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A very early start to get over to Findhorn to meet Steve (Stoates-Findhorn) before heading for Portknockie and this intriguing rock formation.
Our calculations told us the sun will rise in the gap over the coming week or so and thankfully there was a low tide that allowed us to get far enough over for the shot (next weekend will probably be more manageable from the beach – weather permitting).
The light caused more than a few problems with flare and under exposure of the rock.
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Explore 23/08/2015 No. 426
I did the homework so that we could take a shot of the full moon rising over the legendary Lick Observatory on Mt. Hamilton, high above the Silicon Valley. Today the moon rose at 5:38pm at an azimuth of 70° and an angle of 4.3° above the horizon, as seen from the Communication Hill, 12 miles (19.3 km) away from the Lick Observatory. My azimuth calculation was a bit off, so I raced down the hill with my camera gear once the moon came up to the left of the observatory. The sunset was at about the same time, which gave a balanced light. There is some atmospheric distortion due to the heat in the air, which results in a jagged outline of the moon.
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This is not the strawberry moon, but a full moon in February. I headed to a cemetery 12 miles away from the legendary Lick Observatory, located on Mt. Hamilton high above the Silicon Valley, California. My calculation was spot on, the moon appeared at the left of the observatory and raised up towards the right. The moon is racing at 12.5 miles (20 km) distance, it took only 3 minutes from the first sight of the moon to clearing the building.
I took many shots of this moonrise, and turned them into a time-lapse, see fb.watch/3ZG8-DIHXS/
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-- ƒ/6.3, 900 mm, 1/100 sec, ISO 200, Sony A6000, Tamron SP 150-600mm f/5-6.3, HDR, 1 RAW exposure, _DSC7081_hdr1pho1bal1h.jpg
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Under the Ellen Browning Scripps Memorial Pier, Scripps Institution of Oceanography, University of California, San Diego.
I wanted to catch the setting sun framed by the structure, but my alignment calculations were off and evening marine layer clouds were forming. :(
The slide rule, also known colloquially in the United States as a slipstick, is a mechanical analog computer. As graphical analog calculators, slide rules are closely related to nomograms, but the former are used for general calculations, whereas the latter are used for application-specific computations.
The slide rule is used primarily for multiplication and division, and also for functions such as exponents, roots, logarithms, and trigonometry, but typically not for addition or subtraction. Though similar in name and appearance to a standard ruler, the slide rule is not meant to be used for measuring length or drawing straight lines.
Slide rules exist in a diverse range of styles and generally appear in a linear or circular form with a standardized set of markings (scales) essential to performing mathematical computations. Slide rules manufactured for specialized fields such as aviation or finance typically feature additional scales that aid in calculations particular to those fields.
At its simplest, each number to be multiplied is represented by a length on a sliding ruler. As the rulers each have a logarithmic scale, it is possible to align them to read the sum of the logarithms, and hence calculate the product of the two numbers.
The Reverend William Oughtred and others developed the slide rule in the 17th century based on the emerging work on logarithms by John Napier. Before the advent of the electronic calculator, it was the most commonly used calculation tool in science and engineering. The use of slide rules continued to grow through the 1950s and 1960s even as computers were being gradually introduced; but around 1974 the handheld electronic scientific calculator made them largely obsolete and most suppliers left the business.
Fanad Head Peninsula, County Donegal, Ireland
Fanad Lighthouse is a personal favourite location of mine to visit. Overlooking the vast Inishowen peninsula in the distance and surrounded with ancient jagged volcanic rocks, sometimes I wonder if its founding builders chose this exact spot due to precise calculations or was it truly because they were enchanted and captivated by their surroundings. This has to be the most picturesque lighthouse in Ireland and beyond
These ancient, eroded rocks which shimmer red & pink in colour have aided in the most interestingly unique rock pools to form amongst them. When the sun shines, they reflect a shimmering spectrum of colours. During this visit I was like a giant frog leaping from pool to pool with excitement trying to find the greatest angle to photograph…… I only wish I could play leapfrog here more often 🐸
Fanad Head Lighthouse was conceived as essential to seafarers following a shipwreck which happened over 200 years ago. In December 1811 the frigate ‘Saldanha’ sought shelter from a storm. Sailing towards Fanad as she frantically fought the raging wind and waves. Sadly, the ship was wrecked off the northern coast with all 250+ men on board.
Shortly afterwards Fanad Head Lighthouse was built to help guide ships and sailors safely on their journeys. Still in operation to this day, standing on a rocky outcrop on north Donegal's Wild Atlantic Way, blinking its guiding light out to sea to aid ships past its inviting yet deceiving rocky waters 🌊
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Stepan Prokopovich Tymoshenko (1878-1972) is considered to be the father of modern engineering mechanics.
In 1906, he was appointed Head of the Department of Strengths of Materials at the Kyiv Polytechnic Institute. From 1907 to 1911, as a professor at the Polytechnic Institute he did research in the earlier variant of the Finite Element Method of elastic calculations, the so-called Rayleigh method. During those years he also pioneered work on buckling, and published the first version of his famous Strength of Materials textbook. He was elected dean of the Division of Structural Engineering in 1909.
Calculations.
