Monday, February 28, 2011
Friday, February 25, 2011
Thursday, February 24, 2011
Article about an SR-71 Blackbird flying over Libya in the 80's:
Ironically, the plane was dripping, much like the misshapen model had assembled in my youth. Fuel was seeping through the joints, raining down on the hangar floor. At Mach 3, the plane would expand several inches because of the severe temperature, which could heat the leading edge of the wing to 1,100 degrees. To prevent cracking, expansion joints had been built into the plane. Sealant resembling rubber glue covered the seams, but when the plane was subsonic, fuel would leak through the joints.
From a review of Timecop:
Me, I’ve got my own theory. I think that time is constantly in flux. That there are fault lines in the time stream, and they’re constantly shifting in thousands of little subtle ways, just like tremors rearranging California real estate. Or think of time as telephone lines stretching from the present back to infinity (kind of like Bill and Ted’s Excellent Adventure) and you get line noise that screws the connection up. It’s part of your day-to-day existence; you accept it and move on.
Proof? That’s easy.
Ever walk into a room to get something and suddenly you can’t remember what it was you wanted?
Ever put something down, go back and look for it, and it’s not there?
Ever run into someone who greets you like you’re old friends, and you are absolutely clueless as to their identity?
We chalk it off to lapsed memory, but it’s not. It’s Time Burps. You can’t remember what you wanted in the room because time just burped and suddenly the reason why you went in there ceased to exist. The item you put down has vanished because time burped and you never put it there in the first place. Your newfound old friend, in his or her past, was a close buddy, but in your own past, you never met.
Labels: time travel
Wednesday, February 23, 2011
Tuesday, February 22, 2011
Inventables calls itself the "the innovator’s hardware store":
We sell materials that designers, artists, and inventors use to develop new products and push the boundaries of what's possible.Below are just a few items on sale - - translucent concrete and wood, bendable wood, temperature-sensitive color-change fabric, and photoluminescent tape:
Monday, February 21, 2011
Sunday, February 20, 2011
Thursday, February 17, 2011
Monday, February 14, 2011
Saturday, February 12, 2011
Friday, February 11, 2011
Albino redwood trees lack chlorophyll. Their needles are limp and waxy. They’re the exact color of a glow-in-the-dark star you’d find in a kid’s bedroom.
Without chlorophyll, they can’t convert sunlight into energy. The only reason they survive at all is because they are sprouts from an adult tree, connected at the root. So, for their entire lives, they suck energy from that mother tree.
Wednesday, February 9, 2011
Tuesday, February 8, 2011
Look at the way they even show him emerging from the ocean like Ursula Andress. Sexual torture, too, if less creepy-glam than being stripped and painted gold. Vesper Lynd is Bond: never not in control, never without a plan, seducing to further her goals. She has to die so Bond can become her.
Labels: james bond