Fire Chasers looks amazing:
US wildfires burned 10 million acres in the US last year exceeding six billion dollars in costs, making it the most destructive annual natural disaster in the world. Fire Chasers plunges deeper into California wildfires than ever before with unprecedented access granted by CalFire and the breathtaking imagery of acclaimed film and photo artist, Jeff Frost. This visually groundbreaking project follows the intersecting lives of firefighters and those who record their fury; an epic adventure film with a vital message.
Definitely one to watch with your display set at the highest available resolution.
So patently obvious and instantly appealing that it makes you wonder why the world isn’t full of 14-foot-tall, 7-foot-wide three-letter bus stop typography sculptures that spell out the word BUS.
I appreciate that this was a public sculpture rather than a serious proposal for a functional structure, but wouldn't the lack of protection against inclement weather and the very limited number of seats available relative to the amount of space the damned thing takes up render it singularly useless as a bus stop?1
In the real world, that guy relaxing and claiming the entire letter 'S' for himself would be politely asked to sit up and leave room for someone else, for a start.
Not a criticism of the artists, more one of the journalist talking nonsense. Or perhaps I'm just in a grumpy mood this afternoon because my back's playing up… ↩
In the middle of a MetaFilter thread about the relative attractiveness of various military aircaft, MeFi user Devonian found the perfect words to express something that I've felt ever since I was in the Air Training Corps back in the 1970s and spent a week's summer camp at RAF Marham, which was home at the time to a squadron of Victor tanker aircraft:
Yeah, the Vulcan is best appreciated when it - preferably them - are doing a QRA-style get-upstairs-fast scramble from the runway you're standing next to. Static, it's impressive just for its size and alien-ness (although not as Vogonesque as the Victor, which still looks like something from a parallel universe where Chris Foss is a defence minister) but you don't get the pretty. Cranked up to 11 and pointing at the sky, it's just pure triangular porn.
Which is a shame, given it's designed to kill people in seven-digit quantities. It's easier to feel good about, say, Concorde, which can't even kill you by alcohol poisoning as there's just not enough time during the trip to drink that much champagne.
posted by Devonian at 6:25 PM on February 24
Seriously, I was as awe struck by the sight and sound of a Vulcan bomber (especially one flying low) as the next air cadet, but for my money there has never been another big aircraft - not even the Concorde - quite as futuristic looking as the Handley Page Victor.
If you're seated in your shiny modern open plan office at a desk that's equipped with a Tomako, aren't you going to find yourself being disturbed by colleagues who are trying to figure out who's hiding inside the damned thing? Especially if your office is set up to allow hot desking, so they can't tell who you are by where you're sitting. Pretty much defeats the objective of being undisturbed, you'd think…
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Tomoko is a sheltering, acoustic piece of office furniture for privacy and concentration in open-plan offices, lobbies, recovery rooms and other open spaces. Tomoko helps you to create an immediate territory of your own by eliminating elements that interfere with your concentration, such as noise or visual distractions. At the same time, it signals to others that you are not to be disturbed. At home, Tomoko gives you a quiet place for reading a relaxing book or focusing on your home office work. Tomoko can also be built as a light fitting. The hood is made of 100% recyclable polyester felt and the base is powder-coated.
Alternatively, perhaps the idea is to get all the managers - whose work is so important that they simply must remain undisturbed at all costs - to don a Tomako so that everyone else can go about their work uninterrupted.
I have to confess, reading Mallory Ortberg's account of the letter Ayn Rand sent to her teenaged niece in response to a request to borrow US$25 to buy a dress makes me warm to the old monster, just a tiny bit:
The Letters of Ayn Rand is a thing of beauty and a joy forever. It is a perpetual source of comfort and inspiration to me. Every morning, Ayn Rand must have thrust herself forth from her steel bed and asked herself "What is the most Ayn Rand thing that I can do today?"
On May 22, 1949, the answer was to write a letter to her young niece, who had sent her a short note asking to borrow $25 for a new dress.
To Connie Papurt, AR's niece, a daughter of Frank's sister, Agnes Papurt
May 22, 1949
You are very young, so I don't know whether you realize the seriousness of your action in writing to me for money. Since I don't know you at all, I am going to put you to a test.
If you really want to borrow $25 from me, I will take a chance on finding out what kind of person you are. You want to borrow the money until your graduation. I will do better than that. I will make it easier for you to repay the debt, but on condition that you understand it as a strict and serious business deal. Before you borrow it, I want you to think it over very carefully.
Here are my conditions: [Details of repayment schedule follow…]
I want you to drop–if you have it in your mind–the idea that you are entitled to take money or support from me, just because we happen to be relatives. I want you to understand very clearly, right now, when you are young, that no honest person believes that he is obliged to support his relatives. I don't believe it and will not to do it. I cannot like you or want to help you without reason. But you can earn my liking, my interest and my help by showing me that you are a good person.
Apparently history doesn't record how young Connie responded to this offer. I like to think that Connie thanked her aunt for the advice but politely declined to accept a loan on the terms her aunt offered.
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