Working on some new stuff
I was honored to have met the artist for these artwork, and most definitely delighted to own the one at the top left, “The Milky Way.” I don’t have enough art history background to comment on its composition, but I do have enough scientific knowledge to tell you that the choice of using metal to represent stars is a stark reminder of the task we have ahead to save the world from over-pollution.
Indeed.
-My Nerdy Nerdiness expresses itself :)
Might help some of you write a scipoem if you know some chemical properties or if you notice a pattern.
Know me
Like the sand knows the surf
know me
like the sky knows the clouds
know me
like the tree knows it’s branches
know me
like the swan knows it’s mate
know me
like I want to be known
know me
like I want to know you
Perhaps like consciousness, there are progressive levels of “knowing”; I see that developing in this short piece.
Did you know that you lose 6 seconds of visual information every minute due to blinking? I can see why this writer doesn’t want to blink anymore…
When I walk,
the spikes on my spine
move with every motion
that my body allows.When I talk,
I taste bitter frost,
which sits in my throat
and freezes over my lips.When I blink,
I miss small instances
that could possibly
alter my entire existence.When I sleep,
I recover them,
though I never…
No matter how close we
get, it seems as though we
are always one
angstrom apart,
usually even more.
Image taken from: here
One very difficult task for robots to do is to be flexible, but we have found ways to overcome that through Asimo, which has an amazing gait and ability to recognize and serve food, and now HERB, which can perform similar functions. While Asimo looks more like an astronaut, this one looks like something out of Wall-E.
For video of it separating the oreos: http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=gBgfpl0lcIo
What really catches my attention are the atoms with emotions. In a world of 7 billion, I’d say we’re pretty atomic.
it’s quite depressing
to think that we are
just an amalgamation
of atoms into molecules
held together by the oh so
tenuous bonds createdwhen an atom realizes
that it is so empty inside
and seeks to fill the silence
with other lonely atoms,
electrons spinning songs
that will never be heard.we are made of stardust
and that is a beautiful fact
but we are nothing more
than nebulous particles
trying so hard to fill the
hollow spaces that ache.
Ephemeral distinctions leaving our mouth,
I expire—mixing with the crowd.
(For full article: http://www.plosone.org/article/info%3Adoi%2F10.1371%2Fjournal.pone.0059909)
Crosses the street past the restaurants and pharmacies
and the famous cathedral against Mel’s Burger Bar and Tom’s Café.Overwrought by the boiling
asphalt he glances at every single stranger,
hating all of them over and over again,
in order to make eye contact each time
like a…
Just read.