Every action is a movement of energy.
The wave on the ocean is not
The movement of water.
It is the movement of
Energy through the water,
The movement of
The Animator through the inanimate.
To see this clearly is to
Understand the workings of the universe.
When there is understanding of
The workings of the universe,
There can be no
Resistance or opposition.
When there is no
Resistance or opposition.
All that remains is peace.
—  The Lost Writings of Wu Hsin

The year is 2029, and mechanically augmented humans have now been deemed outcasts, living a life of complete and total segregation from the rest of society. Now an experienced covert operative, Adam Jensen is forced to operate in a world that has grown to despise his kind. Armed with a new arsenal of state-of-the-art weapons and augmentations, he must choose the right approach, along with who to trust, in order to unravel a vast worldwide conspiracy…

British artist Tim Lewis’ Pony has an ostrich-like anatomy constructed from three mechanical arms, as athletically human as they are programmatically robotic. Like Jetsam, Pony appears as less animated object, more independent entity, moving across the floor towing an empty carriage, the ‘ostrich’ is autonomous rather than interactive. Born of mechanics in the same way that genetics engineers use science, Pony is a sculptural creature that is full of wonder with a creepy prehistoric robot feel. (source)


Diego Rivera and Frida Kahlo in Detroit (March 15 - July 12, 2015)

Human BODY  vs. Capitalist Industry

How the automation of industry (to an extent, monotonous) brought forth the extremities of the human body (its fragility in nature, its strength in labor, its insignificant individual size in a mass scale production, its unique being in an assembly line, its behavior and attitude in a standardized culture).

Diego’s preparatory drawings and consequent murals of Detroit Industry and Frida’s portrayal of the human body, capture the above so powerfully that somehow the everyday inner and outer self feels surreal. The surreal in his work becomes its shear size and massive compositions (“painter of space and multitudes”). The surreal in her work is, well, everything. The solitude of composition outside of self, her self-portraits, followed by the multitude and complex inner self-portraits, the extremities of the female body and psyche (“Never before had a woman put such agonizing poetry on canvas as Frida did.”). 

Another interesting juxtaposition is the presence of people and machines in large numbers (body as one of many, human or not) in Diego’s industry work, and Frida as the only human (or the many versions of herself in other people) in the company of non-humans (mostly indigenous and natural: animals, flowers, motifs, etc.). 

And, finally (more of general observation) the color white in both their paintings stayed with me (i.e. Flower Day painting). I thought it fascinating, also very powerful among the colorful body of work exhibited. 

anonymous asked:

Please please please say there's going to be a sequel to Birds of a Feather because I need approximately 50k more words in that universe.

Ha ha ha, you mean that I would write?  The lazy girl who saw this ask only after being rudely awoken from a “nap” so I could stuff my face full of Alfredo?  Nah, I don’t think she’s gonna do anything like that.  That fic was hard and I was very tired afterwards.  You know what?  I could probably even use a nap.

“Why Do We Love Our Game Pit Bulls?”

“Ever wonder why so many of us are drawn to and build our lives around the pit bull? There are a number of reasons why people gravitate to these animals. My list would certainly include; A) an appreciation of their physical/ athletic excellence, B) their unrivaled capacity for unconditional love of humans, and C) the pit bull’s unparalleled gameness, i.e., "the willingness to self-sacrifice in order to achieve an objective.” The latter of these, gameness, attracts fans to a degree that far exceeds what we would expect to see from a simple intellectual appreciation of a good principle at work. A good, game dog is revered on a level that can best be called “spiritual”.

Why does gameness hold such a fascination for us humans? The attraction is so powerful and so widespread, it defies logic and sense of proportion to suppose that there is not some powerful, innate, instinctive human-nature mechanism at work here. I think we must look deep within our minds to find the root of our appreciation of this behavior.

Historically, the construct defined by “gameness” has played a huge role in the survival of the human species. Take away our “willingness to self-sacrifice in order to achieve an objective" and mothers would not lose sleep to nurse their babies and fathers would not risk physical injury to defend their families from aggressors. Parents would not rouse themselves from inadequate sleep to go to work in an unpleasant job day after day without a powerful ”feel good if you do, feel bad if you don’t mechanism” in place, directing our behavior. With just a moment’s reflection it is easy to see that gameness happens all over, is played out on small and grand scales in our daily lives and gameness is essential to the survival of animal species of all kinds. Even a mouse or a bird will risk life and limb to fend off an attacker that threatens their little ones.

