Tuesday, October 20, 2009
Sunday, October 11, 2009
Staying with wicked sticks animation this is from a cool little outfit in melbourne-town. Voice by Nick Cave. [From Clusterflock]
More from my ongoing linkroll to prove that we do actually live in "The Future". This is an amazingly informative video on how you make a remote control blob do what you want. [From Boing Boing]
Sticking with stuff from the future-now, this is some pretty amazing work into robotic balance. [From Engadget]
The second is a interactive staircase in Sweden designed to get commuters off the escalators. [From Boing Boing]
Monday, October 5, 2009
So, we actually live in the future now. Soon these will be mounted on the pilotless drones so that a man sitting behind a desk in tennessee can fire a laser at a tank from kilometers away in an unmanned remote control plane thingy. Jesus. We're too smart for our own good. [From engadget]
OMG. New feature from Paul King, director of the mighty Boosh. Squee [from Dangerous Minds]
The digital devide to which anchorwoman Leah refers, is a very real problem, one that the OLPC movement looked to address [incidentally, netbooks also came out of the program, don't let people ever say that aid can't have positive externalities]. It's efforts like this that remind me that while we have a long way to go, we're making progress. [From Rocketboom (why the hell are all of rocketbooms presenters hot young women? I thought we were better than this now?)]
Man. Not many things stir my emotions. This did. There is hope. The person I nabbed this link from sums it up best
Saturday, October 3, 2009
Thursday, October 1, 2009
Tuesday, September 29, 2009
Monday, September 21, 2009
Sunday, September 20, 2009
This little Pearler Comes courtesy of Brains? I. Ducking. Love. Tilt Shift optics. How they work is a bit of physics jargon that goes mostly over my head, but the end result is that normal sized things end up looking like minatures. Make sure you watch for the trains around the minute mark.
What would time lapse and tilt shift photography look like when combined I hear you ask?
For the nerds in the crowd, this is a cool development in motherboards, hybrid systems. Basically you can run a low powered atom based server as well as a decent spec gaming/media rig at the same time. Want.
on't tell him I said so. You can peruse his flickr at your leisure
Saturday, September 19, 2009
I work at the Newport right, which if you've not heard of it, is kind of renowned for being the bar in freo for young crew to go to and get messed up, it's busy, it's popular. Now, I'm 100% down with the need to blow of steam, unwind, and generally just escape the pressures of life, be them uni, work, family, or anything else. But what I don't understand is why people need to cut loose in such impersonal, gross ways. Let us use clubbing as an example, although it's starting to get better, there are very few clubs in Perth with good music, which at 100 decibles, is pretty much the only thing you're going to get from a club. They are too loud for genuine social interaction. Have that particular sickly sweet scent of dried vomit and spilled booze. Are possibly the most inconvenient places to get to, and from, in the universe. And are, without exception, filled with more frowns that smiles, at least past 11pm. Every weekend, I see hundreds of people in this city's nightspots staggering around anomic as all hell. I put if forth to you world, that we need to recapture friendship and social interaction centred around respect and [without being too hallmark here] love, rather than convenience, and an archaic notion of being true to your mates.
Now, I don't want it to seem like I'm some kind of reculse shutin that looks down from atop my mighty peak of pretension on the peons below me who could possible want to go clubbing. Not at all, I've had some great times in clubs getting my freak on out on the dance floor, or making smokey eye contact with that sexy someone across the room. These are things that I'm more than willing to own up to enjoying. What baffles me is how people willingly get so sideways that they either don't have a good time, or can't remember the awesome falling and vomiting and passing out that they might have really enjoyed at the time.
The point of all this waffling is to say, it don't gots to be this way, yo. You can get some good mates, some good tunes, some good food, [last night's example of this were some bomb digity goood cookies from Faye for fixing her computer. Big ups Faye, they were tasty] and some silly clothes, and have damn near the best night possible.
So without further ado, photos from a really awesome night last night.
The First set of pictures is an ode to all the lame assed cam girls out there who still think they are fooling people about their weight by doing overhead shots. Also, showing your titties, not attractive.
Finally, a few notable mentions for some scraggly shots that don't really have friends. Awwwww.
I may or may not have a hole between my nostriles big enough to fit a finger through [note: not from cocain use.]
Now if you've been following my daily updates throughout the week you'll have seen *this link to the guy who made his home aquaculture setup under his house, with clear perspex windows in the floor... I don't want to sound hyperbolic, but that's basically the coolest thing I've ever seen, ever. The best thing for me is, I hate seafood, so when I put a similar thing In my dream home [which I'm totally going to] I can have something purely decorative, like Koi. This is where the future of sustainability lies people, it's the same reason why wind turbines don't ruin views, there is beauty in the augmentation of the world to save it.
In other news, tonight's podcast is shaping up to be killer. I'm here on the “shores” of Lake McKay, so I'll just wander a kilometre or so into the salt pan. If you can find a better place to record on earth, I'd like to hear about it. We might be lucky and get the dog's howling to the moon again as well. I've found some fantastic new tunes this week in my online meanderings. Mike Patton's new project has dripped a song or two into the ether which I've got for you. I swear, after the apocalypse there is going to be cockroaches and Mike Patton, the guy is unkillable. I've also grabbed an interview with Matt Pollack, leader of a new political party in Brisbane called the reformers. They're ambitious goal is to transcend election cycle politics and subvert the spin cycle of the media with boder line realtime information through the intergoogles. This guy is much more than your run of the mill crackpot, so be sure to have a listen.
Also, I got a voice message from my little brother yesterday. For those of you who aren't familiar I mean my “Bigger Brothers, Bigger Sisters” little brother. I'm not allowed to identify him obviously, so I use the pseudonym “Gaz”. It's fantastic that the top brass over at BBBS ok'd Gaz retaining me as his Bigger Brother for this trip. Normally kids need a bit of structure in their lives, and that's what BBBS provides, so I'd have been replaced with someone else. But it would have taken Gaz a fair while to warm up to a new person, he sure did with me. But I digress. Point is, the footy team he plays for is in the grand final, I wont name the team but what I've done is opened up a new comments page so if anyone wants to wish him and his team good luck I'll link him to it before his game.
I'm sit by the smouldering remnants of last nights fire, my trusty desert ship off foraging for her breakfast while I make mine. It occurs to me that I basically have the best job in the whole world. When I was sitting in the Murdoch news room all those summers ago, I was stressing about making the cut for the ABC cadetship. I've now used the skills I learned in my degree, not my degree, to build the greatest job I could have imagined. I'm paid [by all you lovely people] to trawl the world's information and present it to you for your enjoyment. I get to listen to all the new songs, see all the new movies, and have a finger on the pulse of news, the fact that I'm doing all of this from atop a camel in the middle of Australia via wireless broadband means that the moniker “Culture Cowboy” is all the more applicable [which is awesome cause that moniker is wicked] I guess what I'm trying to say is, cheers.
I'm running low on meat my fellow netizens, so I'm off to hunt a Roo. If I can get one today I'll make a “how to smoke your own meat in the bush” guide and put it up for you. Remember that the podcast goes up tonight so tune in live from Lake McKay or listen to it later [although that's heaps less cool] otherwise kids, I'll see you Monday.