Thursday, May 16, 2013
Tuesday, May 14, 2013
Monday, May 13, 2013
This video was posted at New Scientist, which offers a prize to the first person who can correctly explain how the illusion is created.
Courtesy of neuroscientist Al Seckel, the video is free of editing effects or computer-generated imagery. "There is one train; it is as long as you see," he says. The illusion, presented in his newly published digital book that delves into the science of the world's best illusions, continues to fool Nobel laureates and other great minds when presented at conferences.
http://bcove.me/d11om2jf
From Grand Illusions, via Nothing to do with Arbroath. The physics behind this phenomenon is explained in an article (pdf) at Mathematics Magazine, and nonmathematically summarized below this fold...
"...inside the ball, which is actually hollow, there is a viscous liquid and a smaller ball which is very heavy. When the Snail Ball rolls slowly down an incline, it is the smaller, heavier ball inside that determines the pace, and this is slow because of the viscous liquid..."
Courtesy of neuroscientist Al Seckel, the video is free of editing effects or computer-generated imagery. "There is one train; it is as long as you see," he says. The illusion, presented in his newly published digital book that delves into the science of the world's best illusions, continues to fool Nobel laureates and other great minds when presented at conferences.
http://bcove.me/d11om2jf
From Grand Illusions, via Nothing to do with Arbroath. The physics behind this phenomenon is explained in an article (pdf) at Mathematics Magazine, and nonmathematically summarized below this fold...
"...inside the ball, which is actually hollow, there is a viscous liquid and a smaller ball which is very heavy. When the Snail Ball rolls slowly down an incline, it is the smaller, heavier ball inside that determines the pace, and this is slow because of the viscous liquid..."
Delicatessen With Love by Photographer Gabriele Galimberti
The project, “Delicatessen With Love”, took Galimberti to 58 countries where he photographed grandmothers with both the ingredients and finished signature dishes.
Julia Enaigua, 71, La Paz, Bolivia. Queso Humacha (vegetables and fresh cheese soup).
Normita Sambu Arap, 65, Oltepessi (Masaai Mara), Kenya. Mboga and orgali (white corn polenta with vegetables and goat).
The photographer's grandmother Marisa Batini, 80, Castiglion Fiorentino, Italy. Swiss chard and ricotta Ravioli with meat sauce
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Valagerdur Olafsdòttir, 63, Reykjavìk, Iceland. Kjotsùpa (lamb and vegetables soup)
Julia Enaigua, 71, La Paz, Bolivia. Queso Humacha (vegetables and fresh cheese soup).
Grace Estibero, 82, Mumbai, India. Chicken vindaloo.
Inara Runtule, 68, Kekava, Latvia. Silke €(herring with potatoes and cottage cheese).Normita Sambu Arap, 65, Oltepessi (Masaai Mara), Kenya. Mboga and orgali (white corn polenta with vegetables and goat).
The photographer's grandmother Marisa Batini, 80, Castiglion Fiorentino, Italy. Swiss chard and ricotta Ravioli with meat sauce
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Valagerdur Olafsdòttir, 63, Reykjavìk, Iceland. Kjotsùpa (lamb and vegetables soup)
Thursday, May 9, 2013
Wednesday, May 8, 2013
David Foster Wallace’s 2005 Commencement Speech “This is Water” Visualized in New Short Film
David Foster Wallace was a hyper-anxious chronicler of the minute details of a certain kind of upper-middle-class American life. In his hands, it took on sometimes luminous, sometimes jaundiced qualities. Wallace was also something of a metaphysician: reflective teacher, wise-beyond-his-years thinker, and (tragically in hindsight) quite self-deprecating literary superstar. In the latter capacity, he was often called on to perform the duties of a docent, administering commencement speeches, for example, which he did for the graduating class of Kenyon in 2005. Click here to see
The whole speech is well worth reading.
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The whole speech is well worth reading.
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Friday, May 3, 2013
Thursday, May 2, 2013
An omelette-flipping dog
This two-and-a-half-minute short by Maddie Sharafian about a stressed-out guy and his foodie dog will make you smile (and want a dog of your own).
Omelette from Madeline Sharafian on Vimeo.
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Omelette from Madeline Sharafian on Vimeo.
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Tuesday, April 30, 2013
Phosphorescent - "Song for Zula"
Such an eathreal song, so poetic !
