Well, one (unclassified) file with many, many projects.



Happy 2023, here are some fun activities DARPA and the DoD have in store for us this year.




A-PhI - scalable atomic clocks to create GPS independence from central NIST location in the event of power grid failure.




WARDEN - to amplify the range and lethality of high-power microwave systems.



Rapid Healing for Warfighter Injuries - leveraging artificial intelligence to predict, stimulate, and control physiological processes in complex tissues.




NSIA - non-surgical machine interface technology to input multiple channels of information into neural tissue. *Currently in final testing/transition to implementation phase*




***AAI*** facilitation of operator-machine interface, knowledge management and dissemination, and social context-informed AI forecasting, including focus on measuring and aggregating PRECONSCIOUS SIGNALS and how these can be used to determine what people believe to be true.




Oversight - implementation of automated satellite-based programming to maintain custody (constant surveillance) of "targets" in contested environments, interfacing with IoT infrastructure to supplement satellite capability.



SemaFor - the use of AI/machine learning to identify "false information", its origin, and its intent.




ASIST - development of computational agents (AI) that demonstrate human social intelligence which can be utilized with high trust/acceptance in complex environments.



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Some of this may strike a nerve with you

Some interesting plans for commercial space stations. There are many plans from the private entities who have big projects and plans for near space.

I know there has been a lot of doom porn about Yellowstone and yes if it blows it will not be a happy ending for humans and other living things possibly around the world..

I personally feel that with all the vents Yellowstone has releasing gasses that there is not a big enough pressure build up to set another big one off in that location.... However there are about 20 super volcanoes around the world both present and past and one that seems to be getting its fair share of attention is the one around Naples Italy ...  With the population in the area of Naples today (if it blows) it would make Pompeii pale in comparison IMO. 

A story series by a wannabe Fox Mulder.

Getting Spooked about odd disappearances, a UFO cult in a small Kansas town, and an ominous warning to George HW Bush channeled from ETs:

Quote:St. Peter at the Sonic Drive-In, Pt. 1

On September 20th, 1991, Russell County Sheriff Robert Balloun was dealing with an unusual case, one that he would call a “giant, mixed-up puzzle.”1 Speaking with an AP reporter on the 20th, Balloun announced that there were no solid leads in the disappearance of four women from the small Kansas town of Russell. Missing since September 9th were Donna Butts, Marcia Brock, and Brock’s two college age daughters Sonya and Stephanie. Also missing was an Ottawa, Kansas doctor by the name of Scott Corder. The only stated connection between all of these missing people was “their common belief in UFOs.”2

I remember the first time my grocery bill went over a hundred bucks.

I remember when it went over two.

For the life of me, I never expected to see it go over five hundred ... but, it did this past weekend.  Son of a bitch!!

The price of primers (those little things that set off the powder in your bullet casings) have climbed up over a hundred and fifty bucks for a thousand (or a brick). The second-to-last time I bought primers, I got them on sale at $17 a brick, and purchased them by the case. Now, I find my ass bruised from me kicking it all the time ... for not buying by the pallet at those prices. Doing so would have just been a greedy thing to do.

I used to be able to make a single bullet for between 12¢ and 14¢. That's how much a single primer costs now. Bullets (that little piece that flies through the air) have gone from 4¢ to 6¢ to upwards of 30¢. I was paying 92¢ for 300gr match grade .338. I can't even look at what those would cost these days. Glad I have enough of 'em to suit my needs.

I can't imagine what kind of a pressure cooker the cities are gonna turn into. All this inflation ... and nobody's paychecks rising with. Weird weather here too.  LOL

The rabbit eyed the figure standing in the clearing and deliberated in its own fundemental way of whether it was a danger
or not. The distance between them assured that the nose-twitching sentry could find safety in the small bolt-hole hidden
beneath the roots of the nearby tree, but still... you can never be too-attentive when it came to those who walk on their
hind legs.

Feeling a movement within her stomach, the grey doe determined her pregnancy was more important than her scrutiny of
the stationary shape wearing a large hat on its head and with a flick of her tail, vanished into the sanctuary of excavated
sandy-soil and straw. The sedate object of the rabbit's surveillance merely adjusted the strap of her satchel and continued
her amble towards the grove of contorted Mangle trees.

