In Osaka, Japan, there is a building called Gate Tower Building.
There is a highway that goes through it.
That is all.
In Osaka, Japan, there is a building called Gate Tower Building.
There is a highway that goes through it.
That is all.
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I had never used Twitter. Honestly, I never liked the idea of Twitter. A constant flood of messages, none saying very much, seems like the opposite of what writers should strive for.
But the things you avoid have a way of finding you.
In the past week, I’ve gotten even more active in the Restore the Fourth movement. My focus has become less national and more local: I’m getting heavily involved in the Cleveland chapter. I don’t live near Cleveland, but it’s the only active chapter in Ohio. C’est la vie.
Recently I was given control of the official Twitter account for our local group.
When you’ve got a message to spread, you can’t afford to be picky about your medium. I learned how to use Twitter, and I learned fast.
So…how is it?
To some extent, it’s what I was afraid of. Twitter does emphasize quantity over quality, and I’m not crazy about that. And the constant stream of new content can make you a little ADHD if you let it.
Also, it causes otherwise respectable people to say “tweet” with alarming frequency.
On the other hand, I can see the appeal.
Twitter is more personal than other media, more connected. Where else but Patrick Stewart’s Twitter feed could I get pictures like this…or this?
But Twitter is more than a connection with any single person. It’s like a giant worldwide conversation, filled with the latest thoughts from National Geographic, Bill Nye, the New York Times, Levar Burton, Cory Doctorow, and/or whoever else you happen to be fascinated by.
If you think of it that way – as a conversation, a sort of filtered universal chat room – it starts to make more sense.
From a writer’s point of view, if you want to say something meaningful in a single (sigh) tweet, you have to really focus. Cut off the excess, hone your message down to its absolute core. It’s certainly possible. Hemingway allegedly wrote a short story in six words, so 140 characters is practically a novel.
Anyway, I’ve only been a Twit (Tweep? Tweeter? Twitterer?) for a few days. We’ll see how it goes.
Have you given in to the siren allure of the Twitternaut? What was your experience like?
On Friday, I had blood drawn to get some lab work done. After the nurse finished, she tossed the used hypodermic needle into a plastic bin with all the others.
I looked in. The bin was nearly full, nothing but used needles.
Then the nurse said the strangest thing. “If there was a million dollars at the bottom of that bucket, would you put your hand in and grab it?”
Shudder. No. No I would not. I told her so.
“Really? Not even for a million dollars?”
Bear in mind, I’m a needlephobe, so I’m pretty impressed with myself already for having my blood drawn and not passing out. But all I said was, “It’s probably contaminated, isn’t it?”
“Oh, come on,” she said. “What are the odds you’re going to hit that one needle that’s contaminated?”
I confess, I had not heard this sentiment voiced by a nurse before.
“Would you do it?” I asked.
“Sure!” she said. “I’m fifty years old, I’m going to die soon anyway.”
I expressed my belief that the typical fifty-year-old is not likely to die soon. She just laughed.
I sometimes think these brief moments of strangeness and humor are part of the reason we’re alive.
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First up, a brilliant, 20-second Pixar spoof: “USA vs. NSA.”
What else is on tap this week? Let’s see…
What happens when stupid people take The Onion seriously and post their reactions on Facebook? You get Literally Unbelievable, the funniest blog I’ve seen all week.
Or try this handy character recognizer. Just draw a character in the box and get results in seconds.
There’s a giant hidden lake miles below the surface of Antarctica. That’s not news. It is news that Lake Vostok seems to be teeming with life, shedding light on one of the most remote habitats on the planet.
SMBC nails it. When my wife gets pregnant, this is exactly how I will react.
xkcd also nails it. Unfortunately.
And PvP shows us what happens when you finally win.
That’s all there is, and there ain’t no more. May your weekend shine like the ten thousand mithril caverns of Parsanthebeb the Luminous. Or, you know, just mow your lawn or something. See you Monday!
If you can’t bring the people into space, then bring space to the people.
That’s the idea behind ARKYD, the world’s first crowd-funded space telescope. It’s like Hubble, except you get to use it. Admittedly, the images are not as hi-res as Hubble, but they’re pretty good for 1/1000th of the cost.
Planetary Resources, the company building ARKYD, figured they could make this dream a reality for about a million dollars. Rather than seeking out government funding, bank loans, or high-rolling investors, they went straight to the public.
And the public responded. In just one month, 17,000 people donated $1.5 million to the project on Kickstarter, leaving their original goal in the dust.
The expected launch date seems to be 2015. What happens then? Well, the ARKYD becomes available to astronomers, schools, and the general public. You can pick any celestial object, and the telescope handlers will take a photo and send it to you. Yes, there’s a fee, but we’re talking hundreds – not millions – of dollars. As the technology improves, prices will only go down.
This is what the space industry needs.
For too long, government institutions have been the sole gatekeepers of outer space. That’s not a criticism of NASA or the incredible work they’ve done. It’s simply reality. Government funding was a major bottleneck.
With the rise of private investment, space exploration will open up as never before. And not just in an economic sense. ARKYD is about recapturing the wonder of those early years, the time of Neil Armstrong and Yuri Gagarin. It’s about giving kids the power to look deep into the stars, just to see what they can find. Even if those “kids” happen to be 27 years old, like me.
I’ve already got my telescope time reserved. I can get a photo of anything I want: the Andromeda Galaxy, the moons of Neptune, anything. I haven’t decided yet. But whatever I pick, you can bet it’s going straight onto this blog.
Any suggestions?
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Day breaks.
Shades of an old slumber
burn off. This affably dawning star
who cradles our petunias, kisses our blank fences,
is in truth a colossal inferno, roaring mute,
raining fire on us from so far distant
it feels like morning.
Try as I might, I can think of nothing interesting to say today.
Here, have a blue poison dart frog.
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