The metric system is a tool of the devil! My car gets forty rods to the hogshead, and that's how I likes it.
Welcome to Hotel Infinity: a child's primer for Hilbert's paradox of the Grand Hotel. No I'm not kidding.
Michael Bowers, a graduate student at Vanderbilt University, has discovered a way to make quantum dots emit a clear white light.
When you shine a light on quantum dots or apply electricity to them, they react by producing their own light, normally a bright, vibrant color. But when Bowers shined a laser on his batch of dots, something unexpected happened.
"I was surprised when a white glow covered the table," Bowers said. "The quantum dots were supposed to emit blue light, but instead they were giving off a beautiful white glow."
Then Bowers and another student got the idea to stir the dots into polyurethane and coat a blue LED light bulb with the mix. The lumpy bulb wasn't pretty, but it produced white light similar to a regular light bulb.
The new device gives off a warm, yellowish-white light that shines twice as bright and lasts 50 times longer than the standard 60 watt light bulb.
This work is published online in the Oct. 18 edition of the Journal of the American Chemical Society.
Doing something stupid once is just plain stupid. Doing something stupid twice is a philosophy.
If civilization falls and you need to make a computer that runs without electricity, you might want to look into LEGO logic gates.
Warning: A computer of any practical size made of these gates will either deform under the stresses put on it or will melt from the heat generated by friction. So your civilization will stay fallen. Sorry to get your hopes up.
I noticed that Wikipedia was missing something I knew about, so I added it: the Sundance Sea. I once again am the infinite source of useless knowledge. Although I imagine this is actually useful knowledge.
The key is to get the flour-to-gunpowder ratio exactly right.
You, my friend, appear to need to know how to be a scientific crackpot.
I cannot stop laughing. It is a deep, hearty laugh that ends with me killing a subordinate for not laughing loudly enough, for I have now seen the theme to Sesame Street translated into Klingon.
Sweepin' the clouds away
On my way
to where the air is sweet.
Can you tell me how to get,
how to get to Sesame Street?
A day of the daytime star.
The clouds are compelled to commence fleeing, and are filled with dread.
I have a destination;
and there, because of the atmosphere, I am pleased.
Describe to me immediately
how to go to Sesame Street.
Link via the extremely talented Betty Ragan
There is no reason why good cannot triumph as often as evil. The triumph of anything is a matter of organization. If there are such things as angels, I hope that they are organized along the lines of the Mafia.
That dork Tom Brinkman, who voted against re-ratifying the 14th Amendment, is still in office. Get to work on firing him, please.
Link provided by Dirisha Zuri.
Archaeologists in China have found the world's oldest noodles.
[The noodleolite] was in amongst the human wreckage that scientists found an upturned earthenware bowl filled with brownish-yellow, fine clay.
When they lifted the inverted container, the noodles were found sitting proud on the cone of sediment left behind.
"It was this unique combination of factors that created a vacuum or empty space between the top of the sediment cone and the bottom of this bowl that allowed the noodles to be preserved," Professor Kam-biu Liu said.
The noodles resemble the La-Mian noodle, the team says; a traditional Chinese noodle that is made by repeatedly pulling and stretching the dough by hand.
For Joe: The Daily SuDoKu.
The Geneva wheel escapement is the most beautiful machine, in both form and function, I have ever seen. (Turn on Java to see it.)
In college, before video games, we would amuse ourselves by posing programming exercises. One of the favorites was to write the shortest self-reproducing program. Since this is an exercise divorced from reality, the usual vehicle was FORTRAN. Actually, FORTRAN was the language of choice for the same reason that three-legged races are popular.
Rolling Stone reports the story of Kid Cannabis, the pizza-delivery boy from Idaho who became a drug kingpin. It's a fascinating (and almost certainly atypical) glimpse into a world I know little about.
Perhaps unwisely, the guys flagrantly ignored an oft-quoted maxim from Scarface - namely, never get high on your own supply. "We were stoned every day," Scuzz confirms. "Me and Nate would just take the best-looking bags. I don't think I had a sober day for three years. I mean," he quickly adds, "a lot of it was networking. We were finding clients. You know, go hang out at some dude's house, smoke with him, find out if he knows anybody out of state to sell to. Next day, go to some other dude's house. But in the in-between time, yeah, we'd be rolling two-ounce joints and playing video games."
Such behavior, while enjoyable, led to the occasional lapse in judgment. Example: Nate decided he needed a Cadillac Escalade, so he sent a couple of his guys -- with $40,000 in cash -- to buy one from some dude in North Dakota.
"The dumb-asses," says Detective Morgan, "took a video camera."
"It's like watching Wayne's World," says Cikutovich, Nate's lawyer. "They're videotaping themselves smoking doobies. Then they get there and there's no Escalade, and they're going, 'Dude! Let's find this guy and beat him up!'" Nate eventually bought the Escalade in Seattle, paying cash and telling the salesman he won the money gambling.
"We were doing a lot of stupid s---," groans Scuzz. "I mean, we were living in a town where, if you get in a car wreck, your mom's uncle will know immediately. Everyone knows everything that's going on. And we're moving hundreds of pounds of weight, making millions of dollars. But we were a bunch of eighteen-year-olds, and we weren't thinking about the long run. We just had that attitude. We didn't give a f---."
Serenity in 2000 words or less. I cannot improve upon Sue's warning, which is "Spoilers. do not go here if you want to see Serenity and haven't."
The timeless appeal of our ancient texts doth amaze. Three members of our quiet region lie within the world's top 5% of publishing sectors. If fact, a new edition of "The Collected Wisdom of Father Dagon (with a new Foreward by Mother Hydra)" is planned for release in time for the Surface Dwellers' holiday shopping season. There are things that Man was not meant to know. They can now be found in a beautiful leather-bound edition at a Borders near you. Ia!
--"The Most Serene Republic of City of the Deep Ones"
The natural world never ceases to amaze, as it does with news of a marathon shark.
A female great white shark has completed the first documented round-trip ocean crossing by a shark, swimming farther than any other known shark, according to a new study.
Nicole, as the shark is being called, traveled from Africa to Australia and back—a total of 12,400 miles (more than 20,000 kilometers)—in nine months. The feat also set a second record: fastest return migration of any known marine animal.
The shark's approximately 6,900-mile (11,100-kilometer), 99-day swim from South Africa to Australia was tracked with an electronic tag that had been attached on November 7, 2003. The device had been set to pop off on a specific date in late February 2004.
After floating to the surface, the tag told a satellite the details of its journey. The information was then automatically relayed to scientists' e-mail accounts.
Picture contributed by Fred Coppersmith.
All of the sets and props for Aardman Animation have been destroyed.
And when they engulf and devour a Swedish embassy, whom does the coalition force to read an apology to the UN?
English as She is Spoke versus Babelfish!
This is one of the more impressive things I've seen on the Internet: a bunch of Russian artists all riffing on the same artwork. I've seen artist jams like this in the past, but this one is excellent.