The video to "Brain Games," the third track from Arman Bohn's Atari 2600-inspired "Bits" album, was created using drawings made on a Nintendo DSi. These elements were combined with traditionally-shot footage in After Effects, resulting in a monochrome 1080-line-high heap of pixels.
Buried in Wikileaks' Afghanistan documents is a largely ignored 2007 warning that Pakistani spies were planning to poison booze intended for American soldiers using sulfuric acid. It sounds a little far-fetched.
Until you hear the story of James Yeager, an American geologist who claims to have narrowly avoided being poisoned in exactly this way in, yes, 2007.
Yeager was in Afghanistan advising the government as they took bids on a massive mining contract ...
he returned to his residence in Kabul to find it had been burgled. The intruder took money from a drawer and left behind a bottle of Corona beer. The Corona bottle sat on his counter for the next two weeks Yeager says, because Corona is one of his least favorite beers. He finally opened it during a going away party as the other drinks began to run low. [emphasis mine]
"I pulled it out and when I popped it there was no fizz and the cap was loose," says Yeager. "Because this one didn't have fizz you wonder if it went rancid or not, and I just kind of sniffed it and I went 'Oh, that doesn't smell like beer.' "
Yeager, a geochemist familiar with acids, realized it smelled like sulfuric acid - otherwise known as battery acid. He called a friend over who had the same reaction to the smell. Yeager poured the "beer" into the toilet and it foamed and fizzed, leaving "no question" in his mind it was sulfuric acid.
Fun trailer for Mary Roach's new book, Packing for Mars, which comes out on August 2. It tells the story of life in outer space. In this video, early '60s-era NASA conducts some delightful experiments in "minimal personal hygiene", to find out how humans might respond, socially, to a reality without earthly bathrooms.
Having been to Tokyo three times previous to our recent vacation, I was excited to take my daughters to Harajuku, a popular teen shopping area in the city. To get there, we took a short ride on the JR Line to Harajuku Station, which has a neat Tudor-esque building built in 1925.
(Harajuku Station photo by Shiny Things. Creative Commons Attribution 2.0 Generic license.)
We took the Takeshita Exit from the station, which lead us to Takeshita Dori, a narrow pedestrian street filled with teen fashion boutiques and creperies.
From the Special Inspector General for Iraq Reconstruction, July 27, 2010 (PDF):
Weaknesses in DoD's financial and management controls left it unable to properly account for $8.7 billion of the $9.1 billion in DFI funds it received for reconstruction activities in Iraq. This situation occurred because most DoD organizations receiving DFI funds did not establish the required Department of the Treasury accounts and no DoD organization was designated as the executive agent for managing the use of DFI funds. The breakdown in controls left the funds vulnerable to inappropriate uses and undetected loss.
After seeing Pesco's moogarific Osmonds post, I got to thinking about a terrific piece of cinematic sleaze from 1971 called Pretty Maids All in a Row starring Rock Hudson and Angie Dickinson, written by Gene Roddenberry, and directed by Roger Vadim (Brigitte Bardot's svengali, over-the-top bon vivant playboy, and director of Barbarella). The lead song, "Chilly Winds," was performed by the Osmonds, and is probably their best song ever.
I can't beat Bad4Alice's description of the movie, so I'll just cut-n-paste:
The First 5 minutes of "Pretty Maids All in a Row" (1971) - Welcome to the 70's! A Teen boy seduced by a HOT substitute teacher (Angie Dickenson); a Footbal Coach / 'Counselor' (Rock Hudson) giving 'Private Lessons' to the Willing and Sexy Young High School girls - Short Skirts, No Bras, Lots of 'Bounce' and Upskirt Peeks - It makes Certain 'Things' Hard for a young highschool guy, especially the New Substitute in her Short Skirt, Jiggly Butt, and Tight Top, who 'Accidently' pokes his face with her Breasts! He has to get a Hall Pass, and 'Limp' to the Boys' Room, holding a clipboard in front of himself, for a little 'Relief'! He's about to start, when he finds a cute young girl in the next stall, Skirt Up and Panties showing - But she's having a harder day than his - She's DEAD! The movie (NOT the Clip) goes on to more girls murdered, lots of nudity, Telly Savales & James Dohan (Scotty on Star Trek) as the Cops, Roddy McDowall as the Principal. and the Osmonds singing the Theme Song! It's a Sexy Comedy/Murder Mystery -- Far Out, Groovy, and Right On!