Материалистические достижения вещества имеют значение безжалостные ножи зловещие войны концепции структуры суеверия осуждаемые психологи,
luxuriance organique instinct tropical incohérences décharges explications monde persuasif palpabilité évidence aristocratique,
समकालीन श्रमिक अनिवार्य मतभेद परिकल्पना बाहरी पुल आध्यात्मिक बुद्धि निर्धारित प्रश्न दार्शनिक पूछताछ,
точне мислення твердження його інтерпретації активіст діючі точки влади погляди чарівні теорії звик дедукції множина відчуттів,
gehoorzaamheid complex extreme omstandigheden inspannende termen vrijheid emoties gewillig acties schendingen waarderingen grammaticale functies toegevoegd,
ostacoli strumenti anime composte idee filosofiche incantesimi invisibili metodologia ordini sbarrate interpretazioni rigetto delle valutazioni,
表面的な概念明白な衝動巨大な事実危険な知識痛みを伴う記憶の結果孤独洗練された憤慨の答え.
Steve.D.Hammond.
The complex was commissioned by Adriano Olivetti in 1959 to architect Alberto Galardi. The architect with the support of structural calculations by Antonio Migliasso worked on it until 1962, the year of its inauguration. For over twenty years, it housed the laboratories and research of the Italian pharmacological products company Marxer. After undergoing several changes of ownership, it has been gradually abandoned since the early 1990s. Guarded for several years, and subject to numerous recovery projects that were never realised, in 2018 it was vandalised by a rave. It is still considered an important example of Italian Brutalist architecture.
After very careful calculations and surveys :-) - we decided the easiest way to lift it off the trailer and mount it on the Seddon Atkinson was to suspend it from the rafters.
We both had a bit of a sweat on at this point :-)
The wreckage of the Admiral Von Tromp frames Black Nab in the distance.
This is the non star trail image from my shoot at Saltwick Bay. It's one of the most rewarding shoots i've done simply because of the difficult nature of the location. Don't be fooled by the light on the horizon, it was pitch black. All you could hear was the unnerving sound of crashing waves in the distance.
I had been to the bay several times previously at both high and low tide to prepare for this trip. Get your tide calculations wrong here and you are going to be in trouble. Also its an absolute must to get here before dusk. Traversing the shoreline in the dark is bad enough on the way out. To do so on the way in as well is a recipe for disaster. Stay safe everyone.
I had a cylindrical slide rule when I was a university student but I never had anything quite so complex as this instrument on display at the Oxford Museum of the History of Science.
As a curiosity, I love this Tamron 17mm lens. It's old, and manual, but it doesn't matter too much for such a wide angle. However, the expositions are non-trivial, as it seems to have been miscalculated. The D200 measures the light wide open, and does the calculation for the different apertures. Then at f/8, f/11 or f/16 it can lead to -1EV or even -2EV. Well... old school lenses...
One of the two centennial oak trees on our property. This one is the largest. Using calculations based on its type and its circumference, we estimate it is about 221 years old; translated, it was a sapling in 1801.
Love the ancient living things around you.
This image is made of 9 individual images stitched together and then edited to create the final vertical panorama photograph. You may appreciate it better if you click on it to enlarge the view.
February 28, 2022.
IMG_6209 B&W vertical panoramic image
I got a similar picture a while back and really enjoyed the notion of being able to count the wing beats per second from the exposure time in a picture.
I have been trying to get more of these pictures since but it is not as easy as you might think! The beauty of digital photography is that you can take hundreds of pictures playing with something like this and if none of them work then nothing is spent except time & if I think about it was a reasonably pleasant time that was spent!
6 wingbeats in 1/50th of a second exposure = 300 beats per second.
Source image taken by my wife using my camera.
Monochrome conversion by the old school method of Photoshop calculations set to red over blue, overlay blend mode at 80 percent opacity. Curves adjustment added to increase contrast.
-Grunkle Stan. Gravity Falls.
After bagging 1995 in Sterling, I found out that 149 was still crawling through Milwaukee. A couple calculations revealed I would make it to Portage about 10 minutes before it did. So, back in the car and fly up I-88 and I-39 to Portage.
The 7022 has been a thorn in my side since the military SD70ACUs were revealed. While I had seen 4 under the first year, this one didn't lead anything around the area until 2022. 2 years after that, it finally led on a day off of work. You have to be insane to keep up in this hobby anymore.
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May 29, 2024: The first hour of the new eruption near Grindavik, Iceland.
www.youtube.com/watch?v=N3QXxqTHnIU
This shot shows how far it is after just 11 minuets and is about only a third of it length and at its peak it was coming out at 1,500 to 2,000 cubic MTS a second for about 7 hours
Started streaming on 21 Jun 2024
From IMO (July 30, 2024): Increased probability of a dike propagation and a volcanic eruption in the coming days. The number of earthquakes per day within the Sundhnúkur crater row is steadily increasing. Model calculations suggest enough magma has now been recharged to the Svartsengi reservoir to trigger a new event. There is an increased likelihood that this will occur within the next 7-10 days. Geodetic measurements show that the rate of uplift has decreased slightly during the past few days. This, along with the type of seismicity that was detected yesterday, are indicators that a dike propagation or a volcanic eruption may be imminent
The year is 2116. Astronomers discover a misplaced decimal place in some old calculations and determine that the moon really is made of delicious cheese! It was just covered under layers of lunar dust and rock. A booming cheese mining industry emerges, spurring colonization and leading to the discovery of Moon-Indigenous Cheese Eaters (MICE), soon domesticated for cheese prospecting.
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This is an attempt to design a TLG-style "theme" with sets of different sizes, and lots of playability. I had the wheels sitting around for months before I figured out what kind of vehicle to put on them. Once the scene started coming together it was obvious it needed a Star Wars-style steed, something like a Tauntaun but more tongue-in-cheek :)
Dr Daltrey studies her notes under the flickering light in the lab. "Why didn't it work?" she asks herself, "it should've worked, my calculations are spot on." She checks the dials and switches...everything is set according to plan. She turns and peers at the clipboard again. "Months of work...for nothing," she mutters.
