And the confidence of a nation is hence restored.
The Sack’s Inner Light
These geometric and scrolling motifs seemed somehow familiar to me, though it did not dawn on me until years later that this was because I had seen them not only in my environment but in my own head, that these patterns resonated with my own inner experience of the intricate tilings and swirls of migraine.
This is from Oliver Sacks (‘The Sack’ if I can borrow a nickname from a friend) writing in the NY Times on the visual patterns, the scintillating scotoma he lives with as a migraine sufferer.
The above image is a crude depiction of what happens in my visual field (and has for as long as I can remember) when I put the slightest amount of pressure around my eye sockets. The brown-tinted checkerboard undulates, the semi-translucent clouds cycle through, the purple stars and the green ring of fire. As a kid, I thought it was a magic trick or superpower unique to me, and years ago I attempted to find out whether it was actually a shared phenomenon.
The closest I came was finding a person in New Zealand who has developed the practice of pushing on one’s eyeballs into a deeply meaningful spiritual method he or she calls The Inner Light Technique.
Until 3quarksdaily picked up the Sacks piece, I had no idea the patterns were associated with headaches, but I’m speculating that a similar type of pressure is being applied to the visual apparatus of migraine sufferers without the aid of fingers. Lucky them.
I’d be curious to see what other people see.
UPDATE: A reader named Matthew tells me that the phenomenon I’ve described is a common entoptic phenomenon known as a phosphene. From Matthew:
I used to have a Sesame Street record that had all the characters talking about what they saw when they closed their eyes. Oscar insisted he saw only darkness but the other muppets tried to explain you could see all sorts of patterns and stars and stuff.
Thanks, Matthew. This made my day.
1ON1 Freestyle Battle Finale 2007 - Deutschland
Maybe you’re growing tired of all these German freestyle battles everyone’s posting lately, but if not, here’s one more. Check it out, Shaggie Schween.
Examining the Obvious in Great Detail
Based on some common rules-of-thumb, I’d written several books worth of email messages over the previous five years — posts to mailing lists and a ton of personal correspondence, all of which I tried to write the hell out of. Around that same time, it became obvious that the outlet I’d been waiting for was available: I needed to start my own weblog.-John Gruber
There are so many quotables in Shawn Blanc’s fantastic interview with Gruber, the prolific guru of Daring Fireball, but I knew I was in for a treat when, at the exact moment I read Gruber’s simple affirmation, “Writing is a lonely endeavor,” Three Dog Night’s One started playing from down the hall.
If you care about this kind of stuff, read the interview. It’s thoughtful and well-paced and inspiring. And if Gruber’s words weren’t enough to inspire, he shares with Shawn’s readers some of the words of Stanley Kubrick:
Sometimes the truth of a thing is not so much in the think of it, as in the feel of it.
Americans: “Do not play God with my nanos”
I made a joke a few days ago in mock mockery of Ray Kurzweil’s declarations on the future melding of man and machine, invoking the religious stance taken against such advancements by what I thought to be a batshit few.
But according to a Science Daily article, the batshit is more substantial in mass and toxicity than I had anticipated. It seems that (from a relatively small polling sample) Americans object to the implementation of nanotechnology for biological purposes in far greater numbers than others polled around the world - whereas 46 percent of UK respondents, 37 percent of Germans and 28 percent of French find the practice morally objectionable, a whopping 70.5 percent of Americans have put their dirty bare self-righteous cavedwelling feet down on the issue.
via io9
Variety SHAC - Hot Apple Cider!
Maybe you like Stella because of the way David Wain, Michael Showalter and Michael Ian Black linger on a joke or an awkward exchange, belaboring the mannerisms we never pay a second thought until they’re stretched out and the ridiculous shows through. Maybe you like Stella because Stella shorts never need to end up anywhere, they just need to happen.
If you like these things about Stella, you’ll like these things about Variety SHAC, and if you like pretty ladies being funny together, oh man, you should check ‘em out.
via Chelsea Peretti who has made enough appearances here that it’s starting to get weird
George Harrison and Pattie Boyd, England, 1968
(Alt. title: Layla)
After meeting the Quiet One as a young model cast as a fan in A Hard Day’s Night, the two married. At some point, Eric Clapton met and fell unrequitedly in love with Pattie but could only satisfy his longing by shacking up with her 17-year-old sister Paula. Clapton wrote one of his best-known songs, Layla, about Pattie, causing the sister to get wise and dump him.
Years later, Pattie got fed up with George’s infidelity,* the last straw being an affair with Ringo’s wife, Maureen Stark, and Clapton finally got his Layla [insert something here about being gotten on his knees].
A tumultuous marriage led to Pattie’s alcoholism, which Clapton (naturally) documented in a song, The Shape You’re In. Chicks love it when musicians write songs about their dependencies. They divorced in ‘89.
photo via vintagephoto
*Suited for a footnote, my friend Raza gave me an early bday present last night of The Best of Cheaters Uncensored 2 on DVD, which I believe to be the best of American documentary of the early 2000s. Also suited for a footnote, he gave me a rare signed copy of Infinite Jest Uncorrected Advance Proof, which, you know… he has my number.
Doing a nice thing FTW
This just happened across the country, I learned about it as it happened* and my day is that much brighter.
I once left my wallet in a cab in NYC. The driver found my business card, called my cell and returned it to me within an hour. Sometimes, I’m proud to be a person.
*reordered chronologically, via @buzz
Index finger in twirling motion near temple
Humans and machines would eventually merge, by means of devices embedded in people’s bodies to keep them healthy and improve their intelligence, predicted Mr. Kurzweil.“We’ll have intelligent nanobots go into our brains through the capillaries and interact directly with our biological neurons,” he told BBC News.
Oh, oh, yeah and we’ll have tiny steam engines like embedded in our antibodies and nanocarbon fiber-optic supercomputer antidisestablishmentarianism in our central nervous system what is this guy smoking? If God intended for machines and humans to merge He would have made hot robots to have sex with us.
Ray Kurzweil is a god to me. I love this man and his ideas have singularly changed my outlook on life. When I see him in the news, I want to hug the news.