In early man, the basic instinct to protect and care for our children and our mates evolved and expanded as our minds developed the capacity to generalize through conceptualization. We were able to expand our sense of family to include others with whom we shared some significant characteristics. In some capacities, our tribes came to be afforded the same considerations as family, under certain circumstances. There was much tactical advantage to be gained from this tendency; 10 soldiers working collectively, in unison and with as much or more concern for each other as for themselves, could easily defeat 20 men acting as individuals. Thus those of our ancestors who were inclined to self-sacrifice for the objective of promoting the greater good were, ironically, more likely to survive and the genetic basis for their “gameness” instinct was passed along to their offspring. In this manner, the genetic basis for the gameness construct in humans has become stronger and stronger.

Some might ask, given the above view, why so many people in our world just can’t relate to the value of gameness. My guess is that while the 10 soldiers from the same tribe prevailed in battle, there were probably one or two who ran and hid when the battle kicked off. As their tribe survived, so too did they. And they reproduced. And their genes are alive today in numbers and they fear those of us who embrace and live the gameness construct.

You know that good feeling you get, that warm and fuzzy feeling in which the hairs on your arms and neck stand up and tears come into your eyes when you see an act of extreme self-sacrifice for a great cause? It could be at a good movie, an mma fight, a soccer game or anywhere heroic self-sacrifice for the greater cause is on display. That feeling is your brain releasing endorphins and other feel-good chemicals in appreciation of the scenario you have witnessed or contemplated.

This genetically-based, bio-chemically expressed, overwhelmingly good feeling is at the heart of successful social functioning. Without this genetically encoded response directive and subsequent, biochemical, feel-good reinforcement, good Samaritans wouldn’t pull people out of burning houses, or drowning children out of submersed cars.

This same instinctive connection is why we feel good when we are with our game dogs. We see our game pit bulls as perfect, living and breathing manifestations of our sacred principle. Nowhere in our daily lives do we see such an iconic, pure embodiment of the gameness construct as in our pit bulls. They have this status by definition; the standard for the breed demands gameness and any dog that falls short of the requirement of gameness likewise falls short of the name “pit bull”.

To further illustrate the power of the gameness construct within the human mind, consider how this model plays out in religion, particularly Christianity. Jesus Christ sacrificed his life for the objective of giving the possibility of eternal life to humanity.

Jesus Christ was dead game. How many millions of people have undergone life-transforming changes after contemplating his willingness to sacrifice himself in order to achieve an objective? Don’t underestimate the power of the gameness construct to attract and engage the emotions of good people! Sociopaths? Not so much!

The animal rights extremists and their media pawns have intentionally attempted to bastardize and distort the true meaning of the concept of gameness. They twist the meaning to suggest that it means aggression, or desire to attack. I am embarrassed for them at their ignorance and their unabashed desire to distort the truth. It is ironic that those among our fraternity who have the greatest instinctive appreciation of the “willingness to self-sacrifice in order to achieve an objective” construct would simultaneously be the better members of society and the bigger fans of a game dog. Never-the-less, our detractors would quickly denounce fans of gameness in the pit bull as antisocial and disturbed. A little ignorance goes a long way. A little ignorance coupled with a team of media professionals and a large budget can result in the slaughter of large numbers of the most noble animals to ever inhabit our planet. Ask Floyd Boudreaux and Pat Patrick and Ed Faron.

As fans of the incredible, game pit bull, we must bring to bear the same resolve for them that we expect from them. Like them, the best of us have a script that is indelibly written in the very core of who we are. It is prime and indivisible and immutable. It screams “I WILL NEVER GIVE UP NO MATTER WHAT THE COST”. Get in touch with your core and your script. Know that your love for your game dog comes from a very good place deep inside. Without this place, humanity might well not exist. The next time you are walking your game pit bull and someone asks “What kind of dog is that?” Respond with pride, “That’s a pit bull, the best dog known to man.”

