Showing posts with label fad. Show all posts
Showing posts with label fad. Show all posts

Wednesday, November 09, 2016

Making a mark in the sky

So this happened last year - a solar-powered dirigible was tediously done by a bunch of dozen folks. I came through a trail of reading on solar energy, that started with a presentation by Elon Musk introducing the Tesla Solar, which seems a half-baked plan in its early days (more technology into a rather simple existing solution means more points of failure, and hence more frustration with things over longer period of time, plus the need for greater expertise if something goes wrong).

It now itches to build a small floating solar-powered dirigible of my own. Frustrating, because what is sold as "kids' toys" is still exciting new discovery about the world in my interactive-reactive head. It will lead to failures in other points of my existence chain, which might be perceived as more serious, or be seen as foretelling of a career cascade (if that's not what mine already qualifies for) and hence another thing to cope with.

But that thought aside, plans are already underway to visit the supermarket to get a new stash of bin bags. It will take taping together half a dozen of those, by my intuitive calculation (to be confirmed on paper later). Ideal would be to try replicate a "Pif", a french solar (or rather, hot-air-powered) dirigible akin to a kite maneuvered with both ends tied and connecting to a string connected to a spool that a lucky kid from a village will get to hold (of course, i do the maneuvering).

This would work best in the hills, which is coincidentally where I am. Imagine meself on a lovely morning atop a local summit doing this.

Monday, October 17, 2016

Assorting outdoor stuff

58 hours later - I am back in the man cave, in home #2. AutoSanta has brought me loads of things - notably, gizmos - to indulge in, which I immediately start with after a brush and a meal. My life will be surrendered to gizmos over the coming week. That, and tapes, for now I have a sick tape collection, accumulated over September month - two kinds of duct tape, cloth tape, rubber tape, kinesio tape, electrical tape, and thin-foil tape - a month-long overzealous pursuit of tapes comes to an end, hurrah!

Christen this spirit Gizmo Baba and let him wander trying out the gizmos. The tape streak could be considered a subset of a survivalist streak, that has led to find and procuring myriad items. Latest to be tried out were a coupla headlamps - a BD and a V. Shortly before, a coupla multitools, both very zeitgeisty - the GD and the LM. And before those, the porta-speakers. Then the last week a coupla survival whistles, a space blanket, flourescent paracord, a chainsaw, dry bags, and a coupla buffs. Assortement is the name of the game, or so it seems.

Soon I shall burden myself with reviewing things formally. Distractions overboard!

Thursday, August 04, 2016

A collection of moments/quotes from Sans Soleil


Recently saw an indulgent movie, indulgent for the navel-gazers like me.
Sans Soleil, 1983, by Chris Marker [wiki, imdb]
[did you know there are Emus in Haldwani]

A solution to change the present, through the medium of iconography
if the images of the present don't changechange the images of the past

Expressing the falsities and inadequacies of the image
portable and compact form of an inaccessible reality

How love can't be imagined without illusions

If to love without illusions is still to love, I can say that I loved it

To dissent and to fail, is not failure
All they won in their understanding of the world could've been only won only through struggle.

How the mind can adapt (its knowledge) towards any mode of action
... they studied capitalism so thoroughly to fight itthat now they provide it with its best executives

A movement is not without personal goals
... the movement had its posturers and careerists - of matrydom
On the students who fought and massacared in the name of (their) revolution
they "trembled with indignation every time an injustice is committed in the world"
[original, by Che Guevara] "If you tremble with indignation at every injustice, then you are a comrade of mine."
Leading towards a life, vs leading a life

They are life, to be eaten on the spot, like fresh donuts.Its a very simple secret. the old try to hide it, and not all the young know it.

On a dance-cult, that does public performances as a means of cleansing or understanding
For the Takenoko, 20 is the age of retirement.They want people to look at them but don't seem to notice that they do.

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Personal development through a movement or revolution, as learnt from the Guinea-Bissau coup

We'll see that beneath this ceremony of promotions,seemingly perpetuating the brotherhood of the struggle,there lay a pit of post-victory bitterness,
and that Nino's tears expressed not an ex-warrior's emotionbut the wounded pride of a heroslighted at not being raised high enough above the rest.Beneath each of these faces lies a memory,and where there was to be one collective memory,there are a thousand memories of men who parade their personal woundsin the great wound of history.

