#flight 370

[dontblamethewitches]

i'm curious.

what are yalls thoughts on mh370?

[timeyacey222]

happy deathday to kitty and also to malaysia airlines flight 370 cos we like that shit

[moot-lover]

Tryna solve the disappearance of MH370.

Im sure yall know what MH370 is. And if u don’t then it’s plane that disappeared and still no one found it.

Now let’s talk abt it.

It was a flight to Malaysia to China. The pilot is from a Malaysian island called penage. Let’s see the path.

The bended curve in between 3 and 4 is the island of penage.

Was the pilot tryna see his home?

This is what trail they were supposed to take.

The final trackers of Malaysia before it went missing

The final words spoken to the radar.

“Lumpur Radar: "Malaysian three seven zero, contact Ho Chi Minh one two zero decimal nine. Good night."

Flight 370: "Good night. Malaysian three seven zero."

After this another pilot tried to contact the flight only to hear mumbles that they couldn’t make out.

In 2015 the first piece of MH370 was found in the Indian Ocean.

Before you say “on maybe they found it on the beach?” Wrong. If you don’t notice it but some things are sticking out of the back. Those are barnacles that is only found in the ocean.

My theory is that the plane wasn’t hijacked. It was a suicide by pilot. If the plane rlly got hijacked how did they know that island was the pilots hometown? It doesn’t make sense.

Let me know if I’m missing smth!

[eleven-fifty-nine]

Regarding the strayedaway thing

Here's a comment I found on Reddit about the situation.

"It's fake. The blackbox doesn't automatically translate the recordings to phonetic codes. Instead it gives you the raw audio of recording of the pilots. That would be extremely stupid to do that. And it doesn't send the audio recordings, it only gives a radio signal to be received by the ships, it doesn't send the coordinate as GPS doesn't work well underwater. It can be an elaborated hoax, but none the less it's fake."

[clownn-townn]

Alright, so one of my friends had posted on facebook asking for people’s paranormal experiences and I thought, hey, maybe I should share mine on Tumblr and do something similar. So, here are mine. Feel free to reblog with your paranormal experiences! I’d love to read them. I’ll be keeping up with the notes.

Alright, so I’m going to start with the most recent one and go in no chronological order, just this one happened in my freshman year of college and the rest happened in high school. 

Freshman year of college. I'd already had plenty of experience with the paranormal. Done my own ghost hunts, used oujia boards on a regular basis, lived in haunted houses, avid fan of Ghost Adventures and Ghost Hunters, nothing surprised me. Next to our tiny college town is an even tinier town called Gurdon where there's a tiny deserted cemetary next to some railroad tracks. Down those railroad tracks at night you can see a mysterious light called the Gurdon Light (that had long since been debunked as the train light reflecting off of swamp gas, yet remains a strong part of that towns folklore). Some idiot fellow freshmen decided that they we're going to go see the Gurdon Light on the night of a full moon. No way was I going to let these inexperienced idiots go alone, especially after asking "What are you going to do if you piss off a spirit?" And they answered with "There's a baseball bat in the trunk". Like... Friend... Buddy... Pal... The fuck? So I went with. After watching them freak out over every firefly and rustling leaf, I turned toward the car to get a better look around and off in the clearing just past the cemetary I saw a solid black crouched figure. It didn't seem friendly. I turned back toward the three idiots and saw that one of them, let's call him Justin, was staring straight towards that crouched figure. "You see it too, huh?" I asked him and he just nodded. "Look at it..." He said and I turned back towards and the crouched figure was slowly standing up. It was probably about 6' tall, taller than any of us there. "Car, now." I said and Justin immediately started heading to the car. The other two didn't seem to hear me so I repeated myself louder and we all hauled ass to the car. The other two who hadn't seen it saw it as we were leaving toward the dirt road that lead to the main road. They asked me what it was and honestly I have no idea what it was, whatever it was didn't want us in that graveyard.