A couple of days ago my 7-year-old daughter and I decorated her bedroom wall with designer Yiying Lu's "Lifting a Dreamer" (Elephant) wall graphics set. (Yiying is the illustrator of Twitter's famous Fail Whale. Here's an interview with her.)
The three-foot elephant set is $59.95, and the four-foot set is $79.95. They are available in the Makers Market / Boing Boing Bazaar.
Yiying Lu premium wall graphics are self-adhesive and will stick to almost any surface (walls, windows, even ceilings), and can be removed and re-hung 100 times without leaving a mark or damaging your walls.
These are NOT vinyl stickers or decals, which have a tendency to curl, peel, bubble, and crack, and are difficult to re-position without losing adhesion or damaging surfaces.
About Yiying Lu: “Yiying” is 2 characters in Chinese. “Yi” means Happy; “Ying” means Creative. Born in Shanghai, Yiying moved to Sydney when she was a teen. Yiying has been educated in UK and Australia. She has studied at Central St Martins College of Art & Design in London and University of New South Wales in Sydney. She graduated from the University of Technology, Sydney with 1st-Class honors in Bachelor of Design Visual Communication 2007.
Yiying is the illustrator of the social networking site Twitter.com’s Fail Whale icon, which has been featured in CNN, New York Times Magazine, BBC, NPR & Wired Magazine.
Yiying has also done design and creative work for Anna Sui New York, Maybelline, GettyImages, Glam Media, JWT, the Surfrider Foundation, the University of Technology Sydney, McCann World Group, and LTL PRINTS.
This t-shirt design by John Slabyk over at Threadless should be part of any credentialed Futurist's wardrobe:
they lied to us
this was supposed to be
the future
where is my jetpack,
where is my robotic companion,
where is my dinner in pill form,
where is my hydrogen fueled automobile,
where is my nuclear-powered levitating home,
where is my cure for this disease
Over at the Submitterator, Cheftournel turns us on to Belgian design firm Khuan + Ktron's lovely illustrations of entire countries, created for Weekend Knack Magazine. They have a bit of a Mary Blair vibe, but also are rather fresh too. KHUAN + KTRON for Weekend Knack Magazine
Make sure to have your copybooks ready, you'll want to take notes. In this episode of Boing Boing Video, the offbeat British comedy duo of Robert Popper and Peter Serafinowicz, creators of the BBC series "Look Around You," speak to us on the occasion of the US DVD release for their absurdist fake-educational science program.
Bonus: They are also founders of the faux religion of Tarvuism. In this very video, for the first time ever, they recite the full invocational prayer of Tarvu, meaning that just by watching, you are automatically indoctrinated as a member of the Church of Tarvu. So if octopuses (octopi? octopodes?) start chattering priestmuntyisms to you in the night, you've been warned.
Artist Michele Banks uses watercolor to depict natural, scientific, and medical phenomena. This one above shows cell divisions (note that it's not meant to be completely accurate); another one I like is a bright blue canvas with a single line showing someone's heart rate. Her work is available for sale in the Makers Market/Boing Boing Bazaar!
Check out this great Japanese TV commercial for Delicare M's, a jock itch cream. Tokyo gets really hot in the summer, and men still have to wear suits to work, so the idea of a refreshingly itch-less crotch is likely to appeal to many salarymen.
"[I]n rushing to declare what the war logs are not, many in the media have been quick to pass over what they are. Or, at the very least, what they might be: If not something 'new,' 'shocking,' and Pentagon Paper-esque, certainly a trove of material to add texture, detail, and anecdote—in other words, reporting—to a war that, despite the good work of some brave and diligent correspondents, has gone largely underreported in recent years." Joel Meares in CJR. — Xeni • Comments: 9
Just days after the U.S. Copyright Office explicitly authorized DRM-cracking by consumers, a British court has effectively abolished the import and sale of blank Nintendo DS cartridges. The mere possibility of piracy is sufficient to ban them, even if the media has legitimate uses such as storing freely-available third-party software. "The mere fact that the device can be used for a non-infringing purpose is not a defence," read the ruling by Justice Floyd. [BBC] — Rob • Comments: 37
Created by DeviantArt user Gamefan84, who says all that needs to be said: "Craziest request ever: Chewie riding a giant cute squirrel chasing down Nazis. He needs long flowing fur and a giant roar."