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On finally understanding Mussorgsky's compositions

Its meaning has been lost, but for the first time, he glimpsed the presence of that thinghe didn't understand,which had to do with unhappiness and memory,which he must grasp at all cost,and toward which, slowly, heavily, he began to walk.
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The entire text.

Wednesday, November 04, 2015

Crackin' Intolerance

India is such a huge nation, that to see trash opinions being doled out by the political class, amplified by the media class, and reacted to by the cattle class is terrifying. Intolerance is the latest "in" thing, and we are made to believe that the government that has in past gained huge vote banks on intolerant lines has nothing to do with encouraging these intolerant opinions, and it is not in protocol to give an open condemnation; that this tolerance of intolerant opinions is coincidental; and that we should all agree, without protest, that there is no intolerance in our society whatsoever, and call it a "jolly good day" every waking hour.

Five minutes of listening to these opinions have shut down my pyloric valve. Severe constipation might follow, a psychosomatic response to the verbal diarrhea from these protostomes that encapsulate several prejudices in a pithy dispatch - such viscerally vicious statements should be met with body's autonomous response and nothing else.

People in this country have a very limited thought space, as is, and yet others litter that space with garbage with existential abandon, and make one completely resign to not thinking at all, or giving them a cleanup job that leaves no time to think. It reflects our cultural attitude towards  garbage - there is so much of it generated that we just quit thinking about it instead of formulating wise civic policies to handle that menace. Our streets and neighbourhoods reek of it sometimes, but that is okay, we can always insulate ourselves further, and even mislead our guests about our standards of sanitation and hygiene.

The only intolerance we should show is towards time. Time, that is finite, will not wait while we sit and discuss or try to understand the nature of our politicians and our politik, - their understanding of religion, their definition of patriotism, and the ulterior motives behind foisting such retrograde constructs on a contemporary society that is trying to match shoulders with mature, diversified, and tolerant societies. Time wants to talk about progressive concepts, breakthrough research, and here we are squandering our money, and airtime on whose shit stinks more. One could derive through calculations the money circulated in the system over our daily fix of offensive garbage, and wonder how they - the common man - is never in loop of that money circulation, and if such spending could have - rather unjudiciously - simply been doled out to some community in death throes, on the verge of losing their art, their culture, their tolerant heritage, their song and their science.

Even my last hour of the daylight, on the 11,091st day of my life was irresponsibly spent in this reaction. FML. FMP.

Monday, August 31, 2015

Behavior of the Cane Toad

The Cane Toad is an interesting frog species. The Bufo Marinus.
It is native to Central and South America, but has been reintroduced in Australia and already asserted itself a million square-km of habitat. It also sports deadly poison glands (the tadpoles are esp toxic if ingested). For this reason, it has been introduced in regions for pest control (one of them being Cane Beetle, the colloquial namesake for this species).

My interest grows from coming across its mention twice in the recent week.

First, over how frogs - esp documented in Cane Toads - lure their prey by wiggling their toe. The Ranitomeya (or Poison Dart Frogs) do the same. Uma Thurman in Kill Bill does the same (toe wiggle), albeit to different ends.
Toe wiggling creates motions, vibrations that get potential prey moving.
Cane toads flutter their toes when small prey appear, and the intriguing pedal lure draws little cane toads closer to bigger cannibalistic ones, reported Mattias Hagman, now at Stockholm University in Sweden, and Rick Shine of the University of Sydney in Australia, in January.

Second, about how the introduction of B. Marinus in Australia, has forced evolution to kick in... not on the frog or its pest, but on the Green Tree Snake which thrives in the same habitat. With time, these snakes (only in this region) have developed a smaller heads, which allows controlled quantities of toad venom to enter their bodies (smaller head = smaller prey).


Wednesday, December 25, 2013

Coin napkins are cool

One word: compressed napkins
Though that makes for two words of wisdom, the second is also a free giveaway.
Compressed napkins, or coin napkins, or magic napkins, as they're known, are a recent invention. They are made from Nanocellulose, which was researched in the 1970s, with the patents filed in 1980s, and subsequently frees license issued to whoever that asked. Since, Nanocellulose has established a presence in several domains like paper, foods, hygiene, medico, etc. One example is sanitary/incontinence pads. I imagine that even our fresh "wet" tissues use this.