- Tom Garner

me: 2015 is gonna be the year of extending life / reversing or stopping the ageing process

“Japanese scientists reverse ageing in human cell lines”

“Biologists discover the key mechanism that triggers human ageing”

“Scientists have identified a drug that rejuvenates ageing muscle and brain tissue”


RP with @the-walking-dino

> I felt my body go almost weightless, as I drove of a cliff. The wind whipped through my hair. For a moment everything was peaceful. Just the grumbling bike and me floating through the air. A perfect moment. And like every perfect moment it ended way too soon. The bike once again touched the ground. With a roar of the engine I was send forward onto the dry landscape. Roars from behind, both human and mechanical, reminded me that I was not alone.
> A four-wheeler came up beside me. The driver cheered at me visibly. I could barely hear, what he was saying over the rumbling machines. I couldn’t help but smile at his excitement. In our short exchange the rest of the group had managed to catch up. The vehicles drove past us with full speed. The drivers were shouting wildly, almost as if they were trying to outshout the motors. The four-wheeler followed them ahead, but I stayed back a little.
> Our small convoy was moving faster than anticipated, but it would still take us hours to reach our destination. I looked towards the horizon in front of us, but the sun was making it nearly impossible to see ahead.
> The landscape was as dry as any desert, but it lacked the sand. Instead there was large cracks in the ground. Some were as small like a hand, but others where large enough to fit an entire village. It was a difficult terrain to move through, but the alternative would be much, much worse. The Venomwoods. Just the thought of it send chills down my spine. Rough terrain was nothing compared to Blacksnakes or Climbers. Out of the corner of my eye I could see it. A long green line in the horizon. In strong contrast to the beige wasteland.
> I gassed up a little and rejoined my group. We were seven vehicles with me included. My own bike was the smallest and the biggest were a six-wheeler. We kept most our cargo in that, since it had the space for it, and the driver, Burnt, had seemed like an honorable guy. Well… As honorable as you could get in this crowd. I had come to an agreement with these guys, but I still didn’t trust them.

anonymous asked:

I know this is a really weird question but what do you think the boys smell of?

I’ve actually answered this one once before. :D

This is my theory. I figure the death smell only comes when they sleep as they are basically dead. Possibly a defense mechanism to hopefully keep humans and hunters away, otherwise being in public would be a problem. It didn’t deter the Frog brothers, but it slowed them down a little.

I’ve always imagined as a group they all smell like they’ve spent a thousand summer nights sleeping in trees with a combination of grease and engine oil from their bikes.

Individually, David would smell of cigarette smoke and leather, all very natural; earthy.

Dwayne would smell the same, without the leather; metallic, like he’s been working on his bike for nights on end, with a hint of something such as sandalwood, and whiskey on his breath.

Marko, he would smell of frankincense and myrrh. A touch of old spice and a little copper.

Paul would smell heavily of weed at all times with a hint of bubblegum or cotton candy, something sweet to mask the skunk odor and draw in the girls.

Mankind Divided// The year is 2029, and mechanically augmented humans have now been deemed outcasts, living a life of complete and total segregation from the rest of society.

i. Icarus (main theme) // Michael McCann ii. Xcom Enemy Unknown (main theme) // Michael McCann iii. Riser // Dance With the Dead iv. Apple Chamber // Jesper Kyd v. Elena’s Sound World // Sinoia Caves vi. Howl // Subheim vii. Mountains // Hans Zimmer viii. Mankind Divided // Michael McCann 

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I see nothing wrong with the human trait to desire. In fact, I consider it integral to our success mechanism. Becoming attached to what we desire is what causes the trouble. If you must have it in order to be happy, then you are denying the happiness of the here and now. - Peter McWilliams

anonymous asked:

i've just been wondering, how would you make the eye and eyelid mechanisms move without servos? like, the structure you've designed allows them to move, but how would you control it/make it move without having to touch the mask?

So, I do have this tutorial up, but the result is fairly crude.  It’s a lot harder to build purely mechanical animation systems– in fact the reason people use servos and microcontrollers in the first place is to make things simpler.

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