I thought of sf writer Terry Bisson's work as being delightfully absurdist, always moving but never solemn, but then I read Fire on the Mountain, his acclaimed 1988 short novel, reprinted in 2009 by PM Press in a handsome pocket edition with an introduction written by the revolutionary Mumia Abu Jamal from his cell on death row. Now I know that Bisson is perfectly capable of being as solemn as a funeral, and that when he takes on that mode, he is just as moving, and sweetly sad in a way that reveals the powerful mastery that's hidden behind his whimsy in stories like They're Made of Meat and Bears Discover Fire.
Fire on the Mountain is an alternate American civil war history, in the classic mode: one battle goes differently, for the want of a battle the war is lost, and the nation becomes an altogether different place. But Bisson's approach is more than a bit of militaristic speculation: it is a revolutionary polemic clothed in an exciting and moving adventure story. In Bisson's world, Harriet Tubman joins John Brown at Harper's Ferry and the two of them kindle a nationwide abolitionist uprising that sparks a global series of socialist revolutions, in Canada, Haiti, Mexico, France, England, Ireland, and across the American continent among indigenous people.
The story takes place in two timelines: the history of the revolution is told in the form of a memoir of a slave-boy who grew up to be a revolutionary leader, and in correspondence from a white Virginian doctor who turned his back on privilege and fought alongside the rebels in John Brown's army.
Then there's a "contemporary" story, set in 1959, when socialist Africa is just about to land its first astronauts on Mars. Yasmin is the great-great granddaughter of the ex-slave whose memoir recounts the history of the revolution, and she is the widow of an African astronaut who died in space on an earlier, failed Mars mission. She is delivering her ancestor's papers to a revolutionary museum, travelling cross-country with her teenaged daughter, Harriet, the bother of them absorbed with bitter emotion at all the space travel in the news.
Weaving between these three stories, Bisson paints a picture of a world where progress is based on peace, not war, cooperation, not competition. And he tells the gripping tale of the war that was fought and the blood that was shed to get to that world, and of the ambivalence that the fighting and the not-fighting engender among all concerned.
It's a slender novel, a mere 150 pages, but it does the science fiction trick of making you step back from your own world and see it more clearly, and it does so while wrenching your heart and setting your pulse pounding. All in all, one of the best alternate histories I've read -- and a side of Bisson (a southerner who fought in the John Brown Anti-KKK League) I'm glad to have discovered.
Guestblogger Dr. Michael Shaughnessy is a German professor who specializes in computer assisted language learning and visual representations of culture at Washington & Jefferson College. He is the director of the CAPL project to provide free CC licensed media to language and culture instructors worldwide.
Greetings from one of the best places in the world to learn foreign languages! DLI, CIA University? No, a small town in Vermont that hosts an annual summer language institute: Middlebury. To call the Middlebury language schools a camp is like calling a hurricane a rain shower.
Richmond police recently refused to arrest a group of men who beat up a naked drunk in public. "We don't need it," one said to a woman who filmed the incident. [The Awl] — Rob • Comments: 4
Wired writer and Danger Room blog editor Noah Shachtman has an op-ed in the Wall Street Journal today cautioning those who dive in to the Wikileaks Afghan war logs to read the military-produced reports they contain with some skepticism. Not because Wikileaks has released anything less than the genuine article, but because reports produced by the military don't always tell the whole story. Shachtman cites a series of reports related to actions of the 2nd Battalion, 8th Marines, in Helmand province on August 25th:
I happen to know this because I was there with Echo company, reporting for WIRED magazine. And the wide difference between what actually happened at the Moba Khan compound and what the report says happened there should give caution to those who think they can discover the capital-T truth about the Afghanistan conflict solely through the WikiLeaks war logs. It should also give pause to those officers in military headquarters who count on these updates to learn about what’s happening on the front lines. The military has a problem in how it talks to itself.
Susannah Breslin has posted a new story to The War Project website, her independent online project featuring first-person stories of veterans of Iraq and Afghanistan. Every as-told-to story is based on an in-person interview Susannah conducted with the veteran, and a photo portrait she took of the veteran. About today's story:
Sgt. George Zubaty, whose father was a Vietnam War veteran, grew up in a small southern town and was deployed as an Army infantryman to Afghanistan in 2002 and Iraq in 2003. In his story, he talks about being among the first to enter Baghdad, what Iraq and Cormac McCarthy's The Road have in common, and why some soldiers have more problems than others.
"Every single vehicle we come by is shot up, burnt, tank tread down the center of it. I mean, you're looking in a car, and there'll be mom, dad, kids, everything's burnt, everything's torn up. Remember, it's 2003. At that point, Army units, they were training to do a general movement warfare type action. The whole point of our training was, just kill people. It wasn't soft and nice. It was, you've been shot at, you shoot back until the firing stops."