There was another time, I had just moved into a new house and my best friend since 7th grade, let's call her Ashley, and I had a tradition every time we moved into a new house. We would draw our own Ouija board and we would figure out exactly what's in that house and what we need to watch out for or what we need to expect ect. Because we've both always been pretty sensitive to paranormal stuff. So as we sat in my room with the door open doing this Ouija board we finally contacted a spirit. It was a young girl, native American if the name and year was anything to go off of, and as we we're being led in circles in the answers to the questions, my bedroom door slowly started to close. We both look up at it. I explain to Ashley that my door doesn't do that. The door was heavy enough to where it didn't close because of gravity or anything and it took more than just the house settling to move it. The air conditioner was also off and no windows were open so it's very unlikely that there would've been any draft strong enough to move the door. So we decide to get up and look around. We were home alone because my siblings were visiting my grandparents and my mother was out doing grocery shopping, so the house was eerily quiet. The first room we go to is my siblings room, right across the hallway from my room. We stand in there and listen for a minute cause we're both getting weird vibes from the room and then suddenly the air conditioner bangs loudly, it never is that loud kicking on, and Ashley screams and shoves past me and runs out of the room and out the front door. I quickly follow after to make sure she's okay. I ask her what happened because I figured the air conditioner scared her and she took a moment to catch her breath before responding with "I saw a girl. She had two long, dark braids and a white dress". Very characteristic of a native American girl from the time era of integration, which was the time era that the spirit we were contacting was from. We go back inside, say goodbye on the Ouija board, and apologize for bothering her.

A rather funny one happened in that same house. This ones pretty short. I was practicing for a choir competition, if you're familiar with a competition called All Region then cool if not then really there's not much to know other than it's an audition for a special choir that can get you all sorts of bragging rights and scholarships. So to practice it, I would sing into my crappy laptop microphone, play it back, and see what parts exactly that I needed to work on and what I was good at ect. After a few rounds of singing a particularly difficult part, playing it back, then repeating, something strange popped up on the audio. I listened to that part a couple of times and determined that it wasn't the TV in the living room (my bedroom was the closest to the living room and it was a trailer so the walls weren't the most sound proof) because, well, after going through all the previous recordings, there was not even a hint of sound from the living room on any of them. So I went back to the strange recording and listened to it to try to determine exactly what it sounded like. Upon closer inspection, it was a male voice saying "You're really bad at that". Thanks, Mr. Ghost.

This one is really sad, and comes with a trigger warning of possible child abuse, the ghost being the victim of it. So, as with the past story involving Ashley, this story begins with her moving into a new house. This new house had a strange layout. The first floor was fairly normal; small kitchen, big open living room, and a hallway with the kids bathroom and the three bedrooms, there being a smaller bathroom in the master bedroom. Though, the height of the living room was two floors because above the kitchen there was a large loft type area, the stairs to it by the front door in the living room. That loft area was made into a video game room and basically the kids room, as much of a kids room as you can have for a 13 year old and a 16 year old. In it was a small closet where we stored the Rockstar guitars and drumset along with a ton of board games, the tiny closet had no door, it was just a tiny closet in a very inconvenient space in the middle of the part of the loft that overlooked the living room. Then on the other side where there was the actual wall, there was another door leading to a small room. Was it intended to be an extra bedroom? Strangely placed for that. It had a window on each of the three walls without the main door, one overlooking the driveway and two overlooking the surrounding woods. There was also a ceiling fan in it. The family used it as a storage room for just a bunch of random junk. Everyone dreaded going into that room, even Ashley's younger brother who was a bit too stupid to fear anything. This kid would rather jump off the loft onto the couch (about a 10-15 foot drop) than go into that room and he actually proved it. So, me and Ashley sat outside that room after taking a few months to gather up the courage and debate whether we should or not and we did the Ouija board. Every time you went into that room or even near the door, there was a heavy sense of dread. Dread, fear, nausea, migraines, all of it came from that room. So, we kind of assumed there was a demon in there. We braced ourselves as we started with the 'hello' and waited before I asked the first question. What we had gathered was that this was a kid from when the house was first built sometime in the mid 1900's, his name was Zach and he had died when he was just 15. He spent most, if not all of his time literally locked in the room. His father, maybe step father, we couldn't get a clear answer on that one, was a very not nice man who seemed to hate the boy, very little about his mother was found out because he was very vague and dodgy about questions about his mother. His father basically locked him in that room and barely let him leave, it was questionable as to whether he even went to school or not. His father beat him, starved him, and eventually he ended up dying due to the abuse and neglect. By then the emotions in that room were becoming too much for me and Ashley to bear and I said goodbye suddenly before going into the room, Ashley going to stop me but being too slow (she was still wary of it possibly being a demon who was lying to trick us because, well, us edgy teenagers thought everything was a demon), and I locked the door from the inside to keep her from getting in to stop me. She sighed and waited patiently outside the room. I sat in the middle of the room, cross legged, and honestly felt like I was going to either burst into tears or puke my guts up. I braved through it. I told the boy about my own abuse and neglect when I was not much younger than him, I told him that I understood and that it was okay to let go because the past couldn't keep you dragged down like this. He didn't have to spend his entire life in that room and that his father was no longer there to keep him in there. I told him that the events were in the past, and even if it still hurt, it was okay, because he wasn't alone. After that talk, it took about 15 minutes at the most, there was a metaphorical sigh of relief from the room. All the heaviness, all the dread, all the fear, it just...disappeared. The room was no longer painful, the room was now genuinely empty. I actually helped a spirit move on... Even Ashley felt it because as soon as he was gone, she asked very quietly if it was over and I unlocked the door and came out of the room and started crying. Even though the lighting hadn't changed at all, the room still seemed to glow a bit brighter from the sunlight. That's probably one of my favorite ghost stories to tell.

