, their companies still cut deals with the Pentagon, work with
the NSA and CIA, and continue to track and profile people for profit.  It is the same old split-screen marketing trick: the public branding and the behind-the-scenes reality.

The Internet is, as he argues, an “old  cybernetic dream of a world where everyone is watched, predicted, and control.”

 It is also where you are reading this, another article that will fast disappear from your mind as a stream of more urgent articles rush into print to push it aside.

We are homeless modern minds now, exiled from earth time, and if we don’t rediscover our way back to a slow contemplation of our fate and the ontological reality of human being itself, I’m afraid we are speeding into the void.
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Distinguished author and sociologist Edward Curtin is a Research Associate of the Centre for Research on Globalization. His website is http://edwardcurtin.com/