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don’t look at it marion: a candle in the likeness of the melting face Gestapo agent from Raiders of the Lost Ark

façade: opulent palace hidden behind an exterior that’s very drab in comparison

mainframe: women in the company of giant computers, vintage early 1960s

redoubt and ravelin: twenty imposing fortresses from around the world

lost in space: having mapped the entire Moon, surveyors have not yet found Luna 9, the first probe to land on another planetary body, missing for fifty years

why so serious: spiffy alternative terminology to what passes as resting bitch face

great glavin in a glass

A trio of committed Simpsons fans have created a fun search engine that delves deep into the core seasons of the series and fetches a screen-capture from associated quotes, saying and scenarios and allows one to caption the image. As an homage to Professor John Nerdelbaum Frink, Jr., this mainframe is called the Frinkiac. What’s your favourite quote from the show?

gaffer and key grip

When signalling the start of a footrace, a starter gun is used (as opposed to a chequered flag) because the auditory cue reaches the brain, gathered from a relative paucity of non-intuitive evidence that with more invasive investigations reveal how disjointed reality is mediated by our senses. Though it’s nothing that one could easily access and would probably terribly frightening to try, our perceptions are only glancing and we carry in our minds a composite map of our immediate surroundings that merely regularly monitored for updates.
Although visually we imagine a sweeping continuity of our environment, our eyes, like a stage-hand, are more akin to the panicked flagellations of insect antennae, constantly seeking out corrections and in the absent of new input, blinders are put in place. Up to seven minutes in each hour (routine hours, though, I suppose and not when one is visiting the Grand Bazaar for the first time and is overwhelmed with impressions) we are effectively blind as our eyes dart around in search of changes—sort of like the commercial breaks in television programmes. Our separate senses, the intent to pull the trigger, the report, the puff of smoke and the recoil from above, are shuttled to our brains at different speeds so while there’s as much as a half second’s lag-time among them, they all are received as coordinated and consequent. I wonder if this mental trick of synchronicity that we can’t easily step out of could explain the dissonance between the relatable Newtonian physics and the baffling quantum reality underlying it. Vision can be assailed to an extent but the other senses present a real quandary. I suppose one could appreciate the drift in the illusion of animation, but it always struck me as rather amazing that our eyes are filled with veins and capillaries that are in our field of vision but don’t see because they don’t affect our internal maps.

tanked

With oil prices sinking to near historic lows, it’s really remarkable how causality comes unhinged when reason dictates that a lot of the economy hangs on the price of fuel. Though household budgets are seeing some degree of respite at the petrol station, the positive repercussions seem to end there and the myopic outlook is compounded.
Some hold the whole situation has a conspiratorial character meant to knock Russia down a notch as retribution for Ukraine, and event if this plot were true, the effects could not be contained and would lead to even graver instability in other oil-exporting nations. Without pain at the pump, environmental conscious bows out and the motivation for cleaner technologies falls away—with only greenwashing on offer. Waning demand has ensured the continued depression of prices, and the profit gradient for country’s whose wealth is an especially narrow one.  In hock as much as they were just recently flush with cash because of their commodity, Russia, Nigeria, Argentina and the Middle East are faced with the reckoning of re-financing and lenders are closing their ranks for other clients and keeping prices to the consumer steady. It is sort of like personable occupants stuck in a broken elevator turning to cannibalism.The formerly safe-bets of petroleum and follow-on industries are becoming unpalatable, and investors scuttle to park their money elsewhere—in rather hollow and abstract instruments that court yet another bubble coaxed to bursting.