You see, wire telegraph is a kind of a very, very long cat. You pull his tail in New York and his head is meowing in Los Angeles. Do you understand this? And radio operates exactly the same way: you send signals here, they receive them there. The only difference is that there is no cat.Albert Freakin' Einstein
I guess I missed the news. Surely there’s been a spate of headlines about the discovery of a cure for cancer? For Autism? Alzheimer’s? For male pattern baldness?
The Unseen Sea from Simon Christen on Vimeo.
“If we have learned one thing from the history of invention and discovery, it is that, in the long run — and often in the short one — the most daring prophecies seem laughably conservative.”
— Arthur C. Clarke, The Exploration of Space, 1951
This dripper does what your typical plastic or ceramic pour-over cone should do — namely, hold a #2 cone paper filter while you brew coffee with it — but this one collapses into a disk about an inch deep when you’re not using it to brew your precious, needful cup.
Nuit Blanche from Spy Films on Vimeo.
This isn’t the first time that SciFi has been used as the basis for prior art in a patent suit. But this one overlooks so much it’s embarrassing.
…lovely, very intense, salted caramel sort of fragrance that I used to associate with great Indonesian lots years ago before they all started to taste like mulch and wood moss.
“I’ve always liked the idea of a special Hugo to be awarded (by force, perhaps) to literary authors who write books dripping with themes filleted from mainstream SF and then deny that it’s science fiction ‘because it’s not about robots and spaceships’.”
— Terry Pratchett
Coffee has been a frequent subject of scrutiny by the medical community… perhaps because it’s so widely consumed, yet offers no apparent nutritive value. Or, maybe doctors are just looking for a really good cup of coffee.
I’ve become obsessive over writers’ spaces, those places where authors throw wide the doors of their imagination, spread the contents of their minds out over note cards, handwritten pages, yellowed photos and found objects pinned to the walls…
To those of you who have disparaged Kansas, my twice-upon-a-time home, as being “flat as a pancake,” it turns out you were underselling your claim… Kansas is flatter than a pancake.