Friday Science Roundup for April 29, 2011

Yee haw, pardners! It’s Friday night and time for all us science cowboys to wrestle us some prime broncs from the world of discovery and put out brands on them! So strap on your science spurs, grab your six shooter of speculation, and put on your ten gallon hat filled with twelve gallons of curiosity, because we’re heading out to rustle us some news from the Science is OK Corral!

{ The preceding was written by little eight year old Billy Batson of Watusi, Hawaii, who fell into a time warp from the 1950’s and is a little shaken up right now, so the Make a Wish foundation insisted that I let him write the intro to what they assured me is his favorite feature on his favorite blog in the whole wild world. Boy, those celebrities really know how to lay a guilt trip. }

Well, Little Billy, let’s play a fun game. Let’s see if you can figure out what the following scientific device is designed to do before seeing the label at the end of the video.

That’s right, Little Billy….. sperm collection! It seems our ever clever friends in the Orient have harnessed their twin assets of mechanical genius and complete and total sexual perversion and invented a one-stop shopping destination for the millions of guys who would really love to donate some sperm, like right now, but just don’t want to go through all the hassle of waiting in line and filling out forms at the sperm bank. Imagine the efficiency and convenience if there was one of these little suckers on every street corner, next to the ATM!

We would finally achieve mankind’s longest held and most treasure dream : enough sperm for all.

And free blow jobs, obviously.

Moving on to our next story…. ahem. Mi mi mi mi miiii! *fwee!* ah yes. Ahem.

Someday we’ll find it
the Atlantic Wind Connection
The generators, the shoreline, and you!

(to the tune of this, obviously)

The above-linked story talks about a highly exciting and ambitious project to creature a series of ocean-based wind farms connected to (and tethered to) the shore by transmission lines. The story says that wind farming at sea makes sense, because the wind is stronger and steadier out there, and you are less likely to get yobbos and doofi complaining about the noise or the view.

Makes sense to me. I suppose some fishermen or deep-sea tour operators might bitch, but you can always just offer them jobs on the wind farms. One of the aspects of the emerging new energy economy that I hope to see flourish is the possibility of independent entrepreneurs to go out and create their own energy-generating businesses, which would then allow a certain freedom to people to create their own personal lifestyles in a way never seen since the days of the Wild West. I would be quite eager to see what sort of communities sprang up based around offshore wind farming. The system they are talking about could support many small or medium sized energy producers, and I can well imagine that attracting the sort of eclectic mix of dreamers and drifters and misfits that the Gold Rush did.

I imagine small floating towns springing up to service these floating islands of entrepreneurial spirit, and a whole sea-based lifestyle emerging somewhat like the Florida Keys or the Greek Islands. A combination of relaxed atmosphere and ambition could make for a pretty interesting culture.

Heck, I might try it myself. After all, no reason they can’t transmit the Internet along those lines….

Finally, holy crap, now they have made quantum entanglement you can see!

Quantum entanglement is that freaky effect that makes two entangled particles continue to behave in opposite ways even if you separate them by (at last count) hundreds of miles. You do one thing to Particle A, and Particle B does the opposite, and what’s more, does so with absolutely no detectable time delay.

And while the results of the study in question, which replaced the standard mechanical photon detectors with the ones in the eyes of a bunch of scientists, are a trifle iffy (turns out, photo amplification and quantum entanglement don’t play well together for deep mathy reasons), it’s still a pretty exciting development in the world of quantum entanglement.

I am waiting till this stuff is developed enough to make a super expensive geek toy out of it. Imagine having two little boxes, and no matter how far apart you separate them, you can still get tinny audio through them with no delay. They would be the ultimate walkie-talkies!

Friday Science Roundup for April 29, 2011

Yee haw, pardners! It’s Friday night and time for all us science cowboys to wrestle us some prime broncs from the world of discovery and put out brands on them! So strap on your science spurs, grab your six shooter of speculation, and put on your ten gallon hat filled with twelve gallons of curiosity, because we’re heading out to rustle us some news from the Science is OK Corral!

