There's a good chance that you happened upon this little, underused blog because you saw a box covered in aluminum foil and a silver notebook next to it at one of the coffee houses in Rochester, NY. If that is the case, thanks for checking it out. Here's a little more background on what I'm doing:
Wednesday, October 21, 2009
Robot Miniatures and the Techno-Future Project
There's a good chance that you happened upon this little, underused blog because you saw a box covered in aluminum foil and a silver notebook next to it at one of the coffee houses in Rochester, NY. If that is the case, thanks for checking it out. Here's a little more background on what I'm doing:
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art,
photography,
robots,
technology
Monday, March 30, 2009
The Dawn of the Cyborg
The phenomenal human drive to overcome our biological limitations is one of those things that can induce a simultaneous gag reflex and mental pause. It is a part of our own evolution, a process that we have, in certain respects, taken into our own hands. There is an itch, a tick, that has driven us to grasp for more. We have invented a slew of things that participate in our own, human remodeling of self to create a better, fitter organism.
A few months ago, the NY Times featured an article about a woman who had lost her arm in a car accident. I would have brought it up right when I read it, but I didn't have a blog then. Now I do. So, suck on this with your brain lips. Human beings have developed a neuron-machine interface that has given this woman her arm back. The science behind it isn't all that extraordinary: a neuron, when told to fire by whatever brain process, makes a small electro-chemical potential that a little metal sensor could easily record. Think of the Saw Stop, which can translate the slightly charged surface of human skin to a STOP! command, which is sent to a rotating saw blade before too many layers of skin are removed. Skin. Not bone. Not fat. Skin. Likewise, a flood of ions from neuron A can induce a mechanical, electrical circuit that can tell a robo-bicep to flex or robo-pinky to wiggle within milliseconds.
Let that sink in.
To illustrate why you should take a second to think about the implications of this stuff, I am going to interpret our most basic drives to be the product of natural selection and evolution, a glacial force that has been directed by the simple, viral command, "SPREAD YER GENES!"
to be continued...
A few months ago, the NY Times featured an article about a woman who had lost her arm in a car accident. I would have brought it up right when I read it, but I didn't have a blog then. Now I do. So, suck on this with your brain lips. Human beings have developed a neuron-machine interface that has given this woman her arm back. The science behind it isn't all that extraordinary: a neuron, when told to fire by whatever brain process, makes a small electro-chemical potential that a little metal sensor could easily record. Think of the Saw Stop, which can translate the slightly charged surface of human skin to a STOP! command, which is sent to a rotating saw blade before too many layers of skin are removed. Skin. Not bone. Not fat. Skin. Likewise, a flood of ions from neuron A can induce a mechanical, electrical circuit that can tell a robo-bicep to flex or robo-pinky to wiggle within milliseconds.
Let that sink in.
To illustrate why you should take a second to think about the implications of this stuff, I am going to interpret our most basic drives to be the product of natural selection and evolution, a glacial force that has been directed by the simple, viral command, "SPREAD YER GENES!"
to be continued...
Friday, November 21, 2008
Lucky Strike Party #1 feat. Klever
This is an idea slowly becoming a movement: Lucky Strike. A Dance Party? Yes. A Dance Party. An all-out bash and, for this edition, tribute to the beauty of patterned sweaters. Rochester is the home of a menagerie of indie dance parties, each of which has evolved its own following and scene. Our mission is to create an amorphous scene, a collective, cooperative gathering of booty shakers and head bashers and pelvis thrusters. The music will be very, very good. And that's all you should need to know.
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