“These wonderfully symmetrical plants show the fractal nature of math, physics and the universe. Could this be evidence of sacred geometry? “Look deep into nature, and then you will understand everything better.”
The Golden Ratio, or Fibonacci sequence, is everywhere. It can be found in ancient architecture, in some of the world’s most beloved artwork (such as the Mona Lisa), and most definitely in nature. It’s for this reason that the intriguing sequence, which begins as 0, 1, 1, 2, 3, 5, 8, 13, 21, 34, 55 and so on forever, has fascinated mathematicians, scientists, designers, and artists for centuries.
Leonardo DaVinci, for instance, was known to use the Fibonacci sequence in his masterpieces because the pattern is aesthetically pleasing. Is it a coincidence that the ratio can be seen from a micro to macro scale in all biological systems, and even in inanimate objects? Clearly, there’s much to learn about sacred geometry and inherent order in the universe.
Some theorize that the phi ratio (phi = 1.61803…) is evidence that nature is inherently perfect, and that when mankind strays away from the natural law, sickness and imbalance occur. While the Golden Ratio doesn’t account for every structure or pattern in this world and others, it most certainly is a key player.
Micro-scale MOC of my favorite mobile suit from Gundam 0079, the RX-75 Guntank. I built this specifically for a competition on Instagram for micro-scale models. The real challenge was getting the tank treads, which I figured out by stretching out a rubber tire around the sides of the unit.
“Big whirls have little whirls that feed on their velocity, and little whirls have lesser whirls, and so on to viscosity.” - Meteorologist Lewis Fry Richardson (“Weather Prediction by Numerical Process.” Cambrige University Press, 1922)
okay y’all: they threw everything they had at this episode because it’s sweeps. they made it a musical. they held a wedding. the GA by and large will not know either of those things are awful. they sent Lana (possibly soon to be the sole lead) around every-fucking-where to promote it.
it’s going to get a ratings bump. it may even last into the finale next week. it’s shitty that they will do bad things and get a good result, but they’re playing the game pretty well on this micro scale (even if on the macro scale they are bad at it).
so, don’t let it get you down, ok? and, do your part. don’t use their hashtags. don’t engage with official tweets.
“Focus, Stephen,” you coax with your eyes closed. The two of you are sitting cross-legged on the floor of the meditation room. Luckily there is no one else around to be disturbed by your frequent interjections. “Managing one’s mental state is one of the highest forms of self-discipline.”
“Yeah, yeah. I just don’t see how sitting here thinking ‘happy thoughts’ and regulating my breathing is going to help my hands,” he mutters in disbelief.
“You have absolutely no patience.”
“I’m a doctor, I have plenty of patients.”
You cringe inwardly at his terrible pun, and yet you can’t help but smile to yourself in amusement.
“So you do have a sense of humor…” Stephen notes lightheartedly.
“I thought I told you to close your eyes, Strange!” you scold as your own eyelids shoot open and you are met with his entertained gaze. He studies your expression carefully, making you uncomfortable.
“Alright look, if you’re not going to take this seriously-” you begin, about to stand up and leave.
“No, I am. I’m sorry,” Stephen apologizes with a sneer. “Please continue.”
You look at him skeptically but oblige. Time to try a new tactic.
“Hold out your hands.”
Strange isn’t too keen on the idea, but hesitantly obeys.
You reach out gently and grasp his fingers, steadying them.
“Now look at your hands and tell me what you see.”
Strange studies his extremities with an irrepressible disgust upon his face. “Scars, tissue damage, weakness…”
You shake your head in disagreement. “You’re thinking one dimensionally,” you criticize. “Beyond what’s merely visible- what do you see?”
Stephen looks at you with ridicule. “That doesn’t make any sense, how can I see something that isn’t visible?”
You roll your eyes. “Do you want to know what I see?”
Stephen doesn’t say anything, but patiently awaits your analysis.
You look at his hands, running your thumbs along the scars on his fingers. “I see history and experience. Change and adversity. Your hands are more than just physical tools, Strange. I want you to remember what it felt like to have complete control over them. Imagine the steadiness you had in the operating room. The ease with which you were able to move without thinking… What did it feel like?”
“It felt… natural.” His voice becomes strained at the memory. “It felt powerful. Cutting into flesh and manipulating the human body on a micro scale… knowing I had complete authority over myself and my patient.” He exhales. “God I miss that.”
Very slowly, you let go of the doctor’s hands. They were still shaking of course, but the tremors had visibly diminished.