A sudden crash from the next room jolts her from her grousing. She looks up, glancing at the door. An eerie quiet, save for the hum od the equipment, hangs conspicuously in the lab. The silence is broken again, this time by a low, rumbling growl. Dr Daltrey goes pale as a ghost, catching her breath, the snarling sound getting louder, "It...it did work..." she steps back, "what have I done?"
long stories shortened... (discarded and abandoned and intertwined short stories) well..actually they are chunks and fragmets and notes of stories that never made it
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a young PhD math candidate writing his dissertation on an obscure arab mathematician from the middle ages who specialized in cycles and periods in infinite series and develops a process to determine prime number density in a large number space. (which is all and good) except this makes it an excellent tool to decrypting military grade encryption, which is based on the computational difficulty of factoring large numbers into their prime components
the arab mathematician was ultimately censured by the religious mullahs for developing tools to rationalize the infinite, which is of course the nature of Allah and for man to attempt to place Allah into a human scale is blasphemy
so the arab mathematician disappears and the young phd candidate finds that his dissertation has been suspended pending review but cant get any information on who is reviewing it
finally another young mathematician approaches him and starts a long discussion on math and the nature of numbers and the mathematicians love of the underlying structure of reality that math represents. the phd candidate is leary of this mathematician cause he wont answer what he does or where he went to school or how he knows so many cutting edge fields in math
eventually, the young mathematician offers the phd candidate a position with the NSA, National Security Agency, (where all the big crypto and high math goes on) but explains that if he accepts that he will essentially disappear from his current world. his work will be classified, he will not be able to publish in academic journals or speak in public, or talk about his work to his friends on the outside, but the compensation is that he
would be able to work unfettered with the greatest math minds in the country, totally funded, free to explore any field or fancy he thought. after a few moments of thought, the phd accepts.
then the story will go back to the arab mathematician who is also approached my a young beared mullah, who offers him a position within his group of thinkers who do ponder and explore the nature of nature reality and Allah through mathematics, but that by joining them he would need to disappear from the world, after a few minutes of thought, he too accepts...
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Daniel sipped his 6th coffee (colloidal suspension for caffeine transport) while his batch jobs on ramanet, the Indian supergrid, finished their checksum verification. His chin, a bit stubbly, itched. His eyes, a bit red, were sore. The goa trance shoutcast feed had mushed into a fast cadence drone. The flat screen monitor warped and bulged with the oscillating fan blowing on Daniel's face
'O' glamorous larval life of a PhD student...' he jotted and doodle-circled on his notepad.
Daniel cracked his neck and jutted his jaw, stretching out the accumulation of kinks, as RamaNet finished the final integrity check on his dataset. this two hour round of processing on the Indian supergrid would cost about $130 out of his precious grant fund, but you couldnt beat the bargain. 120 minutes times 150,000 PCs in the RamaNet processing collective = 1,080,000,000 seconds or 18,000,000 minutes or 300,000 hours or 12500 days or 34.25 years of processing time for the price of a video game. Calculation was commoditized now. You uploaded your pre-fromatted dataset to RamaNet. the data was packeted and sent to out to 150,000 Indians who lent a few percents of never-to-be missed CPU cycles off their systems for background processing. when their alotted package was completed it was sent back to RamaNet for re-assembly into something coherent for the buyer. in return the Indians got a rebate on their net access charges or access to premier bollywood galleries or credit towards their own processing charges. a good deal all the way around. Daniel's dataset, an anthology of complex proofs from a long-dead arab mathematician, was queued with amateur weather forecast modeling, home-brewed digital CGI for indie movies, chaos theory-based currency trading algorithms, etc. the really high end, confidential jobs, like protein folding analysis or big pharm drug trials were more likely handled by the huge western collectives of several million collaborative systems, usually high-performance machines in dedicated corporate server farms. the cost there was out of Daniel's range, but you got a faster return and better promises of encryption for your buck.
Daniel scratched his scalp and flexed his fingers. 'two months from today i will be a doctor of mathematics...and no job. damnit. i need to find something fast.' Daniel calculated in his mind how quickly the student loans repayments would kick in and completely wipe him out. RamaNet would have done it in nanoseconds, ha! he laughed to himself. Daniel had avoided the rounds of job interviews and recommendations that passed his way. he was too absorbed in his research to look ahead, and perhaps a bit intimidated by the idea of the job hunt flea market. flexing his CV, getting a monkey suit, trying to explain his research to recruiters, who were often the same finger-counting business majors in college that made his skin crawl. Daniel always felt a bit embarrassed when he announced he was math PhD candidate. folks would immediately glaze over,
tsk tsk out a 'that's interesting', and swiftly change the subject. something will come up, he mantra'd to himself over and over, something will come up. stick with ali, there is something real in there, just a bit deeper. the real problem was his thesis advisor. dr. fuentes was not returning his calls, his secretary was not taking appointments from Daniel. he had submitted his finished draft of his thesis two weeks ago, but hadnt heard back since, except for a cryptic email saying that the review committee was having some issues with his paper and that Daniel would be hearing from him shortly. Daniel was rerunning his calculations on RamaNet to assuage the gnawing doubt that he completely botched some component of his argument and that the review committee was debating some manner of telling him to redo the entire effort. no PhD and no job. that would ice the cake. Daniel started calculating his body mass and general aerodynamic resistance relative to the height of the school cathedral to figure out if he had time to reach a terminal velocity before impact...only a failed math PhD would attempt to determine at what speed his body would smack concrete, he morbidly thought to himself.
ali ja'far muhammed ibn abdullah al-farisi slipped meditatively on his cup of water, thinking about his proof. he dipped a finger in the cup and held up a droplet of water under his fingertip, watching the sunlight prisimatically splay out on the mouth of the cup. 'praise be Allah and his wonderous bounty' he mumured to himself.
the elders had been in conference all day over his proof. though the heavy doors to their chamber were closed, he would occasionally hear muffled but distinctly angry shouts. ali sat on a divan in the anteroom, served numerous cups of tea by an obviously nervous secretary. ali knew there was deep resistance to his research, but for the life of him he couldnt figure out why. he was a simple mathematician. he came up with some unique observations. he wanted to share them with his peers...
