epidermal e-system
t.coGran avance en la bio-ingeniería, que acerca un poco mas la compatibilidad entre lo electrónico y lo biológico: sistemas electrónicos cutáneos (o como lo llamam sus creadores: Epidermal Electronic System - EES).
Es interesante pensar en las posibles aplicaciones para comunicaciones, monitoreo, interfaces, gadgets, etc…
Electronic circuits that are integrated into your skin
A team of engineers today announced a discovery that could change the world of electronics forever. Called an “epidermal electronic system” (EES), it’s basically an electronic circuit mounted on your skin, designed to stretch, flex, and twist - and to take input from the movements of your body. EES is a leap forward for wearable technologies, and has potential applications ranging from medical diagnostics to video game control and accelerated wound-healing. Engineers John Rogers and Todd Coleman, who worked on the discovery, tell io9 it’s a huge step towards erasing the divide that separates machine and human…
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Seven Year Itch ;
I was wondering what the little sore marks were doing on wrists , in between my fingers and overall my whole hands were . Plus the constant itch that kept me from my beauty rest at night . Scabies were a possibility , a couple weeks prior ; but I totally pushed away that idea . Just the idea of having microscopic mites burrow into the epidermal , laying it`s eggs and hatching after 21 days . *_* Overall though , we have come to conclude that it was indeed scabies . We went to the pharmacy , asked the pharmacist for anything that would help with scabies , and we were passed “Nix” 5% Pemetherin dermal cream . Directions were for us to apply it EVERYWHERE , and leave it on for 12-14 hours , then rinse off . We were in quarantine mode for basically the whole day . It wasn`t pleasant , having to feel slimy all over , but after the 6 hour mark , it wasn`t oh so bad . I spend the rest of the day missing my dear .
I applied the cream at 3pm , while George applies his at 12 . Meaning he was able to wash up at 12am ; and I was to wash off at 3am -_-’ But I cheated , and slept through it , washing it off when I woke up . In hopes of the cream to work it`s magic , we both complained on how we had new sores appearing . But a couple days has passed , and I`m not scratching at all ! This is great news to me , but in a couple days time , we might re-apply the cream to fight off the new mites , that perhaps might have hatched .
I still was able to sleep in the warmth and comfort of my own bed , where clothes , see my family , friends and go to school as I would normally do . Just not make any physical contact to nobody , in any shape , way or form .
Seven year itch ! I say goodbye to thee .
Epidermal
“My sweetest little conniption fit
foaming at the mouth with love
(With love.)
Heard your prayers in the radio again
sobbing in between all that binary code.
(Binary Code.)
I keep my ears glued to your waves
though the rhythms grind my teeth to dust.
It must be the patterns I hunger for.
Survival instincts are kicking in.
Tunnel vision opens wide.
Tunnel vision opens wide.
do do do do.
In a fragile state of mind you get me
if you look right through youll see im empty
a product of gods design we might be
so grab my hand and decend with me
Im a headcase stuck in outer space
a pessimistic faith in the human race but i know you dont
i know you wont understand..
I fuck everything I kill
I kill everything I fuck
Gimme
Gimme
Gimme
Give it all.
Gimme
Gimme
Gimme
Give it up.
Just make this noise in my head go away.
Pull the bow with the arrow
and watch the crowd spread out
See the vultures propose
their undying woes
to the desert and her corpse
Watch the canyons climax
on the back of his hand
and the space between the rot.
There’s nothing left to save.
There’s nothing left to save.
No one tells me how to raise my
No one tells me how to raise my
No one tells me how to raise my inner child.”
Epidermal Macabre
Indelicate is he who loathes
The aspect of his fleshy clothes, —
The flying fabric stitched on bone,
The vesture of the skeleton,
The garment neither fur nor hair,
The cloak of evil and despair,
The veil long violated by
Caresses of the hand and eye.
Yet such is my unseemliness:
I hate my epidermal dress,
The savage blood’s obscenity,
The rags of my anatomy,
And willingly would I dispense
With false accouterments of sense,
To sleep immodestly, a most
Incarnadine and carnal ghost.
By Theodore Roethke