Somebody had the idea to use Nanocellulose for utilitarian theatrics, creating the abovementioned product. It is increasingly becoming a part of the experience of dining in restaurants, a post-meal feature regaling everyone at the table.

My personal interest, though allied, is different in nature. Or should I say allied with nature. They would add to the experience of the outdoors. Imagine concocting water with alcohol or antiseptic or shaving lotion - each permutation highlighting new properties of the solution - and dipping these in. They become your choice of wet tissues. Then, either
- clean your face (water + shaving lotion), or
- have a dry bath (water + shaving lotion + disinfectant), or
- disinfect a path of bruised skin (water + disinfectant) without the alcohol bite of over-the-counter wet tissues, or
- trekker's tissue (water + shaving lotion + sunscreen oil)

They are disposable. Survivalists take note.

Friday, December 20, 2013

The most sincere Mandela eulogy?

Ladies and Gentleman, presenting... 

Nelson "Morgan Freeman" Mandela


Srzly, Professor Farnsworth, take me with you! (ya I'm still living in 2011-peaking memes)

Ngram Readings Pundit

Two good things I ran into i.e. came to know of existence, today.
One of them is Google Ngram, a statistical tool to search through historical (1800 to as recent 'historical' as 2008) referencing of phrases.

A few engaging ones

Everest vs Godwin Austen vs K2 vs Kanchenjunga vs Lhotse vs Makalu

http://goo.gl/mG7OFq

Friday, November 29, 2013

Jeet ka Mantra: PK Mishra

Mr. PK Mishra is both, a hypocrite and clever. Clever hypocrites are never realized in our society, which is made mostly of people who are one of the either, but not both.

He's a hypocrite, because the man advocating the take it easy policy is no junior in the industry. He has a profile that is both big and highly eclectic. Such prolific writing is no easy affair, but he did insinuate the policy. Maybe he's a part of the Russian espionage.

He is clever, because he ran way ahead in the sphere of thought and meshed neural connections. How he did that was by leaving the world in a stupor with some absurd considerations without any advocacy of any sort of policy.
"Agar ladki ko andhere me 
aankh maari to hoga kya"
"Agar azaadi na ho to
swarg milne se hoga kya?"

It worked like a flashbang grenade. This allowed him to eat most of the lunch among the others in his class - fellow lyricists. He worked on a connected contemporary world, and then expressed that through his lyrics, while others were busy writing mere pretty rhyming stuff.

PKM is the man to know. Trust me, it has worked. I could do an ad on telebrands on the pitch of a PKM DVD Set promised to cure "most of social, parental, intimate, and ultimate problems".
It was proven no better way than being heralded the man of the hour by some very vocal princesses. Yes, in my dreamworld. I was hiking through a meadow and was surrounded by these bowls of fruit and wine, and stayed back to find myself amidst this curious cult. They were like the Hobbits in one sense, deeply intent on merry-making. I could only join them, but not escape. So I did, and believe it or not, what won them over was -what else but - a PKM creation.
"mere alaava kisi aurat ko na paas bulaana 
tum na kabhi bhi mother teresa ko chhod ke naam na lena"

Cult.