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Overview: biotech researcher discovers a new life-extension technology and is murdered. He is cryogenically frozen for 150 years. When he is
revived he must stop a dark corporate conspiracy – and find his murderer.
Summer 2015 - Hot genius free-lance biotech researcher unravels the key component of a radical life-extension gene therapy that will ensure 300 years of robust life to its recipients. The researcher is murdered shortly after he hides the critical component. His distraught friend has him cryogenically frozen. 150 years later, the researcher is revived by the same major bio-med corporation for which he had originally been working.
Quickly he realizes that their motives are less than altruistic: his modification of the gene therapy is needed to resolve an unforeseen debilitation now creeping up in the recipients of the life-extension process. The recipients, now nearing 125 years off added life, are decompensating into psychotics. The researcher at first tries to remember and reconstruct what he did with the hidden critical component, but stops in disgust when he learns that in the past 150 years the life-extension therapy has been reserved solely for the ultra-affluent and has created an extreme and cruel global gerontocratic elite. He voices his disgust to his corporate minders, who cease being beneficent and show their true colors as trying to gain control of this critical technology in order to control the elites.
In the process of dealing with the corporation, he learns about his murder and begins investigating.As he comes closer to the identity of his murderer, he uncovers a wider conspiracy and is the target of more murder attempts.
He was killed by a friend in 2015. The friend was the CEO of a small bio-gen firm that the researcher was doing the LET work for. The CEO, a biz-head with a genetics academic background, took the researcher’s work and exploited it as his own, in the process growing his small firm into a bio-med powerhouse and him into one of the world’s wealthiest individuals.
The CEO also was the first recipient of the LET and is now 190 years old, but doesn’t look a day over 45. Smart, urbane, ruthless, the CEO used his wealth and position to start the cabal of Ultras. It is a faction of the top 50 smartest and wealthiest people in the world who have ‘ascended from the world’ (faked their demise) and control the global economy with their vast coordinated wealth. Perhaps they will call themselves ‘The Ascended’. We need to decide how the cabal lives. Are they sequestered on a luxurious island compound, or do they live in the open, surgically re-sculpted after each faked death, or do they live in the open.
Also we need to figure out what the world will look and feel like in 150 years.
As the ultras decompensate into psychosis, the CEO orders the researcher to be revived in order to find a cure. The CEO had the researcher’s lab notes decrypted and figured that the he was close if not successful in finding the missing component to stabilize the LET.
Tiberius Syndrome: the decline into cruel psychosis experienced by the ultras, named after the roman emperor Tiberius’ degenerate behavior after he sequestered himself on Capri.
The ironic twist might be that there is no cure, no stabilization. The psychosis is not the result of the LET alone, but also due in part to the unfettered ego/wills of the ultras. Absolute power corrupts…
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a brazilian hacking syndicate was subcontracted by a st petersberg crew to run interference on a hit on SWIFT, the global currency clearinghouse notification network. The UniFavela clan was going to run a multi-flank raid. They specialized in fast propagating virii and had created a custom mail-in virus that exploited a few microsoft vulnerabilities that they had discovered and kept mum. Their target was a Latin American PR spokesman listed on the corporate web site for press queries. The PR flak would be just the sleepy guard on the wall for their virus to slip past. 30 minutes after opening an inocuous spoofed email from a French e-trade publication requesting clarification on the SWIFT-Indentrus partnership. the virus would port scan and map its entire site LAN, salmoning its way up the router paths till it found the deep waters of the main corporate campus network in Brussels. Shortly, the internal LAN at Brussels would be suffering switch and router buffer overflows and traffic would gasp, ack, and sputter. UniFavela would then towel whip out a vanilla DDOS on the main company web site, any INTERNIC-registered addresses, and any other system in the IP block reserved for SWIFT that had previously port scanned as interesting, or ,even, as nothing. Mongols charging the village gates and tossing flaming torches on thatched roofs. IT Operations would be running to and fro, trying to figure out the internal bandwidth crunch and if there was a bleedout causing the external net problems.
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The Post-Human Story of Minos:
the CEO of a powerful commercial combine is bore an illegitimate son by his indiscreet wife in retaliation for his own dalliances. the son has a hideous deformity but is fantastically brilliant - brilliant enough for the father overcome his own repulsion of the child - as a bastard and a freak. the father sequesters the child in an elaborate virtual domain. the child, a hacker savant, is used to breach competitor nets. but as his power in the digital realm expands, the child transforms into the tyrant-monster. using the nets, he lashes out at people who have caused him pain, then evolves into enjoying the taste of terror and fear. He becomes the Minotaur.
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'there was a mad scramble amongst all the big spook governments, dark side corporations, and the privacy maccabees once it was determined that quantum computation had left the tidal pool of academia, grown legs and air-breathing lungs, and was headed for the nat sec intel highlands. all previous encryption models were rendered obsolete, and worse, exposed. QC became an undefiable xray spotlight, laying bare any encrypted secret with a ease of opening a mathematical candy wrapper. And for a while it swung the advantage back to the state in the digital Boer War against the freecon partisans.'