{ The preceding was written by little eight year old Billy Batson of Watusi, Hawaii, who fell into a time warp from the 1950’s and is a little shaken up right now, so the Make a Wish foundation insisted that I let him write the intro to what they assured me is his favorite feature on his favorite blog in the whole wild world. Boy, those celebrities really know how to lay a guilt trip. }

Well, Little Billy, let’s play a fun game. Let’s see if you can figure out what the following scientific device is designed to do before seeing the label at the end of the video.

That’s right, Little Billy….. sperm collection! It seems our ever clever friends in the Orient have harnessed their twin assets of mechanical genius and complete and total sexual perversion and invented a one-stop shopping destination for the millions of guys who would really love to donate some sperm, like right now, but just don’t want to go through all the hassle of waiting in line and filling out forms at the sperm bank. Imagine the efficiency and convenience if there was one of these little suckers on every street corner, next to the ATM!

We would finally achieve mankind’s longest held and most treasure dream : enough sperm for all.

And free blow jobs, obviously.

Moving on to our next story…. ahem. Mi mi mi mi miiii! *fwee!* ah yes. Ahem.

Someday we’ll find it
the Atlantic Wind Connection
The generators, the shoreline, and you!

(to the tune of this, obviously)

The above-linked story talks about a highly exciting and ambitious project to creature a series of ocean-based wind farms connected to (and tethered to) the shore by transmission lines. The story says that wind farming at sea makes sense, because the wind is stronger and steadier out there, and you are less likely to get yobbos and doofi complaining about the noise or the view.

Makes sense to me. I suppose some fishermen or deep-sea tour operators might bitch, but you can always just offer them jobs on the wind farms. One of the aspects of the emerging new energy economy that I hope to see flourish is the possibility of independent entrepreneurs to go out and create their own energy-generating businesses, which would then allow a certain freedom to people to create their own personal lifestyles in a way never seen since the days of the Wild West. I would be quite eager to see what sort of communities sprang up based around offshore wind farming. The system they are talking about could support many small or medium sized energy producers, and I can well imagine that attracting the sort of eclectic mix of dreamers and drifters and misfits that the Gold Rush did.

I imagine small floating towns springing up to service these floating islands of entrepreneurial spirit, and a whole sea-based lifestyle emerging somewhat like the Florida Keys or the Greek Islands. A combination of relaxed atmosphere and ambition could make for a pretty interesting culture.

Heck, I might try it myself. After all, no reason they can’t transmit the Internet along those lines….

Finally, holy crap, now they have made quantum entanglement you can see!

Quantum entanglement is that freaky effect that makes two entangled particles continue to behave in opposite ways even if you separate them by (at last count) hundreds of miles. You do one thing to Particle A, and Particle B does the opposite, and what’s more, does so with absolutely no detectable time delay.

And while the results of the study in question, which replaced the standard mechanical photon detectors with the ones in the eyes of a bunch of scientists, are a trifle iffy (turns out, photo amplification and quantum entanglement don’t play well together for deep mathy reasons), it’s still a pretty exciting development in the world of quantum entanglement.

I am waiting till this stuff is developed enough to make a super expensive geek toy out of it. Imagine having two little boxes, and no matter how far apart you separate them, you can still get tinny audio through them with no delay. They would be the ultimate walkie-talkies!

Friday Science Roundup, April 29, 2011

Yee haw, pardners! It’s Friday night and time for all us science cowboys to wrestle us some prime broncs from the world of discovery and put out brands on them! So strap on your science spurs, grab your six shooter of speculation, and put on your ten gallon hat filled with twelve gallons of curiosity, because we’re heading out to rustle us some news from the Science is OK Corral!

{ The preceding was written by little eight year old Billy Batson of Watusi, Hawaii, who fell into a time warp from the 1950’s and is a little shaken up right now, so the Make a Wish foundation insisted that I let him write the intro to what they assured me is his favorite feature on his favorite blog in the whole wild world. Boy, those celebrities really know how to lay a guilt trip. }

Well, Little Billy, let’s play a fun game. Let’s see if you can figure out what the following scientific device is designed to do before seeing the label at the end of the video.