COOP scanned and posted a 1964 mail order catalog for hotrod art pioneer Ed "Big Daddy" Roth filled with fantastic t-shirts, sweatshirts, jackets, and other hot merch. Be warned, it "contains lots 'trash' and 'super ugly' designs to stoke and sicken your mind!" Ed "Big Daddy" Roth 1964 Monster Catalog
Jess Bachman, infographic designer extraordinaire, shares this new work which shows how Glenn Beck "uses his influence to peddle dubious information and endorse fraudulent companies, and how how those companies go about scamming fear ridden consumers into buying terrible investments."
It's a pretty epic infographic, complex and big, like much of what Jess does. I've just shown the top, oh, 20% of it above to whet your appetite.
By artist Scott Marr, who is based in Australia: "Records revert to time." Carved record and ochre, 25cm. View more from this series of artwork. He explains that these are all carved by hand using a dremel, which sounds awfully time-consuming and delicate. Really beautiful stuff. (via Bibliodyssey)
It's a map of a world that doesn't exist: twelve feet wide and as tall as a Tataru. Fussy details are in tension with swathes of empty, gold-leaf space. It is what I once imagined adorned every videogame developer's wall, a map to a virtual land where the treasure isn't a spot marked with an X, but the world itself: emerald hills, sapphire rivers, and mountains draped in ice.
If you are reading this blog-post, it is because I have been kidnapped by my family and whisked away to a cottage on a Canadian lake, from which vantage I will be contemplating the loons, catching up on my reading, teaching Poesy to swim, going to the drive in, and lolling about in the grass or lazing on the dock.
Three things I will not be doing is looking at email, answering the phone, or blogging (though I have some book reviews in the queue for August, to coincide with the books' release dates).
Update: We've removed the CC-licensed image as an anonymous post at Slashdot suggests the photographer is unhappy with our usage of it here. We support the Creative Commons and will always do our best to honor the creator's interpretation of non-commerciality. Cory has gone on vacation and cannot be reached, but the photo was by a Flickr contact of his, so we think the Slashdot post may have mistakenly identified this usage as infringing. If we erred in posting it, please accept our apologies. - Rob
Update II: Pic restored. Anonymous was mistaken. - Rob
Inception is one of the two best science fiction movies I've ever seen (along with Gilliam's Brazil) -- in fact, it's one of two sf movies that I'd rank with the very best sf novels.
Here's a YouTube clip showing some of the nice attention to detail in the film: the two major musical stings in the movie (a threatening, bassy throb and a grainy Victrola of Edith Piaf singing "Je Ne Regrette Rien") are, in fact, the same song, played at very different speeds.
The shark knife isn't going to win any beauty contests, but that's OK, because shark knives aren't about looking good, they're about getting the job done. And the job here is looking insanely tough, but with a tender, whimsical side. The Klingons have a word for this, most often translated as "trying too hard."
Actually, they're flagellomeres—a basic part of all insect antennae. Looking at the number of flagellomeres present—and the way they're attached to the rest of the antenna—can help distinguish between species of insects, and sometimes even between males and females within a species.
This picture comes to us through the Submitterator, via Karloskar. The photo was taken by Flickr user brokentoyshop. According to Karloskar, brokentoyshop took this image using only "some simple homebrew of lenses, flashes and a laser for targeting." Super cool!
Never fear. This isn't another ecological disaster scenario you need to lose sleep over. What we're really talking about here is some good, old-fashioned struttin'. In this case, the creators of ArcGIS—a suite of geographic information system programs—decided to show off their system's predictive modeling abilities by generating maps that show what a non-spinning Earth would look like.
One of the most surprising outcomes they came up with has to do with the impact centrifugal force has on oceans.
The lack of the centrifugal effect would result in the gravity of the earth being the only significant force controlling the extent of the oceans. If the earth's gravity alone was responsible for creating a new geography, the huge bulge of oceanic water--which is now about 8 km high at the equator--would migrate to where a stationary earth's gravity would be the strongest.If the earth stood still, the oceans would gradually migrate toward the poles and cause land in the equatorial region to emerge. This would eventually result in a huge equatorial megacontinent and two large polar oceans.
In North America, this polar ocean would stretch all the way down to Chicago, while vast, unexplored vistas opened up west of Mexico. And, unlike the real world, the two oceans in this alternate reality wouldn't be connected.
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