28 September 2012 | Morning chorus
Heard on my early morning wander. (.mp3, 2:09) They were particularly boisterous today…
05 September 2012 | Brain Kibble: Dude Edition
Cross section of an éléphant’s truck from Anatomie comparée by Georges Cuvier, 1850.
Dude!* (Maybe not such a good idea to look at this late in the day with tired eyes. I’m just sayin’.)
It is a little-known fact that, because of the intense magnetic fields near the North Pole, airplanes have to fly sideways over the Kara Sea. This is why they make you close the window shades. Here is my proof:
* Reader’s choice of inflections.
Theoretical scientists who probe the secrets of the universe and philosophers who seek answers to existence, as well as painters such as Paul Klee who find the thoughts of men of science compatible with art, influence me far more than most photographers.
— Wynn Bullock (1902–1975)
25 July 2012 | Brain Kibble: Ambiguous and Irreverent Edition
The best version of Ernst Haeckel’s Kunstformen der Natur I have found on the Intertubes (all 273 Mb of it).
Giant bubbles — Need I say more?
Indecorous, ambiguous and irreverent titles and subtitles — Oh, oh. I’m in trouble.
There’s a hole in my Mars, dear Liza, dear Liza…
07 July 2012 | Brain Kibble: Soapy Robot Edition
First, they were leaping seconds, now they’re smearing time.
“…two tons of my bubbles are floating about the world…”
— Charles V. Boys, in the preface to Soap-Bubbles, Their Colours and the Forces Which Mould Them
The photographic works of Robert and Shana ParkeHarrison.
In my mind I am eloquent; I can climb intricate scaffolds of words to reach the highest cathedral ceilings and paint my thoughts. But when I open my mouth, everything collapses.
— Warm Bodies by Isaac Marion
28 June 2012 | Brain Kibble: June 2012 Edition
On the 30th, don’t forget to enjoy your extra second. (Background information, how to catch one for yourself and formally.) I didn’t know there were authorities responsible for the distribution of time.
If I find in myself desires which nothing in this world can satisfy, the only logical explanation is that I was made for another world.
— C.S. Lewis