That’s right, Little Billy….. sperm collection! It seems our ever clever friends in the Orient have harnessed their twin assets of mechanical genius and complete and total sexual perversion and invented a one-stop shopping destination for the millions of guys who would really love to donate some sperm, like right now, but just don’t want to go through all the hassle of waiting in line and filling out forms at the sperm bank. Imagine the efficiency and convenience if there was one of these little suckers on every street corner, next to the ATM!

We would finally achieve mankind’s longest held and most treasure dream : enough sperm for all.

And free blow jobs, obviously.

Moving on to our next story…. ahem. Mi mi mi mi miiii! *fwee!* ah yes. Ahem.

Someday we’ll find it
the Atlantic Wind Connection
The generators, the shoreline, and you!

(to the tune of this, obviously)

The above-linked story talks about a highly exciting and ambitious project to creature a series of ocean-based wind farms connected to (and tethered to) the shore by transmission lines. The story says that wind farming at sea makes sense, because the wind is stronger and steadier out there, and you are less likely to get yobbos and doofi complaining about the noise or the view.

Makes sense to me. I suppose some fishermen or deep-sea tour operators might bitch, but you can always just offer them jobs on the wind farms. One of the aspects of the emerging new energy economy that I hope to see flourish is the possibility of independent entrepreneurs to go out and create their own energy-generating businesses, which would then allow a certain freedom to people to create their own personal lifestyles in a way never seen since the days of the Wild West. I would be quite eager to see what sort of communities sprang up based around offshore wind farming. The system they are talking about could support many small or medium sized energy producers, and I can well imagine that attracting the sort of eclectic mix of dreamers and drifters and misfits that the Gold Rush did.

I imagine small floating towns springing up to service these floating islands of entrepreneurial spirit, and a whole sea-based lifestyle emerging somewhat like the Florida Keys or the Greek Islands. A combination of relaxed atmosphere and ambition could make for a pretty interesting culture.

Heck, I might try it myself. After all, no reason they can’t transmit the Internet along those lines….

Finally, holy crap, now they have made quantum entanglement you can see!

Quantum entanglement is that freaky effect that makes two entangled particles continue to behave in opposite ways even if you separate them by (at last count) hundreds of miles. You do one thing to Particle A, and Particle B does the opposite, and what’s more, does so with absolutely no detectable time delay.

And while the results of the study in question, which replaced the standard mechanical photon detectors with the ones in the eyes of a bunch of scientists, are a trifle iffy (turns out, photo amplification and quantum entanglement don’t play well together for deep mathy reasons), it’s still a pretty exciting development in the world of quantum entanglement.

I am waiting till this stuff is developed enough to make a super expensive geek toy out of it. Imagine having two little boxes, and no matter how far apart you separate them, you can still get tinny audio through them with no delay. They would be the ultimate walkie-talkies!

The mind is a terrible thing

One of the most persistent and destructive forces in the political life of any nation is anti-intellectualism. As much as every society produces intellectuals of one stripe or another, it also produces a certain amount of anti-intellectual sentiment.

Often, this is directed both at intellectuals as individuals, and at intellectualism as a whole via its products, its establishments, its professions, and its affectations. No matter how enlightened or advanced a society might be, there is always the potential for and possibility of an outbreak of anti-intellectual sentiment.

It is worth noting, at this point, that in the history of the twentieth century, which saw many a bloody uprising of revolution, intellectuals were nearly always one of the first groups scapegoated and neutralized, if not outright killed. This is not just a matter of making life a little rough for quiz kids. At times, it has been quite literally a matter of life and death.

Being an intellectual myself, and having suffered that particular brand of individual anti-intellectualism known as “bullying” as a child, I have spent a great deal of time wondering why this is. What is it about intellectuals that creates such fear and resentment in others? What is it about the presence of a high IQ that makes so many people uncomfortable and unsettled? What do people have against us, anyhow?