There was the time that I had a dream that I was by the school and saw a plane go down in the distance, shortly followed by a giant splash of water from where the plain would've landed in the distance. A few days later I watched the news and found out about Flight 370 going down. A similar premonition I had was less of a dream and more of a Final Destination sort of thing. I was sitting in the back seat, my boyfriend at the time (let's call him Gabe) was in the front passenger seat, and his best friend (let's call him Mark) was driving. Next thing I know my forehead was bloody, half of it mine and half of it not quite mine, and Mark was freaking the hell out. Then, just like in the FD movies, I was standing outside the car and we hadn't even left yet. I begged Gabe to sit in the back with me because I didn't wanna be lonely and he said only if the aux cord reached. Luckily it did. So he sat in the middle and I sat behind the passenger seat. We were going about 10 above the speed limit and a truck suddenly stopped in front of us. Mark slammed on his brakes about 30 feet behind the truck and, unfortunately, due to balding tires we skidding right into the back of the truck, causing the front end of Mark's brand new car to go under the back of the truck, push the engine into the car, and the passenger side airbag to deploy. After realizing what happened, we all exited the car. The only injury was Mark breaking his hand because he got so pissed about his brand new car that he punched a nearby stop sign. After taking the car to the mechanic to get it inspected for insurance purposes, it was revealed that I had saved Gabe's life. In the front passenger seat there was a ton of shrapnel that had shredded the front of that seat that would have definitely been at the right angle and height to shred Gabe's vital and vulnerably placed blood vessels.

[victorconsults]

The Mysterious Dissapperance Of Flight 370: What We Still Don't Know

The Mysterious Dissapperance Of Flight 370: What We Still Don't Know

[xtruss]

Where is Malaysian Airlines Flight 370? A Simple Barnacle Could Help Lead Us to the Missing Plane.

By studying the shells of washed up barnacles, scientists have developed new methods for reconstructing the drift of ocean debris that may help narrow the search.

— By Cynthia Barnett | August 23, 2023

In 2014, a Malaysian Airlines flight mysteriously disappeared. A barnacle-encrusted piece of the plane's wing is one of the most important clues that has been found. New science may be able to unlock the ocean records logged in those barnacles, narrowing the search for the missing flight. Photograph By Rahman Roslan, Getty Images

Barnacles growing on airplane wreckage washed up on the island of Réunion after the disappearance of Malaysian Airlines Flight 370 have led scientists to promising new models for reconstructing the drift paths of ocean debris—and could someday help solve the great aviation mystery itself, researchers say.

