Heterosexual male, dwelling in the exurbs of Central Texas. Professional software artisan. Xenophile. Hobbyist electronic musician and guitar builder. Devotee of the sport of dog agility. Hats, musical instruments, dogs, books, and magazines tend to accumulate around me.
Artist Lisa Park’s performative piece Eunoia uses an EEG sensor and her brain to interact with dishes of water.
Actually, it’s cooler than that - The EEG sensor is connected to realtime software that does A/D conversion to sound waves. These are fed to five 15” speakers, and the water pans sit on top of the speakers. I’d kill to see this live.
It always bugs me when artists put horse’s eyes on the front of the skull. This is the equivalent of putting a human’s eyes above their ears. Horses do not hunt, so they have evolved eyes on either side of their heads to detect predators, like most herbivores. Except for a very small area near their spines, horses have almost 360 degree vision. Humph.
Saw this convo and needed to make it. Image was found, but artist is still missing, so please tell me if anyone figures out who set up the sweet photoshop. All I did was slap on the text & logo and adjusted them to look good.
I realized how badly i wanted to see ads like this. We have such few kick-ass female characters and/or role models to look forward to. I’m debating making a whole series of ads like this to see how many BAMF ladies I can find and put them in a marketing position that actually paints women as tough-as-nails-bad-asses-who-don’t-take-shit-from-anyone. We sorely need more of them.
YESSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSS. GIMMEEEEE ALLLLLLA DAT. CAN YOUR PAD/TAMPON KEEP UP WITH YOU?!
BADASS PADS/TAMPON. FOR THE ASSKICKER IN YOU.
OR SOMETHING. PLEASEEEEEEEE
I HAVE RED IN MY LEDGER
CAN THIS BE A NEW WAY OF ASKING DISCRETELY FOR A TAMPON?
RED IN MY LEDGER
Using the phrase red in my ledger from now on
And if BloodTex isn’t the name of an Austin-based all-female metal band, it sure as hell should be.
Mrs. Thoughtcontainment left a book on the back deck last night, and when she went to pick it up this morning, it was…occupied.
This is a female Haldeman’s Shieldback Katydid (Pediodectes haldemani). They’re a large and hardy species, living in the center of North America from South Dakota all the way down to Northern Mexico. The large swordlike appendage at the rear is the ovipositor; Males, not designed for egg-laying duty, don’t possess one.
Seriously, though this is kind of a big deal. Know that big problem we have? You know, the one involving a crapload of used plastic hanging around in landfills with nowhere to biodegrade for a couple million years? Well, Jonathan Russell might’ve solved that problem. See, Russell and his fellow Yale students went to Ecuador, where they found a new kind of fungus they’re calling Pestalotiopsis microspora. Big deal, you’re thinking. Anyone can find fungus anywhere! Well, something his fellow students found out after the fact is that this fungus can live on a diet of polyurethane alone — and even crazier, it doesn’t even need air to do so! In other words, we could potentially put it at the bottom of a landfill and cover it with plastic, and it would do the rest of the work. This might be game-changing if it works as advertised. (photo via Flickr user dbutt; EDIT: Updated with link to research abstract) source
There was an SF book I once read called Mutant 59: The Plastic Eaters. It was about a bacterium, though, not a fungus. Still, it didn’t turn out well. There’s lots of stuff made out of plastic that we depend on to exist.
By hitting single molecules with quadrillionth-of-a-second laser pulses, scientists have revealed the quantum physics underlying photosynthesis, the process used by plants and bacteria to capture light’s energy at efficiencies unapproached by human engineers.
The quantum wizardry appears to occur in each of a photosynthetic cell’s millions of antenna proteins. These route energy from electrons spinning in photon-sensitive molecules to nearby reaction-center proteins, which convert it to cell-driving charges.
Almost no energy is lost in between. That’s because it exists in multiple places at once, and always finds the shortest path.
Shadow People are specters that generally only appear at night, usually while someone is in bed. The witness usually wakes to find themselves paralyzed while a shadowy figure moves through their room. It’s the paralysis that makes Shadow People different than “normal” ghosts; witnesses rarely if ever can move while the ghost is in their presence.
Another identifying feature of Shadow People is also the reason for their name: they have no distinct features. Most ghosts appear as they did in life, or perhaps as decaying forms, but Shadow People have very few defining features to identify who they might be. It can be impossible to tell if they are male or female, and often they lack any sort of facial or physical features other than a vague humanoid outline. In some cases the eyes of the figure are visible or possibly glowing. Reports of Shadow People wearing old 1930s style fedoras are also common.
While Shadow People are most commonly seen in bedrooms, there also exists a subset of these ghosts that appear on the roadside. Reports of these types of Shadow People usually involve someone driving at night or dusk. They see what appears to be someone standing by the side of the road, possibly a hitchhiker, but as they pass instead of the figure becoming more distinct, it remains nothing but an inky outline that seems to watch them as they pass by.
I knew a guy who worked at the same oil technology firm I did - At one point, as a tech on site in a far-off land, he was pulling 36 hours shifts at the well, taking data. This was all okay until one night, at o-dark-thirty, he was driving home and saw a human sized penguin in a top hat with his wing stuck out, standing by the side of the road, as if he was hitchhiking. The guy slowed to a stop, rolled down the passenger’s side window, and planned to address the penguin and give him a ride.
He was stopped by one of his coworkers, who was sleeping in the passenger’s seat, at least until the window opened. Then he looked out at the empty roadside, then back at my coworker, and asked “What the fuck are you doing?” The driver obviously did not want to explain, and so he ceded the wheel to his more rested companion.
In the telling of this story to me, the guy said, that until the passenger raised the question, the penguin in the top hat was as real as I was in front of his desk, listening to this tale. Only the passenger’s question broke the spell.
The mind is a very, very complex thing. And when it malfunctions, lots of impossibilities can surface rather quickly.