And being of a particularly stubborn brand of intellectual known as a “philosopher”, I was not satisfied with the simplistic and dismissive answers I discovered when asking others about the subject.

“Jealousy” was often the first thing people thought of. But that simply doesn’t cut it. There are many reasons to be jealous of someone, but rarely have those ever coalesced into the sort of paranoid resentment that fuels political movements that anti-intellectualism represents as a historical force.

“Fear of the unknown” comes closer. We intellectuals are often nonconformists and come across as strange to the more average population due to the gap our intelligence create between us and others. We see things, understand things, and do things others do not, and this makes us stick out. But mere nonconformity does not quite explain the vehemence and pervasiveness of anti-intellectual sentiment.

No, the answer is simpler, more primal, and in some ways more shocking that the standard ones.

It’s about power.

And not just any kind of power. The power of superior intelligence is unlike any other kind of power, because intellect grants power that renders those with less of it are uniquely helpless against. It is a power advantage that is both hard to defend against and difficult to even understand.

Someone who is a great deal smarter than you can hurt you in ways that nobody else can. They can cheat you, trick you, mock you in ways you don’t even understand, manipulate you to their own ends or just for the hell of it, and the terrible truth is that there is very little you can do about it.

You cannot hope to meet them on their own terms and trust that you will be safe. They say they just want you to be reasonable, but that’s exactly what you cannot afford to be. Reason is their battleground. They have every possible advantage there. Like primitive peoples dealing with those from advanced cultures, average people can only possibly defend themselves by using irrational, unreasonable, broadly defined and perforce poorly thought out tactics that try to compensate for this wizard-like advantage the intellectually gifted have over them through force, suspicion, and mistrust.

It’s hard for us intellectuals to grasp the basic fact of how frightening an advantage that intellectual might gives to them, because most intellectuals have not met someone who has that same level of advantage over them. Individual intellectuals might vary by a notch or two on the IQ scale, but that is nothing compared to the qualitative gulf between those of standard intelligence and the gifted.

It’s not simply a matter of being able to do a little more than others. The power differential is not like the difference between being tall and being of average height, or even being naturally good-looking over having average looks. It’s more like the powerful and mysterious advantage an adult has over a child. To a child, all adults are magic, and they too often resort to unreasonable and irrational tactics in order to try to even the playing field a little.

Viewed from this point of view, the fear and mistrust of intellectuals by the public at large is entirely understandable, and even sensible in its own fashion. We might know that we are sweet and harmless, well-meaning peoples, but all it would take is one bad experience with the wrong kind of intellectual to make a person wary of us for their entire life, and they have no way of telling which one of us are good people and which might do them wrong in ways they can’t even understand.

So as prone as we are, as a group, to think ourselves the victims of an unthinking and jealous population who seem willfully insensate to the wonderful beams of enlightenment we wish to use to illuminate their lives, in reality, we are the ones in the position of power and we should really cut the average folk some slack. Give them some respect and understanding for the impossible position our intellectual gifts put them in. Do what we can to reassure them we are on their side.

After all, it’s the only intelligent thing to do.

Only two channels

Like television in days long gone, it seems like I only have two channels when it comes to sleep, and they both suck dog taint.

Earlier today, I was once more feeling restless and tense and irritable, so I decided to try a logical treatment : exercise. Nothing too amazing, just some limb lifting and range of motion exercises and the exercise technique I call a “standing pushup”, where I stand next to a wall and lean against it then push myself up (back) over and over again with my arms, exactly like I am doing a push-up, but rotated ninety degrees.

It’s kind of an odd exercise, but it works for me, because regular push-ups cause circulation issues and I get all dizzy and nauseous, and with this odd standing pushups, I get a lot of exercise in my arms and shoulders, which really helps to reduce tension in those areas.

Anyhow, I exercised in my style, and it worked. I went from the “tense, irritable, can’t sleep” mode to the “sleeps so deep it’s like drowning” mode. Yay.

I really need a third channel, preferably one where I actually sleep well and wake rested and feel good. I know that sounds like a hell of a lot to ask, but dammit, you have to go for the gold in life or you get nothing. Carpe diem! Seize the fish!

Otherwise, life grinds on after the mildly annoying pause caused by Easter. I try not to get too annoyed when holidays I don’t celebrate get in the way of my usual routine. After all, just because I don’t celebrate them does not make them pointless or stupid. And lord knows, I would hate to be That Guy, the guy who goes around raining on people’s parades simply because he doesn’t enjoy parades himself. That would be so “the opposite of me”. I’m the kind of guy who wants everyone to be happy and to do well and to get along, and therefore thinks you should just let people do their own thing and be happy that they are happy, even if their thing totally does not appeal to you at all.

Speaking of wanting everyone to get along, I had some interesting dreams once I flipped the switch from “shallow restless sleep” to “the sleep of lotus eaters in a coma”. And not just interesting, but actually quite pleasant, which is rare for my dreams. Usually the most I can hope for in my dream realm is “confusing but not actually unpleasant”. It’s rare that my dreams have a coherent mood in either direction, good or bad. Once more, I hug the baseline. Never very bad, never very good.

I’m like this guy.

Of particular note was a dream in which I was very clearly sitting around in a pleasant outdoor location (someplace sunny and grassy, maybe a park) with a dozen or so people and telling one of them how happy I was that I could bring them together into a community and how this is what I had always wanted, to make people happy and to bring them together. To rescue people from isolation and give them a place, a community, where they could feel included and accepted and valued.

And in the dream, I was truly happy. And everything I said is true, that’s exactly what I long to do. In the dream, I had achieved it. Everyone was chatting and happy and relaxed, and I had a supremely wonderful sense of pride and happiness and contentment, knowing I had made something truly good.

And the person I was explaining all this to was someone from my past on Prince Edward Island, who I will call Dave, whom I always thought had trouble fitting into his own milieu because he was just too smart and complex and sensitive for the regular world, despite being thoroughly working class in many ways, and in the dream, he was the latest person I had added to my little community and seen transformed into a happier, healthier, more self-accepting version of himself.

That, of course, just made me feel even better. All in all, it was a simply marvelous wish-fulfillment dream, and I am quite happy that whatever forces were in foment in my brain today, they resulted in such a wonderful, ego-lifting, life-affirming dream.

It reminded me that I have done some good in this life, and I could do it again.

That is something I really need to hold on to these days, I think.

A mountain of bleah

Feeling strung out and achy and tense and strained today, for some reason. I feel very tired, and yet, I can’t sleep. Every time I try to take a nap, I get around an hour of zero rest sleep and wake up tense and restless and feeling like I accomplished nothing. Like I got close to sleep and just stopped at the gate without going in, leaving me still longing for it. I don’t know what the fuck is up with that.

My head hurts all the time. I feel irritable and snappish. I have a hunted feeling and part of me just wanted to grab the nearest object and smash it into little pieces then throw it out the window.

I have been like this, on and off, a fair bit lately. I am not sure what the hell is happening with me, but I am growing pretty tired of feeling like this. It’s a very stressful mental state. I feel tight and dry and hard and my joints make me feel like I should be waiting for Dorothy to come along with her oilcan. Or something. Hey, does that shark cartilage shit work for joint pain? I am willing to try anything right now.

Mental note : I have GOT to remember to buy some more el cheapo acetominophen soon. This is exactly the circumstances in which I would usually take a nice fat 2000 mg (or 2 g) does and hope to does the trick. Usually, it does. The analgesic blunts the edge of the pain and lets me relax and get some decent sleep, and that puts me on the mend.

But I am fresh out, and I keep forgetting to go next door to Shopper’s Drug Mart and get more. That way, I can Pay With Points(tm) and save my precious cash.