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The Oort, to the Intras, looked as one people. Extra-stellar hillbillies, ekeing out a subsistance existence on extracted organics from the frozen crud comets and other planetesimals of the Oort Cloud that slung around the solar system in a 1K AU circuit. To the Oort there was no Oort. Each station, each kampong was distinct and seperate. Seperate dialects, traditions, norms, goals. Some were scientific collectives, some were tired mining operations, some were intense sectarian cults - they shared little between themselves beyond necessary trade links for scarce commodities.
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A young prince is disgraced in an internal court scandal and sent into a quasi-exile on a worthless mission. On his travels he builds the wisdom and learns the skills necessary to be a just and effective leader.
His exile was a gambit by his patriarch to remove Genji from the arena of pointless court intrigues and develop him as a real leader. The patriarch dispatched a team of loyal praetorians to discreetly follow and protect Genji on his odyssey.
Genji was sent as an emissary to the Oort system. He must pass through the Martian-Saturnine corridor, populated with industrial trading guilds and their private militias.
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Genealogy becomes paramount in a closed culture; hierarchy by heredity. Reference the roman patrician class’ death-grip obsession with lineage, or the medieval Japanese imperial court’s strict intra-elite caste system.
But in an era of extreme genetic engineering, how can bloodlines retain their importance? Perhaps this is the wrong question. Perhaps in an era of extreme genetic engineering, authentic bloodlines can only retain their importance. The longevity of an unchanged gene line demonstrates success in evolutionary competition. Over time however, the fitness of a rigidly enforced and ‘sequestered’ gene line will degrade. Consider the hemophilia of the European royal strata.
I would not want the imperial court of the inner system to be pure blue bloods, eschewing genetic manipulation. Rather I would have them take the opposite tack – and embrace genetic engineering in the pursuit of perfecting particular socially valued or distinctive attributes; a roman nose, elongated refined fingers, even the possession of certain ‘noble’ afflictions (for ex., the aforementioned hemophilia as a sign of noble lineage).
The elites should pursue genealogy with the same passion and gusto as horse breeders; studs and mares and percentages of bloodlines, enforced and suppressed gene expressions, surrogates, and gene modes des saisons.
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a bum finds a the wallet and keys of a man who jumped from a bridge
he goes to his townhouse to find something to eat or steal
is impressed and overwhelmed with the man's townhouse
showers, eats, gets cleaned up, finds some clothes
is ready to leave when he helps a woman wrestling with groceries at her door
she thanks him, but looks stunned.
‘are you the man in #560? umm..i have lived here for 3 years and have never actually seen you. you seem to leave so early in the morning and get
home so late and keep to yourself.’
they spend 30 minutes talking, having a generally warm friendly encounter.
‘well, I am so glad to have finally met you. Hope to see you soon.’ As she closes her door, the bum turns to leave but pauses and thinks for a moment, then goes back into the man's townhouse
he pours through the man's papers and keepsakes and learns that the man has no family that he speaks with, no friends, lives off a well-endowed trust fund
and
the bum moves in and takes over the mans identity
he brings warmth and sincerity to the man's identity
what makes a hermit tick? what lengths do they go to to remove themselves from society? does it become a game to avoid contact, trying to become a shadow, a phantom? does society dissolve away as a mental force in their thoughts, atrophy away or does it become an amputated impression?
what divsion line stands between a hermit and convict in solitary? the hermit, by and large, chooses their isolation, the convict has it enforced upon them. at what point does the human need for society or socialization collapse? is there anything left that we can inspect and evaluate? a hermit, however, is able to maintain walls against the Great Other, which would imply that they are seeking refuge from the world. a schizo or an autistic will be physically surrounded by others but unable or incapable of making contact.
when does the will to contact die? what is left over? do humans require contact to retain our humanity? can you love and sacrifice in a vacuum?
what defines humanity? oooh, a big question...
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genetic engineering will continue to deconstruct the human species
there will be catastrophic disasters: gene sequence specific viruses engineered to attack 'types' of people. Der Genkampf
petroleum will be replaced- hydrogen-powered locomotion and green power (in the wealthy states). the poor states will continue to be held hostage to oil politics
(cultures and civilizations do not move forward uneringly. they spasticly jerk forward and fro, in clumps andgrains, never ever as a lemming death drive.)
developed economies will be netized. a new state structure will be needed to manage and dsitribute resources. the corporate structure, the commercial backbone of the capitalist democracy, will replace the republic. it is flexible to markets and political forces, insistent on accountability, it provides a sufficient compromise between individual representation and republican government. they will begin their political evolution as projects in community development. assurances of an educated workforce by charter education. assurances of uninterrupted utilities by running their own power/water etc. net-based marketplaces create corporate agoras. employees are in fact de facto citizens of the corporation. citizenship, or regular employment, will be a reward for merit, stock shares will count towards suffrage.
great corporate collectives will arise. housing, education, security...all the needs of the middle class will be absorbed in the corporate state. the tradtional state will cede roles and responsibilities to the corporate state as their resources dwindle. a few isolated violent reactions (military or legal)by the republics against the corporate states, but they will fail over time. against, or more so, in conjunction with the homogenized corporatsists wil be the diasporae, non-corporates will glom to other modes of networked alignment, ethnic allegiance will become stronger over time - as the chinese, indian, and jewish disporaestrengthen as a formula for a successful competition against/with the corporates.
the american state, succored by its overwhelming techo-military supremancy, loses its mission, its vision - substitutes will to dominate for will to excel - and falls into the deep narcotic, insulated slumber of the unassailable. GE, nano, and the banknote net weaken the mythic cohesion of the american spirit. we are no longer united by common experience (mass-mediated or otherwise) the promise of science to make us stronger, smarter, near immortal is held like a manifest destiny or a divine IOU for services rendered to humanity.
