Rad!! I am a Solid Color, Tartan, or Crazy Quilt kind of frood. And those look great.
I have one that was inspired by the Quilts of Geeās Bend, that I made with old jeans that I collected from friends. Is that āAmericanaā enough?
Nah just found it. Iām creatorly for other stuff.
Those are Neato. Iād etsy the fuck outta those fuckers.
Crap. Goog ārules of data normalizationā and mine is the one with multicolored line segments around the graphic.
I donāt care for Data Normalization, I want Data Gothitisation!! All tables must be multi to multi, and build to a penultimate index! No data is actually stored, it is referenced to tombstoned data. And nosql dbs fly like buttresses to keep everything stable.
(Too weird?)
Nah. I actually get it. Well most of it. I read the IQ thread, so Iām temporarily 25+ intelligence until the next round.
Stereo pair of a quail embryo from MRI. It hits a many of my buttons: stereo vision/imagery, optics and surfaces, MRI/tomography, development, brains, biomechanics and the similarity of all biological life forms (particularly vertebrate embryos). I didnāt acquire the data, but I used MRI, and I wrote and understand the software that did the rendering.
Oh I love this.
One of my high school classmates made a documentary about Geeās Bend. You can watch it on her website here:
http://www.celiacarey.com/2013-09-21-22-59-10/the-quiltmakers-of-gee-s-bend
Your quilt is very much of that tradition.
I have a beautiful, traditional quilt that my grandmother made and it is one of my perfect items in life.
Iād like to point out that all our āItās so meā stuff is either artistic, made by us, or is so care worn as to have our essences embedded into it.
Oughtānāt this to say something about our āperfect itemsā?
Iād say we love differentiation. We arenāt into the factory standards, so much as the factory seconds, with their unique individual quirks, or even better, things made or re-purposed by us from the beginning!
Quail embryo have quills already? Having witnessed various bird species develop quills and feathers only after breaking out of the shell, Iām wondering how common it is to be born with quills already in evidence?
Yes, good eye. I learned something new, too. Amazing!!!
OK, hereās a better truly me. This is my Prusa i3 3D printer that I hand-built. There are LOTS of better printers on the market now. I am going to buy one eventually. But I hand built this one. Used a plasma table at a makerspace to cut the frame out of steel. Then, slowly acquired all the parts, such as stepper motors, the print head, heated bed, driver boards, wires, rods, bearings, nuts & bolts, pulleys, belts, etc. off Ebay piece by piece, carefully specāing each one and trying not to make mistakes.
Then, the hardest part: I had to teach myself how to alter 3D parts in openSCAD, so that I could make the Prusa original files fit what I needed for my situation. Then, printed all of them out one by one in red ABS on someone elseās printer and put the whole thing together, calibrated the software, troubleshooted the shitty cheap RAMPS board that was giving me so much trouble. Eventually getting to the finish line.
I started it last August, and with life the way it is, it took me damn near six months to find the time to finish the project. If I counted the hours, I probably put about 500 into it. Maybe more, donāt know. And it has a problem right now because the print head keeps gumming up, no matter what I do with the temperature and drive speed. So I have a new print head (hot end) that Iām gonna put on it and see how that goes. Thatās how these printers always are: endless fiddling. But I love this thing. And even more, I love the process of making something with my hands and dealing with all the issues that come up. Itās mechanical art.
Iāve printed some cool shit on it. The bust is my son. I 3D scanned him then printed him out in glow-in-the-dark ABS plastic.
Next project? I fantasize ALL the time about having my own plasma cutting tableā¦ but first I need to fix the printer and my CNC, so I can use them to make parts for the plasma tableā¦
I try to find things that I love so much I never want to buy another one of that type. Like my dishes, Iāll use those forever. My grandmaās quilt - Iāll never find another bedspread I love as much. Iād like to have a whole house of that.
I donāt think those are quills. MRI highlights the distribution of water (H nuclei), and not so much keratinized tissue. This rendering is not exactly how it would look visually.
This subject was embryonic age 10 days, ex ovo. I think the bumps are dermal papilla (elongated bumps of skin), from which feathers will ultimately develop.
Hereās a nicely illustrated discussion of feather evolution and development:
http://people.eku.edu/ritchisong/feather_evolution.htm
damn, dude! fucking impressed!
Iām kinda the opposite of you, but I get where youāre coming from.
I moved when I was 13 years old, and lost so much beloved stuff in the move. I lost a bunch of scouting memorabilia, my favorite shoes, two $300.00 Tuba mouthpieces.
After that I decided that Iām never going to care about stuff. Iām going to care about people. Theyāre much better than stuff. But Iāve found myself very slowly acquiring heirlooms I donāt want to admit Iām attached to.
My folks have a beautifully crafted wall clock with a clock-work chime. Itās about 0.6 meters tall, 0.25 meters wide, and about 0.2 meters deep. Itās very dark oak, with a brass and chrome filigree face and has a winding key and everything.
Whenever the folks talk about their will (maybe once every few years), my brother and I simultaneously say āI donāt want anything from you guys, just give me the clockā, then we stare each other down.
I really hope when the folks eventually do pass away, that weāll figure out a way for one of us to have that clock without going to war with sticks and rocks and incendiary bombs.
Oh, its funny Its So Me you may not even think about it.
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steel hammer from my great grandfather. I swear it must be spring steel. It is narrow, strong, and gives no shits.
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1910 tenor sax. It is amazing. Satin silver, gold inlay. Made my wife marry me.
Makes me think, everything I have listed is an instrument of some sort, or a tool.
Third is my goatee. Shaved it many times, had beards many times, but the Van Dyke always comes back.