Scientists have been able to capture through the Hubble telescope one such unforbearance.
That’s what happened to a galaxy called D100 in the massive, Coma galaxy cluster, starting roughly 300 million years ago. Images from NASA’s Hubble Space Telescope allowed researchers to see the phenomenon in unprecedented detail.
“This galaxy stands out as a particularly extreme example of processes common in massive clusters, where a galaxy goes from being a healthy spiral full of star formation to a ‘red and dead’ galaxy. The spiral arms disappear and the galaxy is left with no gas and only old stars,” said William Cramer, a graduate student in Yale’s Department of Astronomy who led the new research.
“This phenomenon has been known about for several decades, but Hubble provides the best imagery of galaxies undergoing this process.”
(Image credit: NASA/ESA/University of Alabama/Yale University)
Colonel Tom Parker started his own record company, Boxcar Records, in the 1970s. He couldn't legally release music from Elvis Presley, because Elvis was under contract with RCA. But Parker wanted to sell an Elvis album so badly that he produced Having Fun with Elvis on Stage, which had no singing at all! It was a spoken-word album, a compilation of stage banter from concerts held from 1969 through 1972.
Now, this would be great if Presley was as gifted at stage banter as Ed Robertson of Barenaked Ladies (or Robertson’s former cohort, Steven Page), but at this point in his career, he was dropping some seriously strange commentary. He had introduced karate moves to his act; he sometimes had trouble keeping to a single line of thought; and he at one point compared himself to Fat Albert in commentary that could best be described as awkward and opened itself up to far worse descriptions.
But in the right eyes, of course, this banter might have been seen as charming—especially to the type of person who found themselves at an Elvis Presley show in the mid-1970s. And Presley had a lot of “right eyes” looking at him.
Isolated from the musical performance, the material was awful, and the album Having Fun with Elvis on Stage was a badly-edited mishmash. It is often regarded as the worst album of all time. The truth is that some performers are great at stage banter, while others are ...not. Still, since concerts get recorded, what they say between songs lives on. Ernie Smith at Tedium looks at Having Fun with Elvis on Stage, plus other musicians who represent 450-841-7662. -via 719-246-2704
In November of 1945, 14-year-old Thora Chamberlain was walking from school to a football game with her classmates. She was excited about cheering for her high school team, and was wearing the school colors. Chamberlain was also being watched by ex-con Thomas H. McMonigle.
McMonigle pulled up to the curb and motioned Thora over. Rolling down the passenger window, he asked the girl if she’d like to baby-sit for him and his wife. The fact that he was wearing military clothing (Navy grays with several medals, including a purple heart) may have made her less cautious than she normally would be.
Thora told him she was headed to the football game, and didn’t want to miss it. He insisted that he’d pay her double, and it would only be for thirty minutes. She’d be back in time for the game, he said. Several classmates said they saw her get in the car and watched it drive away. Before leaving, Thora called to a friend to “save me a seat.”
The teen was never seen again by anyone except her killer.
However, some of Chamberlain's possessions were found, notably her socks. McMonigle was eventually caught and, despite his changing stories, was convicted of murder and sentenced to death. That's when the story gets really strange. A mad scientist from Berkeley petitioned authorities to take possession of McMonigle's remains after the execution in order to "reanimate" him! Read what happened to that case at Robert A. Waters' blog. -via Strange Company
In 1975, William Shatner and John Travolta starred in a movie you've probably never heard of called The Devil's Rain. It was immediately panned by critics, and was never seen in theaters outside of New York and Los Angeles.
In the film, all the actors had casts of their faces made, because in the movie, the characters’ faces melt, and they needed to make masks for the melting scenes. In the film, the prosthetic for Shatner’s melting face looked like this:
You would not be expected to remember the picture above, or the movie, or even recognize the look. But the mold that it was made from -a cast of Shatner's face- began a long and creative life. Its influence can be seen in The Texas Chainsaw Massacre, The Walking Dead, and at a Halloween store near you. Read about the birth and the strange longevity of Shatner's mask at Uproxx.
In my PhD thesis, I dozed in a coffin-like structure in the floor (F) of a wooden room with Chagas bugs (Triatoma infestans), wearing a modified gas mask to lead my breath out of the room & video-taped what happened on the gauze-covered opening (GCO) right above me. 2194052997pic.twitter.com/kvqE84m5vx
Jason Rasgon is a professor of Entomology and Disease Epidemiology at Penn State. He studies mosquitoes and the diseases they spread. He asked his Twitter followers to admit the weirdest things they've done in their science careers. Since Rasgon works in biology, the thread was overwhelmingly slanted toward gross biology experiments.
cryosat-sliced freshly snipped human foreskin (obtained by running to maternity ward with a styrofoam coffee cup and dry ice) to use as an immunohistochemisty skin control in grad school
Indeed. Thinking that the weirdest thing was using a crossbow to take biopsy samples from seals. Same project also required us to clipper seals and then bleach them with born blonde hair dye for identification. May still be a seal out there with NEIL on his back.