The new temperature and chemistry tools, published today in the American Geophysical Union journal Advances, are among the most precise yet for using shell chemistry to retrace unknown paths of crash debris, ocean plastics, dead bodies, and other flotsam carrying Lepas anatifera, known as goose, gooseneck, or stalked barnacles.

“The chemistry of barnacle shell layers is like a forensic recorder for drifting debris,” says marine ecologist Gregory Herbert at the University of South Florida, who began working on the MH 370 mystery in the summer of 2015 after seeing news accounts of a flaperon from the missing plane washed up on a Réunion beach, encrusted with barnacles.

The Barnacle-Encrusted Flaperon was the first piece of debris found from MH 370. It was discovered on a beach on the French island of Réunion, 16 months after the plane's disappearance. Photograph By Romain Latiurnerie Xinhua/Eyev/Redux

In the eight years since, Herbert built an international team to develop methods for tracking the ocean temperatures the barnacles traveled through and statistical formulas that could, in theory, “turn that temperature history into a drift pathway that leads back to the crash,” he says.

Australian senior government oceanographer David Griffin, who has helped search for the missing jetliner since it vanished over the Indian Ocean in March 2014 with 239 passengers and crew members onboard, called the research “an important step towards possibly satisfying Malaysia’s requirement for ‘credible new evidence’ to restart the search.”

“We knew there were clues encrypted in the shells of the barnacles, but the problem was that no one really knew how to decode them,” says Griffin, who was not involved in the research. “That’s what this group has done. They’ve given us the methods to decode the data that’s there—stored in barnacle shells.”

Hitchhikers of the Sea

Living throughout the world’s temperate and tropical seas, stalked barnacles begin life as free-swimming larvae that ride ocean currents until they settle, often en masse, on driftwood, a ship’s hull, or other floating objects. Lepas cement themselves at the base of their soft stalk, which secretes one of nature’s most powerful adhesives. They use calcium carbonate and other minerals from the surrounding seawater to build their wing-shaped shells layer by layer as they grow.

Each new layer has slightly different chemical markers, vestiges of temperature, oxygen ratios, and other conditions in the water where it was built. The science of reading those layers is called sclerochronology, the shell equivalent of tree-ring science.

“Imagine a shell like a thick book, where the animal has added one page after another as it grows,” says lead author Nasser Al-Qattan, a geochemistry professor at Kuwait University. Deciphering the chemical composition of each individual page—each thin, calcite layer—gives scientists a diary of the seawater through which the animal journeyed as it built its shell.

Al-Qattan was working on his PhD in Herbert’s Tampa marine science lab analyzing oxygen isotopes in mollusk shells when the flaperon’s discovery made news around the world. Photographs and video footage showed several generations of stalked barnacles anchored to the wing piece, a retractable surface that helps control take-off and landing. The size of the largest barnacles suggested to Herbert that they could have been growing for more than a year—meaning they could have hitched a ride close to the time the jetliner vanished in March 2014.

Knowing precise sea-surface temperatures and times the barnacles drifted on the flaperon could narrow the search area by an order of magnitude. Oceanographers have temperature histories from satellite-tracked drift buoys throughout the world’s oceans—and temperatures change distinctly along the search corridor known as the “7th arc” where the plane is believed to have run out of fuel.

A buzz of science news stories about the barnacles followed the flaperon’s discovery, speculating the hitchhikers would soon help narrow the search area. Griffin says the investigative team hoped so, too. But barnacle sclerochronology is an exceedingly esoteric science. And French authorities, who oversee Réunion as a territory, limited access to the flaperon and its crustacean clues.

The French released two science reports on the barnacles within a year of the flaperon’s discovery. While they were not definitive, they laid a path for longer-term research, Herbert says. Marine scientist Joseph Poupin’s expert report established the species, size range, and their growth curve, confirming larger, older barnacles on the flaperon that could have colonized close to the crash date. In an unpublished report, researchers Dominique Blamart and Franck Bassinot analyzed isotopes from some of the actual barnacles, which gave Herbert and Al-Qattan data to model part of the flaperon’s drift.