Sunday, October 20, 2013

platypus awesomeness

Platypuses are awesome, because

  1. it is an incredulous evolutionary abnormality, that was considered a hoax when first reported.  it was thought that somebody had sewn a duck's beak onto the body of a beaver-like animal.
  2. the plural of platypus is platypodes (not platypii)
  3. they are monotremes i.e. lays eggs instead of giving birth. monotremes ~ monos + trema which means single holed, which refers to its cloaca (and cloacal reproduction).
  4. a group of playtypodes is called a puggle
  5. the most famous species of platypus known is the duck-billed platypus. strangely, it is the only species of platypus known as well.
  6. they are also one of the few venomous mammals. the male has an 'ankle spur' on his feet (much like cowboy spur) that is connected to crural glands which produce venom, that works by triggering oedema, that could kill smaller mammals (like dogs) and incapacitate humans.
    some other venomous animals are the European mole, the Eurasian water shrew, and the hedgehog (which exhibits a behavior called self anointing where it smears its spines with poison from a frog's glands, thought it is debatable whether it is for defense or sexual arousal in partners).
  7. their tails work as fat reserves. that is an amazing adaptation. (more amazing, i can imagine, would be if they could mix it with caudal autotomy, which is what lizards do when under threat, making it like a sacrificial gesture to the predator god).
  8. it hunts inside the water, with eyes, nose and ears completely blocked. what it has done to overcome this handicap is unbelievable. it has developed electrolocation. its beak can be imagined as a flat radar scanner, that is lined with rows of electroreceptors. it detects tiny muscle contractions in its prey, providing all its input data in this form, continuously scanning the water for more calculation (feed me data!) through characteristic side-to-side motion of the head.
  9. being a mammal, it feeds its newborn milk. but this milk comes not from teats, but through skin pores that give out milk. this milk collects in grooves on its abdomen, where it's lapped up by the newborn. that is a new solution to a regular mammalian problem.
  10. mammals, ordinarily, have 2 chromosomes. platypus has 10 chromosomes.
  11. no gene has been identified with gender determination in the the platypus.
  12. the platypus features in an indigenous Australian story, where the major animal groups, the land animals, water animals and birds, all competed for the platypus to join their respective groups, but the platypus ultimately decided to not join any of them, feeling that he did not need to be part of a group to be special. story of my life!

Sunday, June 30, 2013

Shire-ee

Home is behind, the world ahead,
And there are many paths to tread




Through shadows to the edge of night,
Until the stars are all alight.



Then world behind and home ahead,
We'll wander back and home to bed.




Mist and twilight, cloud and shade,
Away shall fade! Away shall fade!


Thursday, April 18, 2013

Khöömei #FTW

"Genius" has connecting elements; I was bought into that belief overnight. It connects Richard Feynman to Ron Fricke to Sheldon Cooper - the iconic physicist to the legendary moviemaker to TV's biggest geek (on TBBT). Talking about Fricke there's one thing that first comes to mind... Baraka - the most unimaginable and undefinable cinema project to date. Of course, it's gotta do with Baraka. And to be technical, not Fricke, not even the composer for Baraka, Michael Stearns, but it was David Hykes, that connects with Feynman and Cooper here.

Hykes, you see, did this one esoteric sound recording titled "Rainbow Voice", with an esoteric band called "The Harmonic Choir". The recording introduced something new, perhaps to the world... something that even the music composer Michael Stearns picked up and used in Baraka; it was the art of Khöömei, or Choomej, or Tuvan Throat Singing as its more popularly known (to refer to it without the regional distinction). Its origin lies in Tuva, a once-a-country with a capital city called Kyzyl, a landlocked region sandwiched between then-Soviet Russia and Mongolia, later taken over by the Russians (it is now a federal republic of Russia).

Tuva is a discovery; this is what got Feynman here.. So is Tuvan throat singing; this is what got Sheldon Cooper (on demand of Leonard Hofstadter, the friendship agreement incorporated - under Article 3: Cohabitation, addendum #3 - "Sheldon will no longer practice Tuvan throat singing".

Since the beginning of the 1990s, throat singing has been attracting the attention of a growing number of music lovers from all over the world, and in particular groups from the republic of Tuva, situated northwest of Mongolia. Shu-De is a group who presents this amazing music, alongside such groups as Huun-Huur-Tu and Chirgilchin. Throat singing is a technique that has been apparently developed in Mongolia which allows a singer to sing two or three notes at the same times. The people of Tuvan were able to develop five different ways of producing this particular type of singing. Feynman not only journeyed to Tuva (who was the first American to have come to Tuva), but he also wrote a book on it, called "Tuva or Bust!". Somebody learnt of that music, picked up that book, and even decided visit Tuva, to find the Feynman trail , compete in throat singing and make a movie on it. I'm slowly growing all the more fond of this singing and the region.

Sunday, April 14, 2013

run dos run


Average day out with friends. Krushers at KFC was the highlight of my social. CP never fails to suck even more than the previous time, and the plight is that there's no comparable hub in Delhi. I do less, talk more, and miss a lot of things a lot more - if the days spent in some absence or void are some litmus test to make that same thing more deserving, then I deserve an ocean of it (or an avalanche of it, but "avalanche" would be the wrong word to think of here).