There's a lot more stories, but you might need a strong stomach to read them all. Oh yeah, in the experiment at the top, Andreas Rose found that the "kissing bugs" stayed still when his breath was directed out of the room, and attacked otherwise, so it is apparently the breathing that attracts them. Read the entire Twitter thread here.
Redditor jonbees 2015585745 with the title, "My Father’s chair failing at a Coast Guard change of command." So everyone waited for the video or gif to start, and when nothing happened, they looked for the play button. But when you see it, you realize that a still picture is all you need to tell the story. At least he didn't fall overboard.
StreetsBlog USA's second annual Sorriest Bus Stop in America competition drew plenty of contenders. The ultimate winner for 2018 was the bus stop above, in Pitt Meadows, British Columbia, on the outskirts of Vancouver. This bus stop was so sorry that voters ignored the fact that it's not even in America. It's just a sign on the road, with a concrete barrier. You can stand on the highway shoulder in front of the barrier, or if you want to wait behind the barrier for safety, you'll be in a ditch, and you'd have to climb over the concrete when the bus arrives. Meanwhile, four lanes of traffic speed by in each direction.
Local resident Jason Lee submitted a detailed rundown of stop 61452’s faults to Streetsblog, a nonprofit transportation news site, for its second-annual Sorriest Bus Stop competition. “This bus stop is a disaster waiting to happen,” he wrote. “In my three decades of riding transit, I have never seen a bus stop designed like this.” Thanks to its combination of safety issues and discomfort, voters dubbed it the absolute worst in North America in September 2018.
But global publicity can work wonders. After the award threw the spotlight on stop 61452, the local authorities revamped the bus stop. See what improvements have been made for the sake of safety at Atlas Obscura.
Checking in at StreetsBlog USA, it appears that Pitt Meadows won the competition because the other finalist, in Cincinnati, was so bad that the city moved it before the contest was over.
If you've been reading Neatorama for some time, you are familiar with the many new species of living things that are named after celebrities, friends of scientists, and even fictional characters. When a scientist discovers, studies, and publishes a description of a new species, they get the naming rights, although they have to follow a few rules from the International Commission on Zoological Nomenclature, like not being offensive. Scientists, particularly those who've named a lot of species, often go out of their way to honor someone they admire with a new species name. But are these names ever intended to be an insult? That depends on your point of view.
For example, consider the curious case of, Baracktrema obamai, the official scientific name of a type of parasitic flatworm that lives in the blood of Asian box turtles.
Now, when it was first reported that parasitologist Thomas Platt had chosen this name for the parasite, it was framed by some in the press as a deliberate, knowing jab at the then president. However, Platt would later clarify that he intended for the gesture to be an honest compliment to Obama, noting that the creature reminded him of the president because – “It’s long. It’s thin. And it’s cool as hell.”
Parasitologists, as well as other specialized biologists, tend to see beauty in their subjects, even when most of us don't. Read the stories behind some wonderful species names like Crikey steveirwini, Scaptia beyonceae, Neopalpa donaldtrumpi (pictured), and more at Today I Found Out. While some may seem like insults, there's only one bona fide case of disrespect in species nomenclature.
Our bodies have been equipped with an immune system that should be capable of defending us against a whole host of diseases. There are certain mutations that make it difficult for the immune system alone to fight and that's why we use medical technologies to aid it. The same thing is true for cancer.
As our understanding of the immune system has evolved, its role in the fight against cancer has become increasingly apparent. There have been some monumental milestones that helped shape cancer treatment as it stands today, including Steven Rosenberg’s trials of tumor-infiltrating lymphocytes in the 1980s, Hans Kolb’s cure of leukemia with donor T cells in the 1990s, and the discovery of checkpoint blockade, which led to Jim Allison’s recent Nobel Prize and the explosion of the field of immunotherapy.
In an era full of rising tensions between countries and the breakdown of international diplomacy, we can no longer neglect that something like a nuclear war might occur with even a small, inaccurate decision made by the big players in global politics. But there has been a question regarding the US nuclear triad, and that is, is it still worth it?
We have all thought about what it feels like to become immortal or at least, to live to be over 100 years old. Though the thing about being human is that we age and decay so even if we do live until the ripe old age of 100, we won't necessarily be able to enjoy life.
However, there is one man who longs to live beyond 100 and he is doing everything he can to achieve that: Dave Asprey.