Herbert reached out to the Lepas expert Anne Marie Power at the University of Galway in Ireland, who signed on to raise live L. anatifera in aquaria to establish shell chemistry for different temperatures. Those data helped the team develop an equation that can glean sea-surface temperature records from a mystery barnacle.

The scientists conclude they can track a barnacle’s water-temperature history within 0.1 degrees Celsius, the precision Griffin says oceanographers need to narrow the search area. The methods available in the wake of the flaperon’s discovery were accurate to only about 2 degrees Celsius, which Griffin says the investigative team found too uncertain.

Next Steps

The research, which blends the zoology and shell geochemistry with ocean drift modeling and geospatial statistics, still has a way to go before scientists can mark an “X” on a map of the Indian Ocean. The team was able to model only the final leg of the drift path based on the smallest barnacles that had colonized the flaperon. Those youngest specimens, from the Blamart and Bassinot report, are still the only ones that have been made publicly available to scientists by French authorities. In theory, Herbert says, deploying the same methodology to the oldest, largest barnacles seen on the flaperon—those that may have hitched a ride closer to the time of the crash—could model their complete journey.

The disappearance of MH 370 remains a confounding mystery despite the multi-nation, $200 million search of 46,300 square miles (120,000 square kilometers) of remote Indian Ocean, called off in 2017, three years after the crash. The Australian government’s 429-page report on the search calls it “almost inconceivable and certainly societally unacceptable in the modern aviation era with 10 million passengers boarding commercial aircraft every day, for a large commercial aircraft to be missing and for the world not to know with certainty what became of the aircraft and those on board.”

The Malaysian government has said it will not restart another search mission without evidence that is both “new” and “credible.”

“The case has gone cold, and at this point it’s very hard to actually find new evidence,” says Griffin. Whether the new barnacle methodology will meet that standard, he says, “I think we will only know once full use is made of this technique.”

Vindication of the Crusty Foulers

Stalked barnacles, which both filter feed and capture prey like tiny shrimp and polyps with hairs on their feet called cirri, have far-reaching ecological roles in cleaning seawater—and becoming food for predators including sea snails and slugs. Their super-glue strength and penchant to pile on together in crowded colonies make them a scourge to boaters, who refer to them widely as “biofoulers,” or the slang “crusty foulers.”

Griffin says he wouldn’t have imagined when he was a student assigned the squalid work of scraping barnacles from scientific instruments on the afterdeck how crucial they would prove to science. “We really need to remember how important these questions are to life here,” he says, “and to looking after our planet.”

Today, barnacles’ applications in forensics, conservation science, and biotechnology, where they inspire adhesives, are vindicating. Italian marine scientists helped prosecutors estimate that a badly decomposed body had been floating in the Tyrrhenian Sea between 65 and 90 days based on analysis of L. anatifera riding on the deceased’s pants and shoes. Researchers are also using barnacle shells in conservation biology to help track sea turtles and other marine mammals.

Charles Darwin himself spent eight years on barnacle science after finding an “ill formed little monster” during his voyage on the Beagle. He set out to write a single paper on a barnacle he called “Mr. Arthrobalanus” and ended up completing four monographs between 1846 and 1854 on diversity among hundreds of different barnacle species. The research helped shape his theory of evolution, says Power, as he saw the sweeping variation of barnacle lifestyles, still similar enough to be linked through a common ancestor.

“Eight years may seem like a long time, but in our case, since the time of the plane crash, the oxygen isotope thermometer is now calibrated for Lepas barnacle shells and there is a new methodology for constraining where the plane debris lay,” says Power.

Ultimately, says Al-Qattan at Kuwait University, one common cause kept the researchers motivated over the eight years of fits and starts. “Thinking about closure for the tens and hundreds of family members and friends of people on that plane really kept us going.”

[theafricanbabe]

Dupes fall for Daily Currant satire of Sarah Palin (again)

http://twitter.com/#!/Freshselective/status/447003669150457857

The Daily Currant strikes again. The website, which calls itself “The Global Satirical Newspaper of Record,” last week claimed that Sarah Palin told Sean Hannity she believes Malaysian Airlines Flight MH370 “accidentally flew too high and got stuck in heaven.” The story was cross posted to other non-satire sites and managed to fool…

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