Never ask her anything at all. I mean… who cares? Why do people constantly try to squeeze infotainment from the emotionally ill? It ain’t healthy, all around. For anyone.
Never ask her anything at all. I mean… who cares? Why do people constantly try to squeeze infotainment from the emotionally ill? It ain’t healthy, all around. For anyone.
Coconut Earhart Pizza Crab
MGM just sitting there on the sidelines smiling quietly, gently scratching the head of a purring “2001”.
Well I’ll be gol-darned… there ain’t nothin’ new under the sun anymore.
But at least I arrived at it independently… or did I? Maybe I saw this Bernie meme some months ago and forgot about it, but my subconscious didn’t.
I can almost hear the cheesy “tough guy” slang of the time…
“It’s coitans for you, Rocky, ya hear me? Coitans!”
“Step on it, Rocky, they’re right behind us!”
“You’ll never take me alive, copper!”
It says “breakfast”, yet it also seems like it’s still dark outside.
The faces do feel like it’s 5am or something, who knows if they’ve even slept yet.
Oh my god, this new unexpected, poignant context takes the whole thing to another level.
However: the painting looks pristine compared to the room it is hanging in, so maybe it was placed there long after the building (the entire town, maybe?) was abandoned, for the photo. If so, it was a master stroke, as this image tells several profound stories on several simultaneous levels.
I’m trying to put this… thing, into words, and the one term that keeps on swirling in there, like Jupiter’s red spot it won’t go away, is spicy maths.
Maybe the turbulence was inside us all along / the friends we made along the way.
Then Einstein and Bohr broke everything again. Then Dirac and Feynman put it back together again. Now, we’ve basically got it all worked out…
Then all-depression humor all the time isn’t humor anymore, you know? It’s just… depression.
I say we take off and drop the ring from Gandalf’s eagles. It’s the only way to be sure.
Dude trying to get it from first principles!
Which is what I also lean towards. Give it to me step by step and I need to clearly map out each one… then the mind wanders and when I snap back to attention, I’ve lost the plot already, my mathematical surroundings are unclear, disorienting.
Add to this an erratic series of math teachers - some of them good, some of them blah - and this day trigonometry to me is a jumbled mess, but I loved calculus and was pretty good at probability and statistics.
Among so many other wonderful things, Roger Penrose contained in a single image the mathematics of infinity in our universe, which then can be folded open mathematically further, to reveal a chain of universes in a multiverse.
An adaptation or upgrade of the Minkowski 4D space diagram (extremely useful in Einstein Relativity, integrating movement through space and time), it’s now called a Penrose Diagram, no less.
Look at it for a minute. It is deceptively simple. It took generations of great minds to slowly distill to maximum visual simplicity a mathematical expression that encompasses something as wildly vast as an infinite universe with finite speed of causality/information.
Ok, I just gotta pause, take a breath, and say - the selection of art in this instance has consistently been beyond outstanding. So many surprises such as this. A Penrose doing abstract art with mathematical underpinings… so delightfully fitting.
I’ve loved the history of art for decades now, yet in every regular wave of images posted here by you, I discover so many things I never knew existed.
Meanwhile, Ignacio over there, aka Nacho:
What am I to you, chopped liver, güey? Cabrón…
Also the owner of the cheese shop, the finest in this manor, squire. So clean… certainly uncontaminated by cheese.
Can any mere man wield such ferocious, blinding power?
A terrifyingly, beautiful thing to behold. But only just a glance.
I’m scared, feel like… like an Upper Neolithic man witnessing Nikolai Tesla inside his Faraday cage, as the bright blue electric current crackles and arches all around him.
Go home, evolution, you’re drunk… or tripping balls on a heroic dose, sounds more like it.
Hey man, I can see your house from rule