On the cult/fad front, there's progress.
This is awesome. I don't listen to House, but take this for an exception. It was a love-at-first-sight thing, and only grew better. I think it's gonna grow more in the aural space.

This is ah-some too, albeit by a few watchings you start noticing finer details of average cinematography and shah rukh khan's frozen looks.
तेरी आँखों की नमकीन मस्तियाँ 
तेरी हंसी की बेपरवाह गुस्ताखियाँ 
तेरी जुल्फो की लहराती अंगडाइयां 
नहीं भूलूंगा मैं 
जब तक है जान 
जब तक है जान 

Remember >?
C:/DOS
C:/DOS/RUN
RUN/DOS/RUN
Yes, ze Simpsons. I need to get that tshirt done.

Sunday, April 07, 2013

Neodymium Magnets fad

Life is a bit less boring with my latest acquisition - Neodymium magnets. These are rare-earth magnets, the strongest permanent magnets made. To the hobbyist, they are marketed as tiny 5mm spheres (much like ball bearings, only super magnetic), which could be used to make a whole lotta things, and improve your general smart. 

Neodymiums entered my consciousness through American entrepreneurial efforts like NeoCube and Buckyballs (Buckyballs business went bust on Dec 27, 2012). Their cool was hard to escape; just the YouTube videos were addictive. After brief exploring around, and not having any friends returning from the USA, I turned my head to China, and found a whole lotta Neodymium deals on Alibaba. Finally, this is what I ordered myself, a 6x6x6 Neodymium lattice.  There is also an Indian website selling Buckyballs - and not too costly. 


As one site says, "Your Buckyballs is a truly amazing thing. It has the power to simultaneously stimulate and "exercise" both hemispheres of your brain, making it more beneficial to you than most other types of puzzles." After playing around with these for about a month now, I'm not disappointed. These are like the best fun that could fit inside a pocket - portable, and stimulating. Of late, I've started expressing a range of emotion through these. Magnets have some very cool properties, which work like hacks for making complex structures. The North-South Pole hacks are just scratching the surface of possibilities with these. Technically, any imagined structure is possible. It also helps sticking a lotta unusual things to the fridge.

Will keep updated on exploits with Neodymiums. And some parallel achievements unlocked.


Wednesday, October 17, 2012

Jusqu'ici tout va bien

Surrounded by all these worldly pursuits - a cat staring at me from the cover of the book I'm (presently) reading, a dual screen glowering at me demanding code and clicks, a pair of Nikes sneaking up to my bedside asking me out on a date to the forest trails nearby, a Jane Birkin eluding me - ooh mon amour - into throes of passionate love, a couple of bananas desperately flagging me against that Snickers bar, blowing kisses to get then picked up instead, - and yet I stay sedentarily distracted for most of the day in cognizance of none of that and deliberate on the virgin wonders of the world, the unchartered frontiers that lie for me, bound in a half dream.

Born free, ain't got any money; ain't getting out - that's been the story this far. Will it go any further? Any faster? When you fall, you gain velocity, but when you climb, deceleration is the benchmark. Am I falling?

So far, so good. So far, SO GOOD...

Thursday, August 16, 2012

Velvety Morn

Did I forget to mention the time when I came across these? - yeah, and I held them in my hands, too. Thought they were spiders, but not. They are a species of arachnids, though - scientifically christened Trombidiidae, and more commonly, Red Velvet Mite. Apparently many mistake them for spiders at the first review. What they are is a highly magnified version of the same mites we so detest in our home. This page (this too) explains them really well - especially interesting is the stages of growth.

These mites splurge out into the open during rainy season. Later they very viciously party on invertebrates, but let's overlook that... they're just so - cushy. I stalked a few to hold them on my palm, the sensation of their coat felt amazing. There were a dozens of them loitering about near the tennis courts of JNU, where I happened to be that morning playing tennis (and not really focusing on the game). These things should have plush toys designed after them - hello, the world, take cues.

I'm surprised to learn that the species is endemic to the Northern Plains of India, since I've never come across these before this monsoon! They're colloquially referred to as "Rani Keeda" my side of the language segment, but never have I heard that utterance from anybody in my circles. I should probably ask some biology masters from DU for more info.