The Jantar Mantar monument in Jaipur, features masonry, stone and brass instruments that were built using astronomy and instrument design principles of ancient Hindu Sanskrit texts. This Ram Yantra can measure the local co-ordinates of altitude and azimuth of a celestial object. The angular height of an object, from the horizon is the altitude. The azimuth is the relative angular position of the object measured eastwards, starting from the direction North. The complementary units are so designed that the shadow of the gnomon falls on a sector of one of the instruments if it falls in the gap for the other instrument. When the shadow falls at the top of the wall of instrument, the altitude of the Sun is zero. When the shadow is at the junction between the wall and the floor, the altitude of the Sun is 45 degrees. Altitude between 45 to 90 degrees can be read in a radial direction on the floor of the instrument. The circular ring (horizontal circle) near the roof of the instrument has 360 degrees scale for the azimuth, along the circumference. Each degree division is further divided into minute divisions and the smallest division is one fifth of a degree.
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1,708 metres or more than a mile long, Victoria Falls is one of the world’s biggest waterfalls – while some waterfalls are much higher and some much longer, Victoria Falls enormous length combined with its 108 metre height in the world's largest sheet of falling water. More than a kilotonne of water pours over the top every second, generating so much spray that the area immediately around the Falls has its own distinct microclimate in this otherwise arid region. The Falls divide Zambia from Zimbabwe.
Also in shot is the graceful Victoria Falls Bridge, built in 1905. The bridge was the brainchild of Cecil Rhodes, part of his grand and unfulfilled Cape to Cairo railway scheme, even though he never visited the falls and died before construction of the bridge began. Rhodes is recorded as instructing the engineers to "build the bridge across the Zambezi where the trains, as they pass, will catch the spray of the Falls". It was designed by George Andrew Hobson of consultants Sir Douglas Fox and Partners, assisted by the stress calculations of Ralph Freeman, who was later the principal designer of the Sydney Harbour Bridge. The main central arch is a parabolic curve. The bridge was prefabricated in England by the Cleveland Bridge & Engineering Company,[3] before being shipped to the port city of Beira in Portuguese-ruled Mozambique, and then transported on the newly constructed railway to the Victoria Falls. It took just 14 months to construct and was completed in 1905. (This paragraph contains text from the English Wikipedia.)
This was taken from the first, and so far only, helicopter flight I have ever taken.
Zimbabwe is in the foreground of this shot, Zambia to the rear.
I sometimes get a little nervous trying to take bus pictures on roundabouts, as it requires quite a mathematical calculation as to when we take the shot.
Not quite so nowadays though, as the ‘continuous shooting’ mode lets us take oh up to twenty shots, and more, in seconds. So, by starting to take them as the bus moves around the circular rotation we are likely to get a few that work.
Volvo BZL electric, number 719 (SF74 YOP) spins around here at quite a fast pace and I was keeping an eye on that screen to make sure it didn’t play up. Another one ticked off!
As my backyard faces south, all i need to do is to place my phone on tripod, set on "star trails" setting for 1-2 hours at least.
The bold arcs on the right of the images were formed by the Southern Cross constellation which has guided generations of explorers in the southern oceans at night.
Nerdy Facts: I can work out the exact degrees of the arc by simple calculation of the length of exposure. It was 6398 seconds or about 1.777Hours. Divide this by 24 hour gives me a factor of 0.074 of 360 degrees. Which is 26.65 degrees precisely.
My first excursion into the realm beyond 1:1 ratio (if the calculation's right: 2.44:1). The Komine 90mm 1:1 macro combined with the Raynox DCR-250. Finally got to the point, that I can use the combo and get acceptable results, at least occasionally... Now I need to identify the plant.
This one's licking her lips and weighing me up for tea. She was pretty much chilled out, laid back, ignoring us until I decided I needed to break the line of the vehicle to get this shot. Suddenly she was all stealth and calculation - respect to her, but not as scary as when I did this near the elephant - but that's another story.
Frohe Weihnachten - Merry Christmas 💫
I wish those who do not celebrate Christmas also a peaceful and thoughtful time!
Finally: The fall is falllen :-)
Autumn is over!
According to astronomical calculations, winter begins on December 22, 2019. It is initiated by the winter solstice. At this point the sun is at its lowest point for the northern hemisphere. This is also the shortest day of the year - the day on which the sun is above the horizon for a few hours.
That means: From now on the days are getting longer!
In central Europe, there is only a maximum of eight hours of sun at the winter solstice.
Done with a russian monocle 50 mm
a soft focus lens for Pictorialists :-)
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Mono Lake, California
I had a totally other idea with the full moon planned, but my calculations were off. This was a serendipitous, but satisfying, alternative.
A number of people have asked about Star's age which got me to thinking as to whether there is a age conversion factor for cats as there has always traditionally been for dogs. The answer: of course there is. It varies somewhat depending on the source, but generally speaking, the first year of a cat's life is equivalent to 15 human years and the second year adds another 10 or so. After that, every year is about 4 in human years. I was going to suggest that a cat thus reaches equivalent maturity at about a year and a half but forgot that human maturity is now (with luck) reached at about 43.
In any event, since Star is a rescue cat, I'm not sure of her actual birthdate but she was still a kitten when I moved here eight years ago in July. So she is close to 8, thus by the above calculations closing in on 50. Still very much the kitten in most ways, like many older folks, she is less inclined to venture out during the winter as she once did...a "snow bird" I'm sure if she could be...though she would find the designation quite distasteful no doubt.