As he’s fond of saying, he has no interest in being average. Asprey, who is 45, has made the widely publicized claim that he expects to live to 180. To that end, he plans to get his own stem cells injected into him every six months, take 100 supplements a day, follow a strict diet, bathe in infrared light, hang out in a hyperbaric oxygen chamber, and wear goofy yellow-lensed glasses every time he gets on an airplane.
Currently, Asprey is best known as the founder of Bulletproof Coffee; he’s the reason everyone started slipping a pat of butter into their coffee a few years back. At least one of the Kardashians is a fan, and Jimmy Fallon has extolled the virtues of the high-fat beverage on The Tonight Show: “It’s the most delicious thing ever. But it’s actually good for you. It’s good for your brain.”
Sci-fi films of the 1950's had their high points, e.g., Forbidden Planet, Godzilla, and they had their low points, e.g., Beginning of the End, Attack of the Crab Monsters. And then they had their below-low points, in this case The Giant Claw.
The Giant Claw was a 1957 film produced by the legendary Sam Katzman ('legendary' in this sense not being a complimentary term, for Katzman was a legendary cheapskate). It was an extremely low-budget film and has several noteworthy points of interest: 1) the creature was based on a wooden puppet that Sam Katzman bought in Mexico 2) the artists of the lobby cards were never shown the final creature - they merely used a verbal description, and their efforts were far off the mark (see below) 3) the actors, such as 1950's B-Movie stalwart Jeff Morrow, never saw the creature either but had been assured by Katzman that the special effects would be first-rate and 4) at the premier in Los Angeles, audiences laughed hysterically when they finally did see the creature, and Jeff Morrow and others of the cast who were in attendance sneaked out of the theater before they were recognized. Such things had never happened before, not even with Ed Wood's films.
As usual, the IMDb is on top of things: "What a hoot!!!! This film tops them all......and the 50's had some real "winners" in the genre. And like all that went before and after, this will win your heart. Knowing that computer generated effects and advanced use of the blue screen were things yet to come, we usually have to bite the bullet and figure they did the best they could with what they had. BUT, in this case, they really hit bottom with the monster bird. It has to be the worst of all.....it's a damn wooden puppet on strings that bobs around like Big Bird on a binge......pretty pitiful. Jeff Morrow probably wanted to commit suicide or die of terminal embarrasment after seeing this film in its finished state. And the lovely Mara Corday, who was always stuck in the lower echelon of film making, had to count this as a low point in her career. She deserved better. Now, after saying all those negative things, I can honestly say that I love this movie....it is so outrageous that you are just sucked in, forever becoming a fanatic of low budget, 50's horror/science fiction films. Yes, it is really bad, really bad.....but somehow you can't quit watching. Have fun with it!!!
And, naturally, a film like this has its own review on badmovies.org.
The theatrical trailer and the theatrical film are available on YouTube and are embedded below. Also embedded is a video of all of the creature's scenes from the film, if you can't bear to watch the whole thing. This film was also featured on MST3K, but surprisingly, this episode does not appear to be available on YouTube. Like Robot Monster, this is a stinker of a film but it definitely possesses entertainment value, and I saw this many times on TV during the 1960's. Watch it with your kids and everyone will be entertained.
Lobby card for the 1957 film.
The trailer for the 1957 film.
The theatrical release of the 1957 film.
All of the turkey-buzzard puppet scenes from the 1957 film.
Earlier this month, archaeologists marveled at a newly-discovered ancient stone circle near the village of Alford in Scotland. Well, it was new to archaeologists. Reports were that "local farmers have known about it for generations." One neighbor remembered seeing it in the 1930s. It was apparently a rare find, featuring recumbent stones, estimated to be 3,500 to 4,500 years old. Neil Ackerman of the Aberdeenshire Council archaeological team gave some background on such circles.
The stone circles, Ackerman said, were often built on top of even earlier cairns of rocks and were used at later dates in prehistory for the burial of cremated human remains.
"The monument you see as the finished recumbent stone circle is the last stage, as it were, in a fairly long life of monument use, which is kind of normal for prehistory — people like building stuff on important places," he said.
Erika Strong works at the office of Shopify in Toronto. Their office windows face an apartment building across the street, where cats sometimes sit in the windows. One cat was particularly intriguing to Strong and her co-workers. One day, they attached Post-it notes to their window that spelled out "What is your cat's name?" And then waited. For six weeks. It was a glorious day on Wednesday when the sign you see above appeared.
"Marshall," read the sign in a bold printed font, pasted right where Strong says the cat usually sits.
"I died," said Strong. "I freaked out. Everyone was so excited because they all knew we'd been waiting."
People on other floors in the building who'd similarly admired the cat (which this reporter believes to be a ragdoll) even went so far as to thank her for finding out more about him.