I read something about Gordon being the only one not to call Tracy Island for help, and I have a few feelings on the matter. I think people forget how isolated Gordon is when he’s on deep sea missions.
TOS had Gordon diving through seaweed and fish, but that’s not how the ocean is; it’s vast and empty.
When Thunderbird Two, the heavy transporter, is holding something in place in the sea she struggles. Two can lift and fly One around but is shown only to have the ability to keep large objects in place when they are underwater because Two is not only dealing with the weight of the object but with the immense pressure of the water pushing down; and that’s only at depths Two’s cables can reach. That same pressure is on Thunderbird Four and Gordon when he needs to swim.
Thunderbird Four is, fundamentally, a larger POD vehicle so the cockpit is designed for a single occupant. Thunderbird Three is similar in the fact that it would be hard to reach aka Slingshot, but Three has the advantage of having more that one person on scene at a time.
All of this means that Gordon to do most of the rescue by himself. John can try to help Gordon map the caves but most of the time Gordon has to navigate them blind; of course, that’s when the comms aren’t blocked by the cave he’s in.
Gordon, at the bottom of the ocean, is physically alone. He has to make decisions quickly based on what he knows then and there. Gordon could call for help, but a split-second could mean the difference between another successful rescue or a mission failure. He has to act with confidence and consistency.
When Thunderbird Four was trapped in the rockslide, it would have been hours before anyone could have got to him and then W.A.S.P. or GDF would have had to be called.
He won’t always have time to call his brothers for help, but he knows that when he surfaces, they will be there for him.
“Seven years ago, when I co-curated an exhibition of works by Dionne Simpson, I was also recovering from Hodgkin’s disease. After the exhibition was over, Simpson gave me the most minimal of the works, and my favourite of her deconstructed canvases. Now, this piece hangs in my bedroom, and I wake up to it every morning - a daily reminder of the generosity of the human spirit, and the gems that await you after life’s struggles.”
Patricia Ritacca was photographed in Toronto on May 16th. You can follow her just-launched curatorial collective on Instagram.
Starting at seal level, how many Kool-Aid Men would it take to smash through to the center of the Earth assuming the average lifespan of a Kool-Aid Man is 60 years?
seal level…well assuming you mean the common harbor seal (which measures out to approximately 6.1 feet on average), on the pacific shore, and Kool-Aid Man is exactly 6 ft and weighs 11,000lbs, and the distance to the center of the earth from seal level is 6372km, lets calculate!
distance=6372km weight of object=11,000lb height of object=6 ft (this is all the data we need, when we start calculating time, the lifespan will come into play) now, as we know from kool aid commercials, Kool-Aid man takes approximately 5 seconds to break through a barrier. so using this, lets calculate how far Kool-Aid man could continue saying “OH YEAH” and demolishing earth’s crust for 60 years. using a simple formula to calculate distance and velocity within a free fall with air resistance, or E=mg-kv^2, leading to h=m/kln[cosh(t/square root of m/gk)) leading to v=square root of mg/k tanh(t/sqrt m/gk), given that Kool Aid Man has a mass of 4989kg (11k pounds), each duration (t) is 5 seconds, and air resistance (k) is 0.24kg/m, and gravity (g) is 9.8m/s^2, we can calculate that the impact Kool Aid man could travel is potentially 122.34m with a velocity of 48.84m/s, leaving us with 175.8km/h. Therefore, assuming Kool-Aid man does maintain teleportation powers within this scenario and can continue regenerating at the beginning of each new crater, Kool-Aid man would waste 36.245 hours of his life until he met his demise at the boiling core of our planet. Oh yeah!
Like nails against a chalkboard, his mind resonated the sounds of the voices around him. Rather they were merely in his head or cast from those speaking just feet away, he couldn’t really tell nor did he really give two shits. All that mattered was the weight of the object in his hand, the knife cutting palm deep into flesh as he focused in on that and not the public. They were all irritating and personally on his worst days, Lincoln would briefly suggest in passing to those he was closest with that maybe a little bit clearing of the cities streets would do them all some good. A toxic gas or even another bomb? The proposition made a cruel smile hint on his lips as he leaned back, ignorant to the twisting look his features had been overcome with. It’d only been the clearing of someone’s voice that caught his attention and the smirk quickly dropped, replaced by a scowl. “What?"
There were darkened crimson stains on his jeans and the pocket of his cotton shirt, clearly nothing fresh by their brown toning. "You’re staring and as handsome as I know myself to be, I really only find your staring verging on freakish.” There was a pause as he turned, pressing off the wall so he could face the other. “So why don’t you run along before I surgically remove your eyeballs with my pocket knife while you remain completely conscious.”
They bought a weight machine and made themselves a little work out nook beneath the stairs. They’d struggled with what to do with the area for some time, as it was too small to furnish as much of a workspace but a home gym seemed like a good idea.
Benita would run on the treadmill like the devil himself is after her, pouring sweat. She hadn’t been eating much either, much to Leo’s dismay. He keeps trying to get to eat bigger portions but she will refuse, saying she’s trying to lose weight. Not seeing what she objects to about her appearance, he’s not been overly cooperative with the effort.
“You’re going to eat before you go to bed, right?” he asked during their late evening work out. He was growing concerned with her apparent obsession to be fit.
“Eat?” huffed Benita. “I’m getting a shower and falling into bed.”
“You need to eat something. Did you even have lunch?” Leo checked his weights and began his shoulder press sets. “Benita?” he prompted when she didn’t answer.
“I snacked a little,” she hedged around the question.
Frowning, Leonardo finished with the shoulder press and moved to the leg press. “You don’t necessarily need to lose weight,” he said. “If you want to work out and tone up I’m fine with that. Please know I think you’re beautiful how you are.”
“Never said I’m not beautiful.” Benita’s tone was getting a little sharp as she got annoyed with his persistence. “I’m fat and my clothes don’t fit. I don’t have the time to go replace my wardrobe, I need to get back into shape.”
Leo fell silent after that but it would be a mistake to think he was letting it go.
Daniel de Bruin’s analog 3D printer uses gravity and weights to 3D print beautiful objects
Even though the desktop 3D printer market isn’t expanding very rapidly right now, it is certainly changing. The focus seems to have shifted from accuracy to accessibility. Today’s 3D printers can be as complex or as plug-and-play as you want them, backed by powerful software that does all the work for you if necessary. While it certainly makes 3D printing a lot more accessible, you can also wonder if the making hobby is losing part of its soul. Are we still building new things, or are we just as uniform as the rest of the world by relying on […]
“Isadora Duncan’s story - being an eccentric, reckless, courageous woman in a time when it would have been nearly impossible to be so - changed the way I thought about my own life. I look for this book every time I’m in a new bookstore and pick up copies to give to friends. Even if I lost it I feel like fragments of her stories are kind of part of me now.”
Sarah May Taylor was photographed in Toronto on May 20th. You can follow her on Instagram.