“You see, Strange? The mind is more powerful than you think. Meditation is one of the highest forms of self-discipline.”
Stephen furrows his brow and looks at you funny. “You said that already.”
Shit, you inhale sharply, chastising yourself and quickly losing focus. “Right, sorry. Why don’t we take a break.”
“We’ll continue this afternoon,” you reply hastily, already halfway to the door.
“There you are.” It was Stephen’s voice. “I’ve been looking everywhere for you.”
You sigh disappointedly, dropping the pen you’d been making notes with. A part of you wishes you’d never shown him this place. The library had always been your sanctuary- your escape. Aside from Wong, who thankfully wasn’t talkative, you could always rest easy in the library. Until now that is.
“Did you need something Strange?” you ask in the calmest voice manageable.
Much to your horror, he slides into the seat directly across from you, making himself at home.
“Not particularly, no. But it is mid-afternoon and the training grounds are fairly empty…”
“I’m taking the rest of the day off,” you announce casually.
You can do that? Stephen wonders, raising a curious eyebrow. “And here I thought you’d be thrilled at the chance to punch me in the face again…”
“Believe me, it’s tempting.”
Stephen smirks, pleased that he is beginning to make sense of you. “Alright… well, what am I supposed to do?”
“Look, Strange, I didn’t come to Kamar-Taj to be a babysitter. And you’re a doctor as you so frequently like to remind everyone. Go find some way to pass the time!”
You return your attention to the open book before you, but you can feel Stephen’s eyes looming.
“You really don’t like me, do you?” he asks, though it was more of a statement than a question.
“You’re the only person here who hasn’t told me what an ass I am to my face- but you clearly think it, which makes me wonder if you don’t hate me the most of anyone.”
“I don’t hate you Stephen,” you answer honestly. “I just- prefer to be alone.”
“Why is that?”
“I’m comfortable that way, okay!” you exclaim defensively.
“And people say I’m disagreeable…”
“You don’t know anything about me,” you snap, tensing your jaw in frustration.
“I know you haven’t been here long.”
You cross your arms defensively. “And how’s that?” you ask, humoring him.
“The Ancient One uses no title when addressing you, just your name- Y/N. Either you’re no good at what you do, or you simply haven’t been here long enough to work your way through the ranks. And your attitude well, that’s another story entirely. You clearly have trust issues- probably stemming from some childhood trauma- which is why you push everyone around you away.”
“Wow,” you say with unamused sarcasm as you gather your books and prepare to leave. “Regular Sherlock Holmes, you are…”
“Oh please,” Stephen sneers. “It doesn’t take a genius to see what’s right before him.”
“That’s ironic coming from you Strange- the man with an ego so big that he can’t see past his own nose.”
You stare into his blue eyes angrily for a couple of tense seconds before turning away and storming off in disgust.
Stephen’s intense gaze follows you all the way out of the library before shifting sideways when he senses another presence. Wong stands inconspicuously on the opposite side of the stacks, unmoving. He’d clearly overheard the whole thing.
“What?” Strange asks innocuously.
Wong simply shakes his head in disapproval before returning to his work.
In his boredom, Stephen seeks out Mordo to practice some hand to hand combat.
“So where’s Y/N?” he asks as Strange wrestles with putting on his wrist guards.
“She’s not speaking to me right now.”
Mordo shakes his head and snickers knowingly. “Oh Strange, when are you going to learn to hold your tongue?”
“Oh, you just assume it’s my fault?”
“Am I wrong?”
Stephen’s eyes shift downward. “So what’s Y/N’s story anyway?” he asks, changing the subject.
“It’s really not my place to tell,” Mordo replies, looking up as he finishes tying his boots.
“Oh come on-” Stephen objects. “What malintent could I possibly have with that information?”
Mordo gives it some consideration before continuing.
“She was orphaned as a child,” he explains. “Bounced from family to family, but ultimately to no avail.”
“Unfortunate, but not terribly unusual,” Stephen remarks, expecting something more.
Mordo pauses, giving Stephen a disapproving look. “Despite the unfavorable circumstances, Y/N attended university and rose to the top of her field.”
“(insert an area of study that interests you).”
“-and?” Stephen prompts.
Mordo hesitates, not feeling quite right about sharing the intimate details someone else’s past. But he hoped, perhaps naively, that the information would help Strange begin see outside himself. “Two years ago she suffered a brain aneurism. There were- complications, which led to short term memory loss.”
