Over at Vice, they ask: “since copper is anti-microbial, why isn’t copper everywhere?” [vice]
One of the nice things about being approaching 60, having done and been a bunch of different things, is I have a pretty solid view of my capabilities. So I don’t feel bad when I see someone who is light years better than me at a thing, since I know that what I’m seeing is someone who made different choices in their path, and it’s alright that I didn’t compete with them.
Back in the day, I recall someone getting excited about “tool using animals” when a monkey was using a stick to pull ants out of a hive for dinner. (His, not theirs)
I call this “frost fog” but that’s probably not the right name for it. It’s frost that melts off early as the sun rises, and becomes a cold, dense, low-lying fog.
I’m a hoarder of certain things; I admit it. Somewhere I have source tapes for Peter Langston’s Empire game, just in case someone wants to reconstruct that piece of history for a modern system.
This is just breaking, so nobody really knows what’s going on, but:
[Warning: Sexual Assault?]
I encountered this track as the outro for a podcast I was listening to.
AKA: “Tuvan throat-singing.” I think it’s one of the most ‘metal’ things around, and I’ve been a fan of Laibach since their first album came out in the US in the mid 1980s. The lead singer for Laibach doesn’t really do polyphonic overtones, but it’s a similar sound.
Someone sent me this:
This is some artwork that I immediately fell in love with. There’s something interesting going on within it; the artist has managed to embed postural and posing cues to a high degree, which affects this viewer by making me feel that I am looking at emotional displays.