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I'm a 20-year-old English and Political Studies student from Canada. I do a little freelance writing for pocket change, but make my living hustling left-handed pool sharks in the Midget Quarter.
I'm one of the very few living Canadian warrior-poets blessed with the divine gift of "Yo Abelut" - the extraordinary ability to see things exactly as they would be, if things had gone as they did.
I have an aversion to taupe, but an attraction to beige, and often find myself shocked and flabbergasted.
I never recognized the validity of object permanence; once something leaves my field of vision, I'm convinced it ceases to exist. Strangers love that, I guess.
I have all kinds of developmental problems. I could tell you what it's like to be anal retentive, but I won't. In fact, even filling you in about my paranoid schizophrenia is probably too dangerous. I could rant about my attachment disorder and chronic depression, I guess, but it wouldn't make me feel any better, and you probably wouldn't care.
I think I'll be a teacher when I grow up. As for right now, I'm doing just fine watching my workloads scan across my screen. I hope to find a hoax someday. |
| Thoughts about SETI and SETI@home |
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Cancer kills us. The streets of most major cities are unsafe after dark. There's a hole in our ozone layer. Across the planet, people are starving. We are choking ourselves to death with the fumes of our own fossil fuels. Repressive regimes govern a significant amount of the world's population. AIDS has become an epidemic. Nuclear, biological, and chemical weapons are unaccounted for in dozens of countries. Our ice caps are melting.
How in the name of God can we afford to spend money searching for a whisper in the infinite void that surrounds us?
It gives us hope. It gives us that one-in-a-trillion shot that keeps us alive. The Search for Extraterrestrial Intelligence is the lottery ticket the single mom buys with her last few dollars of welfare. Because you never know.
We're fighting, we're dying, we're choking and burning. We're withering away and living in fear. What we need is not a way to exist further, trudging forward and trading space on a shrinking globe. What we need is not another way to stand, staring each other in the eye as we push relentlessly against one another.
We need a reason to look up. We need an excuse to explore, and to let our imaginations awaken. We need a reason to stand together on our imaginary borders, staring at the sky, and wondering if today is the day we have more in common than we have against each other.
We need SETI, because sometimes being human means more than simply existing for as long as possible. |
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