Friday, February 13, 2009

Now I’m pulling to your gravity / Spinning helplessly / I'm falling through the night / Like a lonely satellite

By Michael J.W. Stickings

In case you missed it, two satellites -- one American, one Russian -- collided earlier this week, about 500 miles over Siberia. "The impact produced a cloud of debris," reported the BBC, but there seems to be little risk to the International Space Station, "which is orbiting the Earth [well] below the course of the collision."

The collision was the "the biggest incident of its kind to date." And with "about 17,000 man-made objects above 10cm in size that orbit Earth," and with that number "constantly increasing," the threat of future space collisions is growing. For more, here's a Q&A on space debris.

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The title of this post? (Bad) lyrics to a (probably terrible -- I've never heard it) song by the Backstreet Boys, "Satellite." It's on their "Helpless When She Smiles" CD single (2008).

How do I know this? Google. I was looking for the lyrics to Guster's "Satellite," a really good song by a really good band, when I came across this drivel. It just seemed more... appropriate.

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