Lost Civilization
My Interplanetary Memories
Interplanetary Travel
While carrying out scientific studies on the planets I visit, I also make plans for my next space travel. I'm doing my planetary observations. And I calculate the fitness of these planets for life. As a result of my calculations and research, I find the planet I will visit next. Thus, I have a certain goal when I travel in outer space. But sometimes there are deviations from these targets. A planet that I missed can cause me to deviate from my course. Despite all these technological devices, I am very excited to visit these almost invisible planets. The possibility of finding life on these planets where the unknown is at its highest impresses me tremendously. In general, when I give a name to the planets I have discovered, I name these invisible planets with a letter. However, I have not encountered a civilization so far. I have found the remains of civilizations that once lived on some planets. These were habitats left over from ancient civilizations. I am working to find these lost civilizations. They seemed to have disappeared in an instant. I named this civilization that left the planet on which they lived, the "Plutonian Civilization". And finding this lost civilization became my new goal. Only settlements and some farmland remained from the lost Plutonian Civilization. I started looking for reasons to leave the planet. I have done various scientific researches and experiments. But I couldn't find a single reason for them to leave the planet. I haven't been able to reach a drought, bio-pollution, war or any other negative result. Everything seemed normal on the planet. I did not encounter anything abnormal except that it was too quiet. This surprised me quite a bit. Why had the lost Plutonian civilization disappeared? Why did they leave their planet? In order to find answers to all these questions, I needed to find the lost civilization.
I was less likely to return to Earth. This interplanetary travel that I had been on had reached a different dimension. I found myself in an event that is very difficult to return. I had achieved my goal of finding planets suitable for life. Now I had a new goal. Finding the lost civilization.
Camera: Canon EOS Kiss X7i
Photograph by Yusuf Alioglu
Location: Outer space (space)
Paros, Cyclades Islands, Greece
It was so easy to get lost in Paros.
We used to face Greek alphabet only in math calculation or physics formulas, not on road signs. No main roads and no online maps. But is this a problem? Filled our backpacks, rent a small car, got a free map somewhere and...
It was so beautiful to get lost in Paros.
If you know the future of computing, you must have heard about photonics. If you know about electronics you know it requires the movement of electrons. With today's transistors approaching the size of an atom there is a problem. Electrons flowing through these tiny transistors can randomly disappear, messing up a chip’s calculation.
Some quantum physics or magic to me and you.
But here comes the future. Photonics, which requires the movement of photons for calculations. Welcome to silicon photonics, where photons rather than electron will be used to transfer data,
Photo- photons capture in sun swept Camp de Mar where you only minutes away from nature’s beauty.
I usually try to line up the moon and Wisconsin's capitol from across Lake Mendota or Monona but a few weeks ago I decided to change it up a bit. I walked to the top of a parking garage near State St and hoped that my calculations for alignment would pan out. They did and I couldn't be happier. The hardest part was finding a proper exposure to balance out the light of the rapidly brightening moon and the dome of the capitol. I've found that the best time to shoot is just after sunset when there is still an ambient glow from the setting sun, helping to balance the two subjects.
l teatro dell'Opera di Sydney costituisce una delle più significative architetture realizzate nel XX secolo e tale da rappresentare quasi un'icona non solo per la città di Sydney, in cui sorge, quanto per l'Australia stessa.
Il progetto è dell'architetto danese Jørn Utzon, affiancato per i calcoli strutturali dalla società di ingegneria londinese Arup.
The Sydney Opera House is one of the most significant pieces of architecture created in the 20th century and represents almost an icon not only for the city of Sydney, in which it is located, but also for Australia itself.
The project is by the Danish architect Jørn Utzon, supported for the structural calculations by the London engineering company Arup.
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The Palace hotel in Madrid was inaugurated in 1912 with a production cost of 15 million pesetas, which after an approximate calculation of inflation in the last 110 years, the current value would be approximately 60 million euros.
At the time it was the largest hotel in Europe. It currently belongs to the Marriott group.
The dome in the photo belongs to a space called the "Winter Garden", which is accessed directly from the lobby.
It is one of the spaces with the greatest personality and representativeness within the public spaces of the hotel.
This circular space is located right in the center of the floor, inside and is in "art nouveau" style.
It is covered with a dome of stained glass windows supported by double columns.
The open space is maintained due to iron arches that support it.
This space has natural lighting during the day due to being inserted at the bottom of an interior patio.
The lounges and restaurants are located around this space.
During the Spanish civil war of 1936-1939 the hotel was expropriated by the government of the Republic of Spain.
Initially it became the official headquarters of the Soviet Union Embassy and later became "Blood Hospital".
The dome room was used as an operating room to care for the wounded in the fighting, given its natural lighting.
There the anarchist leader Buenaventura Durruti, who died of his wounds on November 20, 1936, while defending Madrid from the attacks of General Franco's army. (Source Wikipedia)
Photo taken with a Nikon Z 7 II camera with a 7Artisans 10mm F2.8 FishEye lens attached for full frame cameras with Z mount. It has 178º coverage, and has no connection pins with the camera, therefore part of the information from metadata is either wrong or it's missing.
“JARDÍN DE INVIERNO”, HOTEL PALACE, MADRID, 2023
El hotel Palace de Madrid fue inaugurado en 1912 con un coste de producción de 15 millones de pesetas, que tras un cálculo aproximado de la inflacción en los últimos 110 años, el valor actual sería aproximadamente de 60 millones de euros.
En su momento fue el hotel más grande de Europa. Actualmente pertenece al grupo Marriott.