See, technically, I do hundreds of dollars of business via my many, many prescriptions with Shopper’s Drug Mart, and hence they reward me with Shopper’s Optimum Points. Of course, it’s the province that pays for the drugs, but I get to keep the points anyhow.

So now and then, I go in and do my drug store type shopping there. I do all this at Shoppers because they have the Optimum program and “pay with points”, which is like the coolest point reward system ever, because there is no bullshit catalog of “prizes” they expect you to drool over and dream of “earning” like you are selling subscriptions to Grit.

Nope. A certain amount of points equals a certain amount of money off your total at the cash register, period. The only things it’s not good for are things that technically Shoppers doesn’t sell you itself but is only the “sales agent” for, like lottery products and tobacco. Everything else is fair game.

It was a brilliant move by Shopper’s to make their reward program work like that, so I am quite happy to get my drugs. Plus, as it’s next door, the staff knows me there and is nice to me.

It’s sad how much energy even typing this drivel is taking out of me. I had a far more ambitious idea for a column today, but I just could not put two shits together to focus and write it. Maybe tomorrow.

Hopefully, I will feel better by the time it is time to go to Boston Pizza for dinner with my friends. Right now, I am not sure I am fit company for man or beast, feeling as tense and random as I do. But I am hopeful that a shower and a snack and lots of fluids will have me feeling better before then.

And typing all this out, however painful it has been, has made me feel somewhat better. The thing about writing as catharsis is that it’s very incremental. You get tiny releases of tension with each word instead of some big blast of emotional energy into the sky, and so it takes a certain amount of patience to even get started and reduces that internal pressure just a little bit at a time.

It’s hardly a method for instant release.

That’s writing for you, though. It’s inherently slow. There is no Jackson Pollack method of writing where you just fling words at a canvas with the sheer force of your passion. At best, you can type a furious stream of consciousness like some sixties beat poet and declare that whatever you end up with is the “soul of the moment” and therefore art.

Good luck getting anyone to read that shit, though, let alone pay for it.

A good day for the left

Looking over the big bag of news I have gathered from today’s Twitter tide, I can’t help but see that this is a pretty good day for those of us in the reality-based community here on the left.

First up, great news from Japan (for a change) for us in the gay lesbian bisexual trans whatever community : Japan’s first openly gay candidate won his election in Tokyo.

This is the first time in Japanese history that an openly gay candidate has won public office in Japan, making this man, Taiga Ishikawa, sort of Japan’s Harvey Milk.

But hopefully, with a better life span. Watch out for crazy conservatives whacked out on Twinkies, Taiga!

If you are like me, your first reaction to this story might have been “Really? This is their first? In 2011? Really, Japan? I thought you were cooler than that!”.

I mean, this is the country that beats all others hands down (and tied to the bedpost with its own panties) when it comes to freaky, fucked-up pornography of every single possible description and some which defy definition by even the most insane topographers. And they are just getting around to electing their first gay dude to public office now? WTF, Japan?

But I suspect that social progress and reform moves at an entirely different pace, tempo, and trajectory in Asian countries as compared to us in the West, and we can’t judge them by our example.

Moving over to the always rich and satisfying world of conservative follies, we have this marvelous tale of an asshole conservative getting busted for pot.

Now any time a conservative gets nailed for pot possession, it’s fiesta time, but what makes this one a particularly juicy source of schadenfreude delights is that this asshole, Robert A. Watson (R) of Rhode Island, once made himself quite infamous by making the following statement at, of all places, a Chamber of Commerce meeting in Providence :

“I suppose if you’re a gay man from Guatemala who gambles and smokes pot, you probably think that we’re onto some good ideas here.”

He was quickly forced to apologize, according to the KOS story.

But he still said it, so for this yobbo to now get busted for pot on a routine traffic stop is nothing short of magnificent. Well done, Irony! You took down another one of these bastards. That will teach them the harsh lesson that those who ignore their sense of the absurd are doomed to to absurd things.