Some say love is a burning thing
That it makes a fiery ring
Oh but I know love as a fading thing
Just as fickle as a feather in a stream
See, honey, I saw love,
You see it came to me
It puts its face up to my face so I could see
Yeah then I saw love disfigure me
Into something I am not recognizing.
See the cage, it called. I said, "Come on in"
I will not open myself up this way again
Nor lay my face to the soil, nor my teeth to the sand
I will not lay like this for days now upon end
You will not see me fall, nor see me struggle to stand
To be acknowledged by some touch from his gnarled hands
You see the cage it called. I said, "Come on in!"
I will not open myself this way again.
You see the moon is bright in that treetop night
I see the shadows that we cast in the cold clean light
I might fear I go and my heart is white
And we race right out on the desert plains all night
So honey I am now, some broken thing
I do not lay in the dark waiting for day here
Now my heart is gold, my feet are right
And I'm racing out on the desert plains all night.
So some say love is a burning thing
That it makes a fiery ring
All that I know love as a caging thing
Just a killer come to call from some awful dream
And all you folks, you come to see
You just to stand there in the glass looking at me
But my heart is wild, and my bones are steel
And I could kill you with my bare hands if I was free.
Some say love is a burning thing
That it makes a fiery ring
Oh but I know love as a fading thing
Just as fickle as a feather in a stream
See, honey, I saw love,
You see it came to me
It puts its face up to my face so I could see
Yeah then I saw love disfigure me
Into something I am not recognizing.
See the cage, it called. I said, "Come on in"
I will not open myself up this way again
Nor lay my face to the soil, nor my teeth to the sand
I will not lay like this for days now upon end
You will not see me fall, nor see me struggle to stand
To be acknowledged by some touch from his gnarled hands
You see the cage it called. I said, "Come on in!"
I will not open myself this way again.
You see the moon is bright in that treetop night
I see the shadows that we cast in the cold clean light
I might fear I go and my heart is white
And we race right out on the desert plains all night
So honey I am now, some broken thing
I do not lay in the dark waiting for day here
Now my heart is gold, my feet are right
And I'm racing out on the desert plains all night.
So some say love is a burning thing
That it makes a fiery ring
All that I know love as a caging thing
Just a killer come to call from some awful dream
And all you folks, you come to see
You just to stand there in the glass looking at me
But my heart is wild, and my bones are steel
And I could kill you with my bare hands if I was free.
Friday, April 26, 2013
Kabatronics: Fanfare Tirana meets Transglobal Underground
Some Fantastic Albanian music!
Love this song "Flowers Lament"
There have been some patchy fusion sets this year, but here's an experiment that actually works. Fanfara Tirana consists of members of the military band of the Albanian armed forces, who play for weddings and parties when not on official duties, and bravely decided to team up with British global dance mavericks Transglobal Underground. The result is a highly entertaining clash of Albanian brass and beats, with unexpected echoes of India or the Caribbean added in. It starts with an unearthly blast of trumpets, woodwind and vocals, driven on by furious Indian dhol percussion, guitars and loop effects. Then Jamaican dancehall invades the Balkan party scene as singer Tuup intones, "I hope the rude boys don't bring their guns to the wedding", before the two bands move on for a furious clash of brass and sitar, or epic laments that would make great film music. The best Transglobal offering since Moonshout. By Robin Denselow
Love this song "Flowers Lament"
There have been some patchy fusion sets this year, but here's an experiment that actually works. Fanfara Tirana consists of members of the military band of the Albanian armed forces, who play for weddings and parties when not on official duties, and bravely decided to team up with British global dance mavericks Transglobal Underground. The result is a highly entertaining clash of Albanian brass and beats, with unexpected echoes of India or the Caribbean added in. It starts with an unearthly blast of trumpets, woodwind and vocals, driven on by furious Indian dhol percussion, guitars and loop effects. Then Jamaican dancehall invades the Balkan party scene as singer Tuup intones, "I hope the rude boys don't bring their guns to the wedding", before the two bands move on for a furious clash of brass and sitar, or epic laments that would make great film music. The best Transglobal offering since Moonshout. By Robin Denselow
Jack White - Inspiration
Jack White is just brilliant! Amazing musician and artist.
It's so interesting to hear about his creative process.
It's so interesting to hear about his creative process.
Thursday, April 25, 2013
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