A history of Science, told coherently and concisely (given the range of topics!) from the BBC. I found the music rather good too.
Human beings, crossing boundaries.
Tribe in Papua New Guinea meets white man for the first time. Filmed in 1976.
I’ve only watched the first part so far.
Just finished Wyvern again, last night. Jeremy bailed out with 100 pages to go so I ripped through them alone, absolutely enthralled. I know now that the book is flawed. It was Attanasio’s first novel and he erred occasionally in pacing and in overdoing a few scenes. Jeremy couldn’t forgive letting Pym die with half of the story to go. I can see why some would think it was a less than brilliant novel. I am not one of those people. I can easily forgive the flaws considering the sweep and spectacle of it and the core philosophy that rings so true to the depths of my soul. My essential nature and spirit is deeply ingrained in every page of it. In fact, I would say that if you want to know who I really am, read Wyvern. I LOVE this book.
The opposite of life isn’t death, it is indifference.
— Jaki Gefjon
SpaceX founder Elon Musk has caused quite the commotion in recent days with his proposal to create a human colony on Mars, first unveiled in some detail during a November 16 talk at the Royal Aeronautical Society in London, UK.
But after news reports of the talk quoted Musk as saying he’d like to send 80,000 people to the Red Planet in the not-too-distant future, Musk himself upped the ante: Taking to Twitter on Tuesday, the charismatic multi-industry entrepreneur (Musk also founded Tesla Motors and Solar City, and before that co-founded PayPal) clarified that he actually planned to send 80,000 people to Mars every year once the colonization process begins, for a total of millions of human settlers on Mars.
“Millions of people needed for Mars colony, so 80k+ would just be the number moving to Mars per year,” Musk tweeted on Tuesday afternoon, linking to a Yahoo News re-post of an earlier Space.com article that quoted the SpaceX founder.
Speaking of deathbed regrets, I think one of my biggest may be that I didn’t impress the shit out of this guy the day I had lunch with him.
The Large Hadron Collider, the world’s largest and most powerful particle accelerator and the “Big Bang machine” that was used to discover what appears to be the long-sought Higgs boson particle (as announced July 4), may have another surprise up its sleeve this year: The LHC looks to have produced a new type of matter, according to a new analysis of particle collision data by scientists at MIT and Rice University.
The new type of matter, which has yet to be verified, is theorized to be one of two possible forms: Either “color-glass condensate” — a flattened nucleus transformed into a “wall” of gluons, which are smaller binding subatomic particles, or it could be “quark-gluon plasma,” a dense, soup or liquid-like collection of individual particles.
This should bring him back if anything can.
In the last couple days of my kidney stone convalescence (hopefully), I came upon the rare situation of not having anything to read. I had been on a Molière binge, having just finished a book of four of his prose plays following up on another book of four verse plays and two impromptus. I did dearly want to read more Molière, but was quite out. I combed the bookshelves and nearly plunged into The Greek Tragedies, vol. 2, but wasn’t ready for the leap into those grim bloodbaths at the moment. Enough sundering of anatomy of late.
Then I saw a thick sheaf of paper held together by binder clasps. Opening the blank cardboard front piece I saw that this was a play by someone who had a somewhat familiar name, one Byron C. Bellamy (where have I run across this fellow before?). It was a screenplay actually, and it was entitled “The Grave.” Two nights later I’d ingested it and found it to be an absolute delight. Sex, drugs, and rock ‘n’ roll turned up to 99 in an old freaked out hotel. Pure Byronian magic. Why hadn’t I read it before? In fact, why hadn’t I read any plays by this madman before? I’d tried a few times, but wasn’t in play mode I guess.
It’s fun reading a work of fiction by someone you know well. You see their life, hopes, fears, fantasies, loves, hates, all the shear beloved madness… You see components of friends and acquaintances you’ve shared over decades. You might even, dare I say it, see yourself?
Hey dude. Send more!
with their eight weeks of paid vacation and their free health care, and their ridiculously high happiness index.
Dallas! Now that’s paradise! Hell, you can still fly a swastika there, no problem, and many do! But leave your commie solar panels at home.
Ah, Dallas. Still always smells like gunpowder to me, don’t know why.
it’s possible that a star could touch the surface of the earth
with a mother’s loving hand without a mark or blossom wilted
because I say so
Somewhere a blue tricorn gallops over long hills
a creature on his back attempting to escape
from the god king of the undermountain
i saw this
waves of paper and jellied carmelic hills
little glowy dark comedians fwipping about neutrinofied
build further detail into my design
it is well to speak these things aloud
lay them down examine the weave
and the weight
sixteen teenage kettles groove into the late evening
devolved stone slides with mild depressions for splash creation
they talk about the Porous as if they were less than
and seep themselves into nordowells for the night
’tis a consumation devoutly to be wished
and i have wished it
we’re all turning too fast to get steady
little bing bang beings i swear like molecules in hot whiskey
and if we slow down
we go back in the ground
and i have been there.
meanwhile an infinite number of things just happened
i caught a screengrab
go here: utp://singlemomentimage.rrmv
pretty big file tho
ha foolio i can’t do that