For his sake, I hope he’s at least a libertarian Republican, because as we all know, libertarian has come to mean “everything that is bad about hippies without their naive charm and good intentions to compensate”. Libertarian types are allowed to be pro-marijuana, although, of course, that means they will never get anywhere in the Party because the major GOP’s libertarianism extends only to taxes for the rich and would never get in the way of their desire to tell everybody else how to live their lives.

But by far the most marvelous news for us on the left here in Canada is that the latest polls show the NDP surging ahead in leaps and bounds.

The story even states that the NDP could take as many as 100 seats in the election next Monday. This, of course, would make me insanely happy, especially if this also means that Steven Harper and his smugly evil fucking Conservatives go down in flames.

I would say that I wished them the biggest electoral defeat in Canadian history, but that honor already went to another group of Conservatives in the glorious year of 1988, when Brian Mulroney’s Progressive Conservatives (same party minus the redneck) lost every single seat but two.

So that’s the record to beat, Stevie. Come on, do Mulroney proud and lose every seat period, or all but one. After all, that would just prove how right you are, right?

Nothing could make me happier than Harper’s government getting a vigorous shellacking from the forces of good as represented by the Liberals and the New Democratic Party. I have been saying for years that my ideal government would be a Liberal minority government with the NDP holding the trigger. [1] The Liberals obviously need extra strong incentive to be, you know, actually liberal, instead of just “marginally to the left of the Conservatives, maybe, sorta, some of the time. ”

This news has given me a fresh enthusiasm for next Monday. Bring it on!

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  1. Though honestly, with how little I think of the current Liberals, vice versa would be fine too.

That scene from Office Space

You know the one. Where Mike Judge and three actors created the scene that provided catharsis for the billions of people in the world who have found their lives and their sanity dependent on a piece of technology that, with diabolical precision, found new ways to fuck with you every single day.

I like this version because it has the full scene PLUS the justifications leading to it.

Office Space Printer from Shang Xiao on Vimeo.

I keep waiting for this scene to be recreated in some technology company’s oh so hip ad.

Then again, that could blow back huge. I mean, what technology company can be sure none of their products ever made people feel like this?

Maybe it should be a baseball bat company instead.

Still….. DIE MOTHERFUCKER DIE MOTHERFUCKER KILL.

This is very cool art

When I saw this as a still image, I thought “big deal, lots of people have made retarded big and complicated toothpick sculptures and they are all very ugly and dull. ”

But then I saw the video, and this one is not like the others.

It has motion!

Scott Weaver’s Rolling through the Bay from Learning Studio on Vimeo.

That changed everything. Now I greatly admire what he’s done. It’s still in dire need of more color and definition, but the ping pong ball “tours” totally justify the art to me. Now, it’s interesting.

I love kinetic art.

The Robot and the Baby

This is such an interesting story that I was quite disappointed that it lacked an ending.

Or rather, lacked a climax. I had the feeling the story was going somewhere, and then it… didn’t. Not really.

Still, I absolutely love its very well thought out future. Bits of it seem slightly old-fashioned, but for the most part, it was a future that seemed believable and interesting, written with enough grit and light cynicism to be realistic without being depressing.

I could take issue with the whole “peace and safety are boring” notion. That’s a hackneyed science fiction trope that I don’t think stands up to scrutiny at all. From the point of view of someone from the turn of the 20th century, we of the modern world live in unimaginable luxury and comfort, and they might conclude “oh, what a boring future that must be!”.

But it isn’t. Human beings create their own challenges, goals, structures, and so on. In a world of unending material prosperity, people’s activities would simply move higher up on the hierarchy of needs.

Seems obvious, doesn't it? And yet...

Sure, a civilization might arise that gives us all a great deal of material comfort, physical pleasure, sex droids and worker robots and all of us living like lords of the manor.

But what of friendship, family, people to respect, people to respect us, and so on? People will still need all those higher order things, and hence will be motivated to go out there into the world and find love, start families, seek the recognition of their peers, and so forth and so on.

That aside, though, I quite enjoyed the story.

Isn’t Maslow’s hierarchy beautiful? So simple and yet there is so much truth in there.