Stephen’s expression changes, but remains difficult to read.
“All she can remember is a past that she wants desperately to forget,” Mordo says poetically, the compassion evident in his voice.
“Is it chronic or acute?” Strange asks, quickly slipping into full-on medical mode.
“I don’t know the details,” Mordo admits. “You’re intrigued by her Stephen. I can see it in your eyes. But don’t let your persistence push her away. The last thing you need within these walls is an enemy.”
A/N: Hey guys, thanks for reading! There will be a few more chapters of build up that more or less follow the plot of the movie, only with YOU added into the mix! The romance will come, I promise :)
1:6th Scale Barbie Toy Store Diorama - Mattel Toy Store Play Set, Basic Fun Key Chains, Polly Pocket Bluebird houses, Hallmark Ornaments, Micro Action Figures, Playskool, Little Tikes, and Fisher Price dollhouse replica toys, mini Barbies, Capsule toys, Re-ment Strawberry, tiny Lego-like blocks from Michael’s Crafts, a 1:144th Garfield my friend made for me, and a Tupperware Key Chain. Feel free to ask about anything I didn’t list. The background is paper covered foam core. The Lundby miniature replica is one that I made. A real children’s store called “Twilo” was my inspiration for the tree and owls design elements. I have been collecting miniature toys for several years, and I thought it would be fun to do a store scene where I could put most of them together in one place.
This isn’t a post going in depth into the new Wonder Woman film. I’ll leave my overall opinions elsewhere, but I cannot stop thinking about the action/fight sequences. People. I love action and fight sequences. My eyes dilate, I squeal and bounce in my seat when watching a good one. Like, I honestly couldn’t tell you the plot of Season 2 Daredevil (zombies?), but I can damn well remember that fight in the stairwell.
They are such a great study of film basics on a micro scale: Pacing, Editing, Blocking, Camera Direction, Character, you name it. It’s fucking thrilling when it’s done well, and beyond frustrating when poorly-executed. Full rant below:
2014 “"Running Press” made these HASBRO licensed Cobra HISS Tanks in micro scale (go nicely with TakaraTomy Diaclone) . Very nice quality and shame they have not continued with more vehicles; such potential!
INTP: The Scientist. Practically invented science. Probably set the trend for oversized chalkboards covered in messy, illegible chicken-scratch formulas. The person they talk about when someone mentions “standing on the shoulders of giants”.
INTJ: The scientist who has their own secret lab with advancements far beyond the rest of the scientists’ in the lab. They would share their discoveries for the practicality because they truly do enjoy spreading the knowledge, but the advancements are so great that nobody else is ready. Not yet.
ENTP: The scientist who comes up with a theory to counter every theory you have just for the lols. Has some pretty good, original ideas when they’re not taunting the other scientists with their BS. Is one of the few scientists that brings out INTP’s goofy side; they’re kind of an annoying team but… certainly unstoppable, nonetheless.
ENTJ: The scientist who runs between different projects, pointing out the issues with each experiment, and working with the other scientists to perfect the desired outcome. Used to get into quarrels because people found them intrusive this way, but they’ve since learned that it’s really only because ENTJ is passionate about being factually confident, and genuinely wants to help actualise
INFP: The scientist who secretly sets out to merge science with magic. Often draws inspiration from their favourite fantasy novels, and makes considerable progress toward concepts such as self-aware plants through the genome. Has somehow roped INTJ into the project; the two of them stay late at the lab to transition from day-science to fantasy-night-science. INFP calls their project “Operation: Follow your Heart”.
INFJ: The scientist who spends a lot of time sitting completely motionless, expanding a theory into great depths, envisioning its significance into its future, and final stages, whilst staring out the window, gazing into their slightly visible reflection. Often times expands on the ENxPs’ ideas (that were originally jokes), pointing out their likely public effects, good or bad. One of the most tolerant scientists, but things can get to be a bit much for them, sometimes. It’s not unreasonable that they gravitate towards the window.
ENFP: The scientist who accidentally finds their way onto a new groundbreaking theorem. Was probably messing around with one of the other scientists saying “what if we did […]”, then, as they thought about it, the conversation grew into “maybe we actually can […]!”. Causes a bit of chaos in the lab, as the research projects they start are often passed off to a more fastidious scientist to finished, whilst they go off and begin another one. Not the most practical, but every lab has its working parts, right?
