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entry 41 “draw a cat eating a hotdog while riding on a motorcycle through space” - vanessahhhhhh
everything in space is so big that you couldn’t possibly see something as small as a cat on a motorcycle hopefully this planned diagram shows its location so spacemen can travel all the way up and help the cat back down to earth
thanks for the request
matt x
now that’s called creativity.
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- Abandon the idea that you are ever going to finish. Lose track of the 400 pages and write just one page for each day, it helps. Then when it gets finished, you are always surprised.
- Write freely and as rapidly as possible and throw the whole thing on paper. Never correct or rewrite until the whole thing is down. Rewrite in process is usually found to be an excuse for not going on. It also interferes with flow and rhythm which can only come from a kind of unconscious association with the material.
- Forget your generalized audience. In the first place, the nameless, faceless audience will scare you to death and in the second place, unlike the theater, it doesn’t exist. In writing, your audience is one single reader. I have found that sometimes it helps to pick out one person—a real person you know, or an imagined person and write to that one.
- If a scene or a section gets the better of you and you still think you want it—bypass it and go on. When you have finished the whole you can come back to it and then you may find that the reason it gave trouble is because it didn’t belong there.
- Beware of a scene that becomes too dear to you, dearer than the rest. It will usually be found that it is out of drawing.
- If you are using dialogue—say it aloud as you write it. Only then will it have the sound of speech.
‘Cannery Row’ is one of the best books, and ‘Of Mice & Men’ can make a grown man cry. Steinbeck was a legend. Also; the third point here is vital, stellar advice.
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Ant Zombie Tale: Mind-Controlling Fungus Loses to Lethal Foe
A fungus that invades the brains of ants, turning them into zombies on a death march, may have met its match. Another parasitic fungus, it turns out, effectively castrates the zombie-ant fungus so it can’t spread its spores, a new study finds.
The finding explains how an ant colony can survive infestations by the zombie-ant fungus.
“In a case where biology is stranger than fiction, the parasite of the zombie-ant fungus is itself a fungus, a hyperparasitic fungus that specializes in attacking the parasite that turns the ants into zombies,” said study leader David Hughes of Penn State University in a statement.
take that fungus!
Arc of Networked Self-Dissolution. As the intensity, granularity, reflexivity of technologies of self increase (x-axis), the experience of self-coherency (measured in narcissistic conversation traits) initially increases in direct linear proportion and then, having passed a determinant threshold, quickly soon drops well below initial state (y-axis).
A. Imagine the years just before Facebook as somewhere on the left of the arc
B. then the years of its growth in the late ‘00’s just to the right of that,
C. then the introduction of the QS-inspired timeline, to the right of that,
D. and then, the world-to-soon-come of exotic social QS apps just to the right,
E. and then, at the the peak of the arc, some defining cognitive break after which self dissolves into a sea of branded data mush.
F. and then, a weird externalized language of post-individual social networks starts to appear. It might confound the logics of that micro-sourced, micro-targeted data, or it may fulfill its ambitions for us.
by Benjamin H. Bratton
Director, Center for Design and Geopolitics, Calit
Associate Professor of Visual Arts
University of California, San Diego
Read the full article here
TEDxSUMMIT - The Power of X from WE ARE Pi on Vimeo.
TEDxSUMMIT - Doha, Qatar
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As mentioned recently, conceptual design is highly appreciated around here. Which means this hotel designed to be partly submerged is a must-share — especially since it’s actually going to happen. Bonus points for the organization’s intent to make ecological preservation a priority.
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The Kardashian is a unit I proposed a few classes back as a measure of attention. Conceptually, the Kardashian is the amount of global attention Kim Kardashian commands across all media over the space of a day. In an ideal, frictionless universe, we’d determine a Kardashian by measuring the percentage of all broadcast media, conversations and thoughts dedicated to Kim Kardashian. In practical terms, we can approximate a Kardashian by using a tool like Google Insights for Search – compare a given search term to Kim Kardashian and you can discover how small a fraction of a Kardashian any given issue or cause merits.
(I choose the Kardashian as a unit both because I like the mitteleuropean feel of the term – like the Ohm or the Roentgen – and because Kardashian is an exemplar of attention disconnected from merit, talent or reason. The Kardashian mentions how much attention is paid, not how much attention is deserved, so naming the unit after someone who is famous for being famous seems appropriate. Should the unit be adopted, I would hope that future scholars will calculate Kardashians using whatever public figure is appropriate at the time for being inappropriately famous.)
” — Ethan Zuckerman in An idea worth at least 40 nanoKardashians of your attention. (via mohamed)
Its not everyday that you look back on a screw up and consider yourself lucky that you were stupid in a certain situation. But when that day or moment does come around, its as if the world is a much much better place. You almost feel like a self-preserving savant - precisely how I feel today.
But somewhere deep within me, there is still a small creature that is cognizant of the shame that I felt that day. Never again, I said then. But I’ve slipped since then too.I know that. Yet, this elation at how things worked out has me smiling.
Humans.. short memories, warped characters, and a penchant for mistakes. Still, this smile..
I have recently come to know that whether a girl has a boyfriend or not should have no bearing on me choosing to hit on her.
When did this happen?
How did the game change so monumentally while I wasn’t looking? It doesn’t seem right. It doesn’t seem fair. When did we become so callous? Is nothing sacred anymore? Any why wasn’t I made aware earlier?
For a man that seems to fall deeply in love with women who are deep in relationships, I feel that I should have been told. By someone. By anyone.
I am lost. I have no words to describe my confusion. Words fail me. How many women have I missed out on since this supposed norm came into being?
More questions than answers.
I stand here now, utterly flabbergasted. Broken, because she just left and if I had only known, I would have at least said something. Poured my heart, drunk my shame, written a couplet or few, cleansed my veins of the clog that is constricting my blood from flowing still.
Now she is hundreds of miles away, and all I have are words. Stupid, shameless words that have never known any fear unless they emanate from my tongue.
Human, after all.
I liked you hun, a lot. Like, a lot. I wish I had known the norm had changed. I would have apologized and been done with it. Now, I have just words. Stupid, cowardly words.
Props to new graffiti in Doha
zuky:
1,500-year-old monastery built into the cliffside at Xuankong, Shanxi province, China.
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