La cúpula de la foto pertenece a un espacio denominado "Jardín de Invierno", al que se accede directamente desde el lobby.
Es uno de los espacios de mayor personalidad y representatividad dentro de los espacios públicos del hotel.
Este espacio de planta circular se encuentra ubicado justo en el centro de la planta, en su interior y es de estilo "art nouveau".
Se encuentra cubierto con una cúpula de vidrieras de colores sostenidas por columnas dobles.
El espacio diáfano se mantiene debido a unos arcos de hierro que la soportan.
Este espacio posee una iluminación natural por el día debido a estar inserta en el fondo de un patio interior.
En torno a este espacio se ubican perimetrálmente los salones y restaurantes.
Durante la guerra civil española de 1936-1939 el hotel fue expropiado por el gobierno de la república.
Inicialmente se convirtió en la sede oficial de la Embajada de la Unión Soviética y posteriormente se convirtió en "Hospital de Sangre".
La sala de la cúpula fue usada como quirófano para atender a los heridos en los combates, dada su iluminación natural.
Allí falleció el 20 nov 1936, a causa de sus heridas, el dirigente anarquista Buenaventura Durruti, mientras defendía Madrid de los ataques del ejército del general Franco. (Fuente Wikipedia).
Foto tomada con una cámara Nikon Z 7 II con una lente ojo de pez 7Artisans 10 mm F2.8 instalada para cámaras de fotograma completo con montura Z. Tiene una cobertura de 178º y no tiene pines de conexión con la cámara, por lo que parte de la información de los metadatos o es errónea o no aparece.
Today we went to San Francisco, first for sunset near the Golden Gate bridge, then for the moonrise. We positioned ourselves so that the moon would rise above Alcatraz Island. Our calculation was spot on.
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After a not so fantastic sunrise, I thought I'd wait to see what the sunset had to offer. So I climbed high on the bluffs of Lake Superior to get a nice vantage point of where the sun would be setting.
I set up my tripod and noticed how fast the clouds were moving so thought it was a perfect time to use my 9 stop ND filter.
For those unfamiliar with neutral density filters, they reduce the amount of light coming into your camera allowing you to get long exposures during the day.
There are calculations you can use to determine how long to keep your shutter open for correct exposure, or apps for your phone but I usually just take multiple shots at different times and determine which is best during post processing.
One important tip when using filters which block out 9 or 10 stops of light is make sure you compose and focus prior to putting on your filter or you won't see a thing through your viewfinder.
Benefits of using these filters are to create stretchy clouds, smoothing out moving water, or getting the silky look in waterfalls.
You might be thinking, where is the snow in northern Minnesota in February. Yeah, that's a good question.
KCS in the snow. How about that -
After I picked up Gianni, we started our usual information gathering to make a plan for our drive out. With him handling the social connections and me doing mental calculations using various guides, we can usually come up with a solid plan for the day. Based off the conditions I mentioned in my previous post, the situation was much less promising than it usually is. We quickly got word there was a broken rail on the Portland Sub east of The Dalles with two trains holding to the east, and at the time, no trains moving east. Turning our attention to the Fallbridge, there was a VAWPAS that had recently left from Vancouver and an INBROO (which is the one we ended up shooting) dead at Vancouver, which was crewed shortly thereafter. A look at afternoon activities at Hinkle yielded similarly bleak results, with a soda ash that had recently arrived (crew wasn’t expected for a few hours) and an IG4SE, expected to leave around noon, cutting it close to be shot anywhere on the subdivision. Further information told us that said IG4SE had a 5700 series unit on it, which my notes told me was not yet a rebuild. At that point, we accepted that if the broken rail was fixed and those trains started moving soon, a single photo on the Fallbridge for the day would be worth it anyway, and we began brainstorming our plan. Thankfully our lucked changed.
An update revealed that a train had appeared, or perhaps was missed the first time, on the Portland Sub. Just as we were getting onto I-84 in downtown Portland, it was passing through Cascade Locks, roughly 35 miles ahead of us. 84, being in much better shape than we imagined, made it possible to track that train down. We caught the DPUs at the east end of the yard in The Dalles and just made it to the curve at Celilo. After running back to shoot INBROO at Dougs Beach, we decided our best option was to once again head east. With no trains coming out of Pasco and a troubled trash train struggling to do much of anything at Roosevelt, we put all our faith in UP to deliver, and they did.
Assuming it would be a couple of hours at the minimum, we went to hang out at our favorite overlook at Quinton. We were only there for about an hour when I got out of the car to make a phone call, and upon inspection, I could clearly see the signal was red. We both quickly looked for anything that had an ability to zoom and starting searching through the shadows, confirming that there was a train with something yellow on it. Brilliant. In yet another short story for another time, we shot it coming off the John Day River Bridge and chased it to Celilo, where we planned to confirm its passing before heading for The Dalles Dam, a move I learned a long time ago. For context, if you pass the exit at Celilo, you must drive 8 miles to the next exit to turn around. This move is only relevant this time because the train never came. A call over the radio indicated the detector caught something, a 5 inch flat spot 7 cars back. After confirming with Dispatch, they were going to take off slowly before setting out in The Dalles, so we set up here at Celilo (the image you see) to get another photo. Moments after, we hear a “see ya!” over the radio, and I turned to Gianni to jokingly say “watch, another train probably just went around them.” Just then, the crossing guards activate, we both look at each other confused, and a few seconds later, a big, red box materializes as it emerges from under 84. Both of these trains didn’t exist anywhere only a few hours earlier, and yet, here we are. Now that I think about it, that was just a really long winded way of saying we got lucky, but everyone likes a good story. Whether or not this was a good story is up to you to decide.