Saturday, August 25, 2012
Ladies and Gentlemen, Someone has glimpsed the soul of Romero de Landa
The combination of this actress, this narrative, as well as this song really seem to capture the soul and character arc of Romero de Landa. I'm breathless. Such a hauntingly beautiful performance.
Friday, August 17, 2012
Sheila Nirenberg: A prosthetic eye to treat blindness
The Encoder is the key part of this...a codebook and equations mapping out visual data...and the implications can be reading the other senses as well...so the question is for me in the purposes of story...is this a possible key to the leap of digitizing memory, for retrieval, storage or maybe even transfer....
Thursday, August 16, 2012
Leonard Cohen - Dance Me To The End Of Love
And here, my lovelies, here is the heart of it. See the lyrics taped to the inside of the cardboard shelter that has become of our lives....dance me, to the end of love....
Tuesday, August 14, 2012
Monday, August 13, 2012
Friday, August 10, 2012
Saturday, June 16, 2012
Where is the sense of finesse.....that make us want to live longer...and enjoy the world around us? Natasha Vita-More On Transhumanism, the PRIMO Post-human.
Friday, May 04, 2012
Sunday, March 25, 2012
Dreaming and the Future of Virtual Word/Augmented Reality Gaming
If you can accept the chees-ball voice-overs and the kitschy music (probably should have just found scenes from the Matrix or Inception) and the fallacies they depend on to prove that there is no reality- this may be of interest. I am facinated by the brain's ability to create a narrative when we dream; to incorporate all of the senses into an illusion-like narrative. Imagining the virtual world/ and augmented reality communities interacting with one another based on stimuli from an outside system to have a place in creating these narratives. And then study the (drug-like?) effects of messing with the somewhat unknown recuperative necessities of the dream state. Imagine it's another episode of "Check it Out!" by Dr. Steve Brule, and you may have a fun time while learning something.
Sunday, February 26, 2012
Monday, February 20, 2012
The Killer in Me Is the Killer in You: An Interview with Richard Beck
Fascinating interview at The Other Journal titled "The Killer in Me Is the Killer in You: An Interview with Richard Beck"
on Thursday, February 16, 2012
on Thursday, February 16, 2012
Sunday, December 18, 2011
Saturday, September 10, 2011
Empty Sky
Jim Churchill-Dicks
Monday
Late for work. Barely light I drive
into the forest to meet my students
and fellow guides, armed with backpacks
ready for the Strawberry Mountains.
Tuesday
At Strawberry Lake, nestled in crowning
mountains, there isn’t a cloud in the sky,
not even a jet stream, just an empty
blue, met by jagged rocky spires.
Up high, we swim in icy water
with barely enough breath to tread above
the surface. We fish with found hooks
and discarded line, try to make fire
with bow drills and friction, and carve
loved ones’ initials into sticks.
Approaching midnight, my friend and I look
up at the stars, the night’s full harvest
of fireflies. Not even airplanes pollute the sky.
Wednesday
We reach the top of Strawberry Mountain,
scaling stone upon orange stone, devoid
of plant life, yet there are thousands
of black butterflies, fluttering up in our faces,
then rising upward--
Thursday
My friend emerges from the store, armed
with plastic sacks of groceries for a picnic
lunch. There is urgency in his face as I
come to help him. His face is ashen.
He tells me about pictures, about something
horribly wrong, planes like meteors falling
from the sky, driving the towers down, pouring
smoke, raining people, the ground collapsing
beneath them.
We look to the bus of hungry children,
expectant and oblivious, more innocent
than we’ve ever seen them
and I think back to the thousands of black
butterflies, ashen paper floating
from an otherwise empty sky.
Monday
Late for work. Barely light I drive
into the forest to meet my students
and fellow guides, armed with backpacks
ready for the Strawberry Mountains.
Tuesday
At Strawberry Lake, nestled in crowning
mountains, there isn’t a cloud in the sky,
not even a jet stream, just an empty
blue, met by jagged rocky spires.
Up high, we swim in icy water
with barely enough breath to tread above
the surface. We fish with found hooks
and discarded line, try to make fire
with bow drills and friction, and carve
loved ones’ initials into sticks.
Approaching midnight, my friend and I look
up at the stars, the night’s full harvest
of fireflies. Not even airplanes pollute the sky.
Wednesday
We reach the top of Strawberry Mountain,
scaling stone upon orange stone, devoid
of plant life, yet there are thousands
of black butterflies, fluttering up in our faces,
then rising upward--
Thursday
My friend emerges from the store, armed
with plastic sacks of groceries for a picnic
lunch. There is urgency in his face as I
come to help him. His face is ashen.
He tells me about pictures, about something
horribly wrong, planes like meteors falling
from the sky, driving the towers down, pouring
smoke, raining people, the ground collapsing
beneath them.
We look to the bus of hungry children,
expectant and oblivious, more innocent
than we’ve ever seen them
and I think back to the thousands of black
butterflies, ashen paper floating
from an otherwise empty sky.
Sunday, September 04, 2011
Sunday, August 14, 2011
Blood Cloning
Imagine the ability to clone the human blood supply...thus creating a limitless supply of blood. And say, in the case of one of my characters whose blood genome is the only substance known to stabilize the nanobot plagues. Such a 'blood offering' could give him a sort of messiah complex. In any case, here is an article that shows a contemporary study to clone blood with embryonic stem cells.
Nanotechnology and Brain Function
An interesting recent article on a scientific breakthrough using carbon nanotubes to create synthetic neurons and pathways.
New Blog Trajectory
This blog is moving away from the 'bloggy blog blog' confessional life log, and steering more toward research that interests me; particularly for my novel in-progress.
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