Friday Ephemera
I must have one, and so must you. // Lakes, oceans and depth. (h/t, Peter Risdon) // The dilemmas of victimhood poker. // The androids are coming. // Kangaroos have three vaginas. // Cat wakes owner with repeated boings. // Africa is big. // A rather pretty sea slug. // Through the clouds. // Jellyfishcam. // Jetman in the Alps. // Tiny food sculptures. (h/t, MeFi) // Assorted intersections. // What happens inside the Large Hadron Collider? // Hey, it’s that guy. // “A victim treats his mugger right.” (Opinions of “right” may vary.) // iPad docking station. // Explosives may be used to dislodge frozen cows. (h/t, Simen) // Dementia and music.
For those of you who may be interested in them, my favourite LHC videos are ATLAS ~ A New Hope, and ATLAS ~ The Particles Strike Back & II.
Ok, I give up. How does the flying thing stay up? I didn’t see any lines that might lead up to a parasail, but that’s the only realistic mechanism I can imagine. I doubt he’s got a lump of Cavorite in there.
I would doubt that the flying thing does stay up, Jason, in the sense that I don’t think that the flying thing is real; it is, um, how does one say, image adjusted. So I think is the “Through the Clouds” image ~ the Reynolds numbers are all wrong in that one. On the other hand, both of those links are to kaching.tumblr.com, so perhaps it’s a grand conspiracy, though I tend to doubt that because grand conspiracies are much harder to organize than one might imagine. Perhaps it’s just a photoshop site ~ that would explain it.
It does raise the interesting question, though, as to the matter of the axiological proposition concerning the degree to which it would be ethically proper for one to disclaim one’s fiction from one’s claimed fact. Or perhaps not, after all, humans know nothing about reality, all we know about are the models of reality that our brains create for us.
Jason,
“Ok, I give up. How does the flying thing stay up?”
I very much doubt it does. I want one nonetheless. Just in case.
To make things more simple for the rest of us, the Ontario Human Rights Tribunal has ruled that women are those who say they are. Thus, none of those awkward distinctions most of us were plagued with growing up.
http://news.nationalpost.com/2012/04/19/tribunal-to-would-be-women-you-can-take-it-with-you/
-S
Oh, and while I remember – Anthropologists must be thrilled to find these iconic cave-paintings from the Western Antisemites.
http://www.thegatewaypundit.com/2012/04/leftwing-flytilla-activists-scrawl-swastika-at-israel-airport-before-deportation/
These paintings post-date the believed extinction of the tribe by more than half a century, and history may thus need to be rewritten. But more research first, of course.
-S
I must have one, and so must you.
I so want that to be real.
> women are those who say they are.
Very handy when the government does sex-apartheid grants and business-loans and courses…
Explosives may be used to dislodge frozen cows.
Maybe you should do a series of classic ephemera sentences?
“The research found that sober rats don’t really like music that much. After the silence, the rats liked Beethoven’s “Fur Elise” more than Miles Davis’s iconic jazz tune “Four.” But when the rats were given doses of cocaine, their tasted shifted and they gravitated toward the jazz.”
http://www.nydailynews.com/life-style/health/rats-cocaine-love-miles-davis-dumb-animal-research-paid-tax-dollars-article-1.1063528#ixzz1sQ6zpibr
Flying machine: the wonders of google image search led me here so he image does seem to have been tampered with
Oh Henry, now you’re taking all the fun out of it.
I was watching Total Recall earlier and That Guy was Arnie’s work mate.
http://www.fametracker.com/hey_its_that_guy/
Already done.
Kangaroos have three vaginas
What, even the male ones?
I don’t get the mugger story.
It’s five years old and all internet links go back to the NPR website. Plenty of mentions of Snopes but nothing on the Snopes site. The story itself has no witnesses apart from Diaz himself. If I imagine myself as a mugger during the theft, I would be nervous as hell and given the fact that I’d already threatened the victim and stolen their wallet, him offering his coat wouldn’t disarm me as much as scare me. I would take the coat and run. I certainly wouldn’t be fool enough to go into a diner where I could be easily trapped.
Nah! I call fantasy.
TDK,
It does sound a bit like carefully-crafted porn for hand-wringing social workers.