Battle of the Centaurs by Michelangelo Buonarroti
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From the category archives:
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El Perro (1819-23)
Robert Hughes:
“Goya was one of those uncommon artists who had the daring, or the folly, to take on the whole scale of human fate. It was a huge scale, and nobody works on it today, because our sense of the possibility of art — what it can do, what it can say, and why it can matter — is so depleted. But it never occurred to Goya that art might not be able to say anything and everything about our nature, our desires and our fears. He just assumed that it could, and he went ahead. And by assuming it, he left us with the difficult task of living up to his peculiar intensity. And if we can’t, as is likely, at least he shows us that. Nearly two hundred years after he died, to meet Goya, is still to meet ourselves. “
Goya and his doctor
At the bottom of the painting:
“Goya agradecido á su amigo Arrieta: por el acierto y esmero con q.e le salvo la vida en su aguda y peligrosa enfermedad, padecida á fines del año 1819, a los setenta y tres años de su edad. Lo pintó en 1820.”
Google’s attempted translation:
“Goya grateful to his friend Arrieta: for the wisdom and care with [...] saved his life in his acute and dangerous illness suffered at the end of 1819, at seventy – three years of age. It was painted in 1820.”
And a reminder:
From sometime in the last four years of his life
The translation of Aún aprendo: “I am still learning.”
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Or an Undulating Fragment from Oblivion?
I don’t know.
But this image that the Hubble Space Telescope took is quite beautiful:
X at 11000mph
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I actually choked on a snowflake earlier this evening, but my cold, wet walk was worth it.
This evening in Portland
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CERN flipped the switch again on the Large Hadron Collider, two proton beams sped towards each other — a crash, then sub-atomic shrapnel.
And a roomful of people experience a moment of joy that’s been 14 years in the making:
LHC Scientists: Professional Ecstasy
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I went momiji-viewing late this afternoon, and there was just something in the air, or the light, or the drizzle, or the combination that seemed like an ending.
Can fall be over already?
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On the 60th anniversary of the founding of the (so-called) People’s Republic of China, this image resonated with me:
Camouflage 2 by Liu Bolin
From photographer Liu Bolin:
“I choose to merge myself into the environment. Saying that I am disappeared in the environment, it would be better to say that the environment has licked me up and I can not choose active and passive relationship.
In the environment of emphasizing cultural heritage, concealment is actually no place to hide.”
via Shoot! The Blog and designboom
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I never expected to post any cat pictures on this particular blog, but there are moments for everything. And when a form reaches a pinnacle like this, lines must be crossed, and implied rules tossed.
(Why not throw in a facile and silly rhyme, too?)
It is a slightly misshapen watermelon...
I don’t know who took this picture, or how or why. (I found it via reddit.com)
But I identify with this cat, its absurd situation, and the look of determination on its face despite its surreal and quasi-Sisyphean task. (I’m projecting, of course.)
Cribbing from some anonymous Wikipedian:
Albert Camus, in his 1942 essay The Myth of Sisyphus, sees Sisyphus as personifying the absurdity of human life, but concludes “one must imagine Sisyphus happy” as “The struggle itself towards the heights is enough to fill a man’s heart.”
Or, perhaps, a cat’s heart.
Keep pushing, little watermelon cat. I imagine you happy.
Or at least out of the water, with your nose buried deep in that watermelon.
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The focus needs some work...
No, that’s not a pinhole-camera photo of someone with a plutonium throat lozenge in their mouth.
Researchers at IBM have created the first image of a single molecule using a “crazy powerful microscope” — with an exposure time of 20 hours.
And for those of you wincing at my second science post in one week, here’s a little excerpt of Lucretius, translated by Rolfe Humphries:
Never suppose the atoms had a plan,
Nor with a wise intelligence imposed
An order on themselves, nor in some pact
Agreed what movements each should generate.
No, it was all fortuitous; for years,
For centuries, for eons, all those motes
In infinite varieties of ways
Have always moved, since infinite time began,
Are driven by collisions, are borne on
By their own weight, in every kind of way
Meet and combine, try every possible,
Every conceivable pattern, till at length
Experiment culminates in that array
Which makes great things begin: the earth, the sky,
The ocean, and the race of living creatures.
Living creatures that can now capture images of those motes. Even if they are fuzzy.
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That’s how long it took the Hubble Space Telescope — pointed towards “absolutely nothing” — to capture the 10,000 galaxies visible in the Hubble Ultra Deep Field image:
via gizmodo
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The BBC goes behind the scenes of Brian Eno’s 77 Million Paintings project as it was projected on the surface of the Sydney Opera House:
There is also a profile of the project, with some technical details about how it was put together, on Apple’s website:
“77 Million Paintings” continues to evolve. “We’ve been discussing the idea of using natural selection in the next project,” says Taylor. “When users see a combination of images they like, they’ll be able to hit a button and the computer will remember it. Likewise, the user will be able to kill certain combinations. At the end of a very long period of time, you’ll have a handful of images that have survived the selection process. Then the program will stop. Everyone’s choices will be different.”
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It's in stone, so it must be true...
It’s a little hard to read, so here’s the transcription:
There ain’t any answer,
there ain’t going to be any answer,
there never has been any answer,
that’s the answer.– Gertrude Stein, 1946
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Eggplant from the Portland Farmers' Market
I hope it delights the palate as much as the eyes…
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Bugs in lights, filmed with long exposures, reveal their true nature as abstract expressionists:
flight patterns from Charlie McCarthy on Vimeo.
via Andrew Sullivan
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Irrepressible
By fascists — with batons — this mark was made.
Her smile says: “Our resistance will not fade.”
Wishing the people of Iran all the best in your struggle for your human rights to freely express yourselves and be treated with dignity.
The world admires your courage.
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