pleistocene park

Having seen the full documentary on German television over the weekend with H, I was pleased to see the coverage of enormous and complex conservation project reproduced by The Atlantic. Reaching back to the dawn of human civilisation and the retreat of the glaciers that spawned the shared myths and memories of the great deluge and Atlantis (we’ve no tales of advancing sheets of ice and winters that span æons) the Pleistocene Age ushers in human society, perhaps developed as a way to cope with the cold and privation.
The success of humans upset the balance of that Nature had cultivated for far longer than the fifty thousand years since the Age of Man, hunting most of the megafauna of the plains to extinction. The grazing of huge beasts adapted to the climate, corralled by predators, ensured that the tundra maintained its character and did not give up its permafrost in an uncontrolled catastrophic fashion. Some determined residents of Siberia have begun a massive land-management project that aims to restore the grasslands and the integrity of their local biome by reintroducing elk, bison, and maybe even mammoths in the near future. Similar conservation efforts are beating back the advance of the desert on the plains of Africa and have even allowed cattle ranchers and elephants to coexist. It seems a bit counter-intuitive at first but if committed and managed correctly could save heath and prairie and keep sequestered carbon out of the atmosphere.

5x5

crate & barrel: a glimpse inside the outfitteries that design and deliver prefabricated Irish Pubs around the world, via Boing Boing

la gioconda: researchers, including a relative of the Bishop of Bling, in Germany conclude Mona Lisa’s smile means she happy

inception: more recursive, panoramic landscapes from Aydın Büyüktaş, via Kottke 

pacific rim: demonstration of robots controlled by the hemispheres of two separate volunteers’ brains

ligature: a clever type face that reacts intuitively to the characters that precede and follow 

rentier economy

Considering Dear Leader’s fondness for non-committal licensing out his word and bond to resorts, vodka diploma-mills and other enterprises that he’s not particularly invested in (but only too happy to put ahead of national interests on a geopolitical arena), we discover that the apples don’t fall from the tree. Dear Leader’s son, Junior—aside from running his father’s business empire in trust, is an avid public-relations consultant for an Oklahoma firm that transmogrified its failed business model (polling via PDAs) into the modus operandi of an unabashed patent-troll, accusing multitudes of infringement.
Thanks to Junior’s influence and family-trademark unrelenting, uncompro- mising attacks that would wear on the stamina and resistance of anyone, most defendants—without owing to being in the wrong—will just settle and pay Junior to go away, since there’s no such provision like having the loser pay court fees in America to discourage frivolous lawsuits. The fact that Junior went on record praising this firm as an innovator is awful enough (betraying a failure to grasp basic contemporary concepts about how the interwebs work) and grows exponentially worse considering that’s Junior’s father, Dear Leader, gets to appoint the agency executives that run the US Patent Office and determine its future direction and what kind of claims it will tolerate and honour.

sxsw or urbi et orbi

The BBC’s technology correspondent catches up with Bishop Paul Tighe, Vatican representative and papal social media handler, in attendance at the South by Southwest conference.
The Holy See will also be presenting a panel discussion on Compassionate Disruption, which has attracted a lot of attention, but the interview focused on the forum that essentially launched the media platform Twitter a decade hence and the papacy’s uncomfortable but determined embrace of the social network five years ago. Pope Francis’ directive is that tweets are at minimum to be encouraging and if one deigns to enter into that discussion, one should try to avoid the negative elements out there.

concrete feats

Via Dezeen we discover Spanish illustrator Marta Colmenero celebrating some of the distinctive landmarks of Brutalist architecture from across Europe and north Africa, including the iconic public housing estate Balfron Tower, completed in 1967, designed by Hungarian extract Ernő Goldfinger. Such residential towers saw the rise of the high-rise and it was Goldfinger’s early pioneering solutions limited urban space that really started the process, and caused one objector to the demolition left in the building boom’s wake, Ian Flemming, to name his Bond arch-villain after the architect. Goldfinger threatened the author with legal action but relented when Fleming offered to rename the character “Goldprick.”