A solitary soaring gull told the bare-footed trespasser of the rabbit's world that she was close to her goal and doffing the
floppy item that the female bunny had found so strange, the wearer wiped her brow and smiled up at the clear-azure sky.
It was still early morning in mid-summer and the dew-kissed grass was welcoming to the little Witch from Underhill as she
passed beneath the salt-covered leaves of the Mangles and followed the faint track towards her destination.

If this waddling interloper in the grubby poncho had looked back from her trek, she would've seen where the briny waters
of the shallow bay ahead had slowed in its marination of the sabulous soil and the standard timber of Elms and Oaks
found on the Witch's usual wanderings waited like annoyed customers to take advantage of any change.

Mangle trees held sway here due to their ability to exude the salts from the seawater and hence, the shallow cove that
separated the mainland from this visitor's main objective was known as Alkali Bight.

Considering her last adventure in the cold mountains to the north, Peggy Powler felt a great relief as the dappled shade
guided the visitor through the maze of gnarled thicket to the blissfully-quiet inlet where warm calm waters lapped at the
sandy shores close to Finley Bucca's home. It was due to Myrddin the Great Wizard's assurance that the Elf would help
Peggy in obtaining the long-ago stolen book of Majick and considering the ancient tome's alleged location, the sauntering
sorceress believed she would need such assistance.

"Careful of the carrots" a small mousy voice advised jocularly as Peggy arrived at a Witch-high barrier of woven Hazel
twigs and rising up on her tip-toes to see where the cautioning articulation had come from, the unshod caller observed
a small being sitting on a stool smoking a spindle-stemmed pipe. The ears and traditional waistcoat gave it away, but
from the cheerful smile behind the puffs of smoke, Peggy believed her wander through the woods had finished and now
she could get down to business. The retrieval of the Glamour Grimoire.
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Armed with a huge human-sized mug of chicory, Finley's guest watched the middle-aged Fae till the dark earth around
the vegetables he held in high regard. Peggy's query about the different soil was remedied with an explanation of hard
work and Finley pointing towards the vehicle involved, a cracked and sagging wheelbarrow.

"It took me a whole Spring to lug this stuff in..." Finley said as his makeshift hoe re-cached the carrots back into their
neat rows. "...My old back took another season to recover from the task" he added absently and offered a grin to the
listening necromancer. Studying the Elf's willow-trellis of cucumbers, well-developed beans and the obligatory bundles
of tomatoes, Peggy could see why the fencing was needed. The furry bunnies may be an quaint additive to a whimsical
rural scene, but their voracious appetites can test the patience of even the most compassionate of gardeners.

"Yon lapins are sure te' keep yer' busy..." Peggy proposed when Finley finally finished his tending. "...A bugger te' yer'
greens, but a fine meal for a enterprisin' Elf as yer'self?" she murmured and went back to enjoying her brew. The amiable
Elf nodded without looking up from his chore and breathed agreement in his guest's opinion on the nose-wiggling enemy
beyond the hazel fence. However, a short wander away from the interlaced hurdle would have provided the sorceress
with a clue to why Finley didn't adhere to the wrath of those who cultivate succulent salad crops and an explanation to
her supper later. With a good eye, a transient may notice there were at least three rabbit snares just near his gate.
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The dog-day sun had just passed its apogee and the pair had enjoyed a meal together in the house that Finley built.
A subterranean structure that held all the niceties of a home and the ingenuity of a craftsman to exist in such sandy
conditions. A sturdy-looking door led a visitor into a shadowy corridor that heralded a large domed room ribbed with
wooden supports that wouldn't look out of place on a sailing ship.

Positioned only a stone's throw from the narrow beach where the daily tidal waters vacate the half-moon channel, Mister
Bucca's hidden residence held the ability to not only rebuff any possible seawater absorption of the surrounding terrain,
but kept out the sand that it squatted in. Peggy had guessed the walls of the large dwelling once belonged to massive
wooden barrels that were used to transport commodities by sea and maybe the Finley had acquired such containers due
to a past storm.

