atelier

Having been so enthralled with this discovery, PfRC is committing to showcasing local artist studios and small galleries. The name White Trash Wonderland is a bit ironic since this is in one of the poshest neighbourhoods in town. I suppose that I have my work cut out for me in this ambitious task since I encounter quite a few workshops during my long strolls and I am not at all certain that all care for any unsolicited publicity, but it does create for me a challenge of engagement that I’ve usually only window-shopped.
There was one other art gallery/musical instrument store that was having a fire-sale of sorts here in Wiesbaden where I stopped to buy a fancy greeting-card, and there is a wine-bar in Bad Karma, our fair town, that I visited once because they were exhibiting some photographs that my former boss had taken. I’m sure there are many more stories to tell, but it does feel like an imposition, breaking one’s concentration to ring to enter. Be sure to check out King Lo’s fun and iconic artwork at the website, and wish me luck in becoming a hometown connoisseur.

docket or kangaroo court

Throughout the Middle Ages in Europe until the Enlightenment, it was not uncommon to see animals put on trial, often times provided with a defense counsel, and with due-process served, summarily executed.

Often the allegations levied against these barnyard creatures was for injuring their master, destruction of crops or for being barren—but sometimes the scope of the law was extended to more esoteric miscarriages, with pets charged with being familiars of certain known amici curiae, wolves along with their human avatars tried for being werewolves, and there is documentation of a rooster in Basel being burnt at the stake for the unnatural accomplishment of laying an egg, which hatched and loosed a cockatrice—a bipedal dragon with a chicken head, on the village. At least the domesticated poor beasts had a court-provided advocate in most cases.

five-by-five

vive le drone: the French have a healthier relationship with their eyes-in-the-sky

♀: the recently concluded seven year European Space Agency mission to our sister planet also looked homeward for signs of life on Earth

woongemeenschap: university students in the Netherlands can stay rent-free in retirement homes for keeping the older residents company

revisionism: wikiwashing is a thing

carbon sink: scientists found that a fern pasture carpeted the Arctic ocean millions of years ago, giving the world the stable climate we’ve enjoyed up until now 

bell-hop or pole-position

It struck me as an odd coincidence that I would be addressing the same subject about driverless cars with a co-worker on the way into work this morning—first commiserating how the lanes and the concept of right-of-way kind of get tossed aside when people are in a rush, and then moving on to the feasibility of self-driving automobiles and the question of fault for misjudgment and malfunction.

I declared, with auto-pilots already being tested in trucking, once, just like with the horseless-carriage, the infrastructure is established, human drivers won’t be street-legal for very long, operating under impulsive and unpredictable protocols. Like with those swarming insects or birds of a feather that someone manage to avoid collisions amid the chaos and guided by an instinct or perception that we cannot penetrate—in fact, the only accidents that seem to transpire end up on our windshields, the traffic of the future won’t admit any margin of operator-error. How do you feel about that? Are we being robbed of a freedom, leisure or will the idea of allowing people to maneuver lethal machinery without controls in place seem barbarically irresponsible and a dare-devil stunt that no one would voluntarily attempt? I especially liked futurist Mister Musk’s analogy to an old-fashioned elevator (lift) operator and how those bedecked and courteous engineers were replaced by push-button automation. I think this machinery behind the scenes is a good comparison for what we may be leaving behind.