ENFJ: The scientist who shows the other scientists new ways to improve their safety within the lab, using important precautions that most people surprisingly overlook. Makes sure that everyone remembers to consider the data as it comes along to compare to their predictions, and how it might affect their conclusions. Simply wants to help everyone be the best that they can be!
ISTP: The scientist who really only shows up when they want to. Can be gone for weeks, but will show up again one day, like nothing happened. When asked to follow a specific method, they unbendingly refuse because they think those methods are pointless, and over-complicated. Somehow achieves spot on results using their own methods, bewildering the rest of the scientists. Whenever someone tries to ask about their methods, they’re gone for eternity!
ISFP: The scientist who decides to replace the common Greek variables with their own made up, more interesting, and pleasurable symbols in their formulas to help them remember the information better. Also doesn’t like being told to follow a specific method, but doesn’t want to stir conflict, so they secretly perform which methods they personally think will yield the best results on their own time. As long as their results are accurate, nobody has to know! Shhh!
ESTP: The scientist who tests all of their experiments on themself for science and for fun. They would have tried it on other people too (like their friends) but ENFJ said it was “unethical”. Contributes a lot to the presentations, often marking the differences between the essential and irrelevant apparent and understandable to everyone.
ESFP: The scientist that finds new ways to make things glow, and decorates the whole lab with the glowies as a surprise. Not everybody is amused or appreciative *coughENTJcough*, but there really is no stopping them now, so it’s best just to accept the glowies; at least they can save on the electric bill. Sort of.
ISTJ: The scientist who defends you against ENTP’s trollish-counter-theories by explaining how they contradict concrete, proven theories that all the scientists in the lab follow already because they’re sick and tired of hearing this nonsense. *Drops stack of books on the table*Read them.
ISFJ: The scientist who quietly worked on one of the lesser funded projects, because people “didn’t think it was as important”. Ended up discovering something monumental, like an effective way to communicate with plants and animals by observing the nuances in their reactions to stimuli. Doesn’t really take any credit, even though they were one of the onlypeople on the project.
ESTJ: The scientist who heads the new research projects in the lab. If they’re going to be conducting new experiments, they’re most certainly going to do it the right way! Takes genuine pride in the way the lab is run, and values all of their subordinates for their specialities, enjoying the collective scientific air.
ESFJ: The scientist who revamps the stapled little pleasures of life to share with their friends. Experiments with different elements / components and invents a few different kinds of herbal and medicinal teas. They dominate the micro-scale scientific archive with their knowledge (take that, hellen!).
For the large part, Battlestar Galactica is a narrative that shows the battle between Deontology (which evaluates the morality of an action based on the ethics of the means, and its adherence to rules, hence Deontology’s reputation as “duty-based ethics”) and Utilitarianism (which holds that the proper course of action, the most ethical action, is the one that maximize utility; not quite “the ends justify the means” because there are means that don’t justify ends, but close) or, as it’s presented to us in-narrative, right versus smart.
Our point Deontologists are Karl Agathon, Felix Gaeta, Lee Adama, and Kara Thrace. Our point Utiliarianists are Laura Roslin, Bill Adama, Caprica Six, and Dee Dualla. The two ends of the spectrum, I would argue, are Karl Agathon and Laura Roslin, which is why fans of one usually turn and hate the other because Battlestar Galactica apparently isn’t about gray morality, or anything. The middle of the spectrum sits the Angels (head!characters, returned!Kara) and Gaius Baltar, who is hated for being, well, the absolute most dead-set gray on our black-and-white (depending on your view) spectrum.
You’re not supposed to take a side. Because both sides have a method, both sides have support. Both sides endanger people critically at times–Karl Agathon endangers the fleet to get Hera back more than once, Laura endangers an entire class of people by relegating them, in perpetuity, to working in incredibly dangerous conditions on a tylium ship. Both sides make morally questionable decisions–Lee and Kara have affairs, Caprica snaps a baby’s neck to spare it a worse fate. Both sides save people–Felix serving as a spy down on New Caprica, Dee convincing Bill that he needs to go down to the surface of Kobol and reunite the fleet.
These are two different philosophies that everyone debates on in real life. Right versus smart. We make these decisions on a micro scale every day. But real life hasn’t thrown us into the kinds of situations that the cast of BSG is in. These are real people, the good, the bad, the mediocre, largely, trying to survive. And you’re supposed to sympathize with all of them, because we need both ends of the spectrum to survive. And you’re supposed to critical of all of them, because both ends of the spectrum can be, and often are at the “points”, wrong.