An architect and gardener in Nagold, a town south of Stuttgart, finding inspiration in the gentle, patient coaxing of bonsai trees and topiary cultivating, has grown a series of towers that fuse a minimum of man-made construction materials with living branches. These creations won’t be supplanting traditional building for human habitation but could also prove very suitable sanctuaries for other fauna and the extensive research that went into their design will surely inspire others. You can read more about tree-houses here, here and here.
Tuesday 6 September 2016
baubotanik
who ever heard of a snozzberry?
Via Messy Nessy Chic’s latest virtual lost-and-found, we discover that there is a museum that exclusively curates discarded and retrieved shopping lists. The collection is approaching four thousand pieces of ephemera and shows that we are not alone in standing at the check-out line with non-sequitur items, not always being able to retrieve the proper name for something and that penmanship and spelling can be tough things.
bespin cloud city
As part of a brilliant series about colonising the Solar System (responsibly and not in manner that might threaten native life forms), Universe Today looks at some of the proposed platforms for human settlement on Venus, which don’t make our Doppelganger out to be Evil Twin, failed Earth it is in our imaginations. Conditions on the surface are pretty inhospitable, nonetheless, but one clever plan from NASA would see colonies floating in dirigibles high above the Venusian clouds, High Altitude Venus Operational Concept (HAVOC), that would mine the sky for chemical elements. Be sure to check out the whole article and more stories about space exploration at the link up top.
pudding lane
After the devastation, the mostly timber urban core was rebuilt with the signature grey Portland limestone, but the social and economic disruption must have endured for generations and surely many who lost family and fortune never recovered. The event included a street fair with food and burn treatments from the time.
exponential
The always insightful รon Magazine features a brief appreciation of the short documentary that illustrates the scale of the Cosmos by the Mid-Century Modern design duo Charles and Ray Eames called Powers of Ten (subtitled a Film Dealing with the Relative Size of Things in the Universe and the Effect of Adding Another Zero), first released in 1968 and then remastered for classroom in 1977. Watch the nine minute classic about microcosms and macrocosms at the link, which has taught a generation about perspective and orders of magnitude.
Monday 5 September 2016
matriculation or bailiff and bail
I believed like most among the reluctant and truant—later to be superseded by something called the end of Daylight Savings time which elicits an almost universal groan of complaint, that the academic year had the cycle it does in order to take advantage of child-labour.
That children ought not be released to pursue more rarefied and noble things until the season’s bounty (in northern climes) had been duly harvested seemed plausible—though I never knew any classmates who told of summers spent toiling in the fields and despite the fact that instruction began well ahead of our traditional thanksgiving rituals. Perhaps it was something inherited and was allowed to creep earlier in the year, like Christmasy retail pep-rallies. The cycle of primary education, however, is parallel to the ancient schedule of the first universities, revived in the Middle Ages, whose school year corresponded with the fiscal year, marked by Michaelmas, the feast of Saint Michael and the Archangels on the penultimate day of September (or a bit later in the Julian calendar). Though the connection between the expulsion of Lucifer and the settling of annual accounts might seem as tenuous as the logic above (and time-tables for tax regimes vary widely, though the more vibrant sunsets and delayed dawns might remind of this Fallen Angel, and thus in a sense seasonally-locked), most governments, businesses and academic institutions derive the time they set aside for this reckoning, the dismissal, renegotiation and renewal of contracts according to this calendar. New pupils and teachers were evaluated at this time, as well. Gaudeamus igitur.
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The poor Chancellor is seeing her party thoroughly routed, coming in third place behind the right-wing populist movement Alternative fรผr Deutschland in state elections in Mecklenburg-Vorpommern—at least if exit-polling is to be believed—and I wonder if this might be indicative of wider-sentiment that’s presently being dismissed as ‘bitter.’
The Chancellor assumed her signature stance (it must be awfully hard to find something to do with idle hands when there’s so much attention on them) during encounters with the press immediately afterward—and there’s even a name for that pose, the Merkel-Raute (Merkel’s Rhombus), which her political party endorsed the emoji version of above. Seeing her standing with poise reminded me of a rather astute observation about other politicians mirroring that gesture (people unconsciously adopt mannerisms like these, usually out of deference) I saw a few weeks ago, like it was some gang-sign for those in the know. I’m convinced that Frau Merkel is the leader of some Illuminati (the hands framing the All Seeing Eye) coven that includes Theresa May, David Icke, Gordon Brown, Jean-Claude Juncker, C. Montgomery Burns and Dora the Explorer. What do you think? I worry that we might now know too much for our own good.
by jove!
Unlike with other planets, astronomers had never been privy to a glimpse of the polar regions of Jupiter beforehand—since this gas giant and its constellation of satellites just fails to reach the critical mass of sustaining nuclear fusion and is more like a star with its own solar system than part of our own has no significant tilt to its axis.
With other worlds, scientists can spy the poles, given enough patience when the planets lean into their seasons, but being so massive, Jupiter is not obliged to (or maybe it does but tilts the rest of the solar system with it). Though already primed with excitement of seeing a wholly new face of Jupiter, no one was quite prepared for the vision of its aurora at the southern pole, a huge blue polygonal typhoon that looks like a completely new planet, rather than the expected continuation of autumnal, harvest-coloured storm bands. Meteorologists and astronomers alike are intently studying these preliminary findings, hoping to be able to explain the fluid-dynamics and dynamism of the down-under.
