While reading a paper on triggers for the superwind of an AGB star (that makes sense to about two of my most loyal readers), a hotly debated area of research, I come to the pointed illustration in Figure 4:
(long pause)
Need I point it out? Reverse this perspective…
Okay, maybe it is just me…
Although the sound track becomes a little distracting from the text, the animation and paper craft is absolutely amazing.
Found at PaperCuts the NYTimes wonderful book blog.
Remember that thing I said about switching from /blog to /words? Forget about it!
There is some trouble in synchronizing the two locations and I do not feel like dealing with at this time.
Last night’s dream featured a large auditorium filled with everyone I had ever known. We were all gathered to watch a play I put together based on my life. As the play progressed, those who were portrayed began their protests. Quietly, at first, squirming in their chairs and disappointedly clearing their throats, then loudly when the scene featuring my old punk rock band began. This is when the real singer of my punk rock band began screaming at the actor portraying him, “I didn’t suck that much!” From then onward the protests were loud and numerous. By the end of the night only the most diehard and more recent friends of mine remained.
This autumn has been a roller coaster temperature-wise. We’ve had two extremely beautiful days in a row, one more tomorrow, all above 60, the real Autumn stands up, finally. But I find myself wondering if I’ve taken full advantage of the days? I am thinking of taking tomorrow afternoon off.
An extremely passionate pastime of mine is to drive through the autumn bliss with leaves trailing past and a cool breeze flowing through my open windows and Eric Chenaux’s Dull Lights playing on my CD player. The combination is nothing short of euphoric, and Eric Chenaux’s latest release Sloppy Ground is a terrific addition to this pastime.
Perhaps my most favorite song writing in a long time is on this new album, the second track, in fact, Love Don’t Change. In this song, Chenaux breaks up a beautiful poem to frame a 5-plus minute long masterpiece of a guitar solo.
I could wear rags
Or be dragged behind a car
It wouldn’t mean that much
As long as I didn’t get dragged too far
Everyone’s racing around, they’re eating on their feet
I want to turn this train around and bring you close to me
We could still be friends
But we could eat sweet things at night
I want to slow this city down and be with you in still life
[guitar solo]
I could fix up my looks a bit
Maybe do something with my hair
But do you have to change for love?
No, love don’t change
Love don’t change
The solo perfectly feeds into the continuation of the poem, driving into the emotional and hapless desire expressed at the end. It is a microcosm of this autumn, so is this:
