Over the weekend, we took advantage of the extended operating hours of Saxony’s cultural attractions and visited a few neat exhibits. One monu- mentally huge gallery housed in a gasometer, a gas bell, formerly used for the urban storage of natural case, was dizzying in scale and gawking up at the lattice ceiling high overhead reminded me of that V’Ger machine entity from Star Trek: The Motion Picture—who kept a holographic menagerie of the sights it encountered, projecting down a whole virtual reality cascade.
Thursday, 10 May 2012
Wednesday, 9 May 2012
a town called bad karma or unicorn chaser
Reflecting on Victory in Europe Day, the instruments of surrender signed and witnessed late in the night of the 8th of May and hence Victory Day in Russia and Eastern Europe due to the time difference, and the commemoration of the formation of the predecessor to the European Union that followed barely a scant decade later, is a bit diminished for being subjected to the current filters of disloyalty and disunion.
chirality
With travel season approaching, many will be using rental vehicles to bridge the gaps in their vacation plans or tour about the countryside. It can turn into quite a frustration queuing up to fill up one’s unfamiliar car and realize that one is not sure if the tank is on the left or the right side. I’ve wondered what manufacturing conventions govern the distribution of gas-tank configuration and are some popular makes at a disadvantage—chiral is a term for a sort of chemical-handedness, the way molecules twist towards the right or towards the left. Most modern cars, models that one is likely to get at the rental shops, however, do have a very subtle tell in the instrument panel: the little flag by the pump symbol points towards the side the gas tank is on.
catagories: transportation, travel
Tuesday, 8 May 2012
beeswax
Over on the inestimable site Boing Boing, Hannah Nordhaus presents a very circumspect and sad essay about the fact that our honey bees are still dying all over the world and the cause(s) remain a mystery. Against the deadly seriousness of the grave prospect of a collapse of agricultural system that works and that we work in, a spate of triumphant and heroic headlines appeared, declaring the mystery solved. I have the impression that I did notice a few more errant bees this year than the year before, but maybe I was subscribing to the same journalistic deadlines and public attention span (the same sort of reporting that relegates Fukushima to the distance past), because beekeepers know that their numbers are still in decline. Hives do not only die dramatically, and by hook or by crook, there are several suspects but the evidence is unclear on how to remedy this disturbing situation. Could it be pesticides, monoculture crops, killer bees, climate change, electro-smog from cellular telephone masts, genetically modified plants or a parasite that’s easy to implicate? This is a development we can ill-afford to be complacent about, dismissing a problem because it is no longer on the press-horizon.
catagories: ⚕️, ๐ฑ, ๐, environment