Nonetheless, when seeking cooperation from someone who is kind enough to not only provide food and lodging, but to also
involve themselves in something potentially dangerous to himself and his home, the Last Witch of Underhill felt it prudent
to not press her assumption further. "Yer' a lucky Fae fur' havin' such a lovely place" was all she had commented in regard
of her host's abode during their fine supper of rabbit pie and boiled potatoes. The rest of their conversation was about her
mission to recapture the book.
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It was dusk when Peggy and Finley crept quietly down through the Mangles and stepped into one of the many thin gullies
of water that perforated this end of Alkali Bight. The crouching couple waded between the tide-heaped banks where only
the hardiest of distorted trees clung on for dear-life and sought meagre nourishment through their long flexuous roots.

"Can yer' see the island frum' here, Fin?" the shape at the rear of the single file whispered and attempted to peek through
the gaps between the saline-dripping branches as they made their way to the mouth of the culvert and the deeper waters
beyond.  Finley remained silent until they neared the end of the sandy embankment that had hidden them from anyone
wishing to surveil this end of Alkali Bight.

"Keep yourself low, Peggy..." the Elf advised and put a hand on her shoulder as she arrived next to the little figure leaning
on the granular breakwater. "...The island is just in front of us and if you look closely, you can see the Guard-house" Finley
hissed as he gazed alongside the famous Witch at the high archipelago that protected the beach from the foulest of weather
and bordered the crescent-shaped bay that the same spellbinder would have to traverse.

"Bugger me" Peggy exclaimed and to make light of his fellow-wader's incertitude, Finley jokingly replied "What... in here?!"

(No, this is not news hot off the press)...But still ongoing.

Quote:NASA’s Operation IceBridge Completes Eleven Years of Polar Surveys (Dec 11, 2019)

For eleven years from 2009 through 2019, the planes of NASA’s Operation IceBridge flew above the Arctic, Antarctic and Alaska, gathering data on the height, depth, thickness, flow and change of sea ice, glaciers and ice sheets.



Designed to collect data during the years between NASA’s two Ice, Cloud, and land Elevation Satellites, ICESat and ICESat-2, IceBridge made its final polar flight in November 2019, one year after ICESat-2’s successful launch.

As the team and planes move on to their next assignments, the scientists and engineers reflected on a decade of IceBridge’s most significant accomplishments.

[History follows]
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2019: The end of an era

In 2019, IceBridge continued flying in support of ICESat-2 for its Arctic and Antarctic campaigns. The hundreds of terabytes of data the team collected over the decade will fuel science for years to come.

“This data doesn’t get old,” Studinger said. “This data set we have right now will be incredibly valuable going into the future. It’s basically the only data set of its kind that we have.”

“Our data is freely available to anyone,” said project manager Eugenia De Marco. “I believe that, as humans, we are stewards of this planet, and as such, it is our responsibility to take care of it. The first step in that process is to find out what’s going on with the physical world so we can better address the challenges facing our planet. I believe IceBridge and the data it has collected helps answer the question of what’s going on, and that is one of the biggest contributions IceBridge has provided over the years.”

The campaign completed more than 900 flights between Greenland and Antarctica, and more than 150 in Alaska. While some members of the team changed over the decade, some have been with the project since its beginning.

“We had this incredible can-do attitude on both the instrument teams and the aircraft teams,” said Studinger, who was the project’s first lead scientist in 2009 and worked with the mission throughout the decade. “We might have been working really long days for 11 weeks straight in Greenland, but still, at 5 in the morning, people step on the airplane and say hello with a big smile on their face. It really speaks to the people, who for me, were the most enjoyable part – the IceBridge family.”

IceBridge finished its last polar flight on November 20, 2019. The team will complete one more set of Alaska flights in 2020.

“Operation IceBridge took what NASA had already learned how to do with planes at the poles and supersized it, with consistently successful airborne campaigns across the Arctic and Antarctic for eleven years straight,” said MacGregor. “While IceBridge was laser-focused on its primary objective – bridging the gap between ICESat and ICESat-2 – it was sufficiently big and broad in scope that it generated a momentum all its own, too. IceBridge opened the door to new ways of thinking about monitoring the polar regions and enabled numerous unexpected discoveries, and brought new scientists and new data types into the fold.”

Now Germany is experiencing a 19% increase in deaths over the projected base line.