A New Face on Mars?

Statue ... Source: NASA

Statue … Source: NASA

Beings on another another planet are awesome.

But what about the search for those beings itself?  For me the search itself is just as important as the day we communicate with extraterrestrials.  As part of the search we see people do what they do best – find themselves in the universe around them.  It’s a human trait.

Take the image in this blog, for example.  Do you see the face right in the center?  Looks like a sculpture of some indian deity’s head sitting on the sand.  As if that deity lived on the planet where the statue is found for a thousand years.  And if you look closely you might see the outline of a hand sticking out of the sand – just below and to the left of the face.

Is it a statue, or just our brain interpreting shadows as sculpture of some human looking face?

We don’t know cause we can’t visit the place.  That’s because the place is on Mars, and the image was taken by the Mars Science Laboratory.  The original image can be found here:


Is this a new face on Mars?  You decide.  As for myself … I enjoy not knowing for sure.

Here’s the same image annotated … the larger circle is the head of course. The smaller circle surrounds what looks like a sculpted hand.

NASA image annotated

NASA image annotated

Eclipse can be so BLONDE sometimes.


Eklipsa. Photo courtesy another blog.

A developer who works on Eclipse started an argument with me today.

No, (s)he wasn’t talking to me in person, but the code this person wrote pissed me off.

So, I’ll just pretend that person is some irritating blonde chick.  You know, the same box-o-rocks that crushed your feelings in high school, who you’d have sex with anyway. The one you’d kick out of the house but then invite right back in.  The one you’d get so pissed at it would make you destroy all the furniture in the house.  And then you’d lie to her about why you did it so you didn’t hurt her feelings and she’d come back to have sex with you:

No, honey, really, I was chasing a rodent.  It was big. He destroyed the couch though.

Yeah, Eclipse developers can be like that chick.  Eclipse makes you insanely mad and then you take it back anyway.

That person wrote the bit of code that causes Eclipse to modify R.java files.  We’ll just call her, Eklipsa.

So, here’s how my conversation with Eklipsa went today.

me: “Eklipsa, you overwrote R.java from that library that I imported.”

Eklipsa: “Yeah. I know!  Isn’t the new one soooooo cute?!?”

me: “Not really, see I needed that file to be un-molested. Why did you modify it? My project won’t build.”

Eklipsa: “Molested? Ewww.  You’re computer’s such a PERV.”

me: “No honey. I mean the code you wrote caused a problem, and I’d like to know what happened to R.java. When Eclipse imports it from a library, Eclipse modifies it.”

Eklipsa: “I, like, soooo don’t know what you’re talking about. That’s like how it’s supposed to work … or something.”

me: “Never mind.  Wanna go shopping?”

Eklipsa: “Sure!”

me: “Here’s $100 bucks. Can you go to Abercrombie and find me a sky hook for my socks?”

Eklipsa: “Sure! Like … ?”

me: “Sky hooks are used to hang those cool socks you get at Abercrombie.  Prevents wrinkles. They’re right next to the sweaters.”

Eklipsa: “It’s like, summer, silly.  They won’t have sweaters.”

me: “Look just go away for three hours so I can figure out why you’re screwing up my project.”

Three hours later.

me (calling loudly): “Eklipsa, are you back yet?”

Eklipsa: “Like … yeah.”

me: “find my sky hook?”

Eklipsa (holds up mangled hanger): “The guy at the store said they were out. So I made you one!”

me: “Never mind.  I figured out what happened to my file R.java

Eklipsa: “Oh that’s like so smart.”

me: “If I have a layout in my project that has the same name as a layout in a library project, you destroy the library’s R.java. “

Eklipsa: “Well yeaaah silly.  That’s called, like, code refutability or something.”

me: “I think you mean code reusability, and no this is not that.  You completely overwrite the imported R.java with the wrong data. It’s a bug.  You made me waste a whole day figuring out your insanity.”

Eklipsa: “Wanna have sex?”

me: “Whatever. Fine.”