David Fincherdirected a spot for Adidas a while back that blew me away... Now we have a machine that'll let us do the same thing (the moving floor panels part, not the robotic legs part). My question is how do you get off the machine?
Had a meandering conversation with AT at Chez Prome the other day, over a Whisky and Green Tea (try it, it's good) where we discussed the idea of a device that would overlay or remove elements from your field of view. Imagine removing all those ugly condos that seem to be springing up everywhere... or say you couldn't stand poodles - you could have them disappear. Sophisticated poodle-detection algorithms would kick in and replace the poodle with a clean background of whatever is behind it. Combine this crap-removal device with some kind of social networking software that would let you filter out all the people in the crowd who were right wing nutjobs or had halitosis and we could be looking at a perfect world. Of course all that shit would still be there - you just couldn't see it. I guess you'd have to have some kind of collision avoidance system too or you could walk into someone or step on a poodle. Anyway, while checking the Siggraphblog I was pleasantly surprised to find that research into this is already underway and they seem to be making pretty good headway. Unfortunately they seem to think that it's all gonna be about museum tours or medical imaging or something. Yawn.
Here's a comb I invented - it has a built in calculator. If anyone is still confused (not naming any names) here is a poem that should help:
The gibberings comb through
The ether fields
To bespeak electron smoke,
Comb its hair in delight and despair,
Evoke snarls and curls and waves
In art nouveau somersaults
Of evanescent linear geometries.
The cell phones multiply like roaches
In spite of all reproaches of expense,
The intense intentions to blabber
Overwhelm with quotidian contents
In torrents with electro-magnetic epileptic fits
Of bits and bytes that feed on mind like saprophytes,
Sink tendrils into rationality,
Suck sense and nonsense indiscriminate
And vomit both into the galaxy.
Just for the record... here is the photo of the dome in Montreal... or more like of what is left...
More Info on the project back in 67:
"I am enthusiastic over humanity’s extraordinary and sometimes very timely ingenuities. If you are in a shipwreck and all the boats are gone, a piano top buoyant enough to keep you afloat that comes along makes a fortuitous life preserver. But this is not to say that the best way to design a life preserver is in the form of a piano top. I think that we are clinging to a great many piano tops in accepting yesterday’s fortuitous contrivings as constituting the only means for solving a given problem. Our brains deal exclusively with special-case experiences. Only our minds are able to discover the generalized principles operating without exception in each and every special-experience case which if detected and mastered will give knowledgeable advantage in all instances."
Taken from Fuller's Operating Manual For Spaceship Earth
One island in one ocean...from space
"...we're all astronauts aboard a little spaceship called Earth" -> see satellite photo
It's the 109th anniversary of Buckminster Fuller's birth. If you don't know who he is then FGI (fucking google it). Ataullah took some pics on infrared film at Fuller's geodesic dome built for the Expo in Montreal (actually the shell that remained after the skin caught fire).