"A post on social media website Reddit, which bills itself as “the front page of the Internet,” provides an overview of how fast the field of prosthetics is advancing. In the thread, a girl whose screen-name is Angel, shares a picture where she operates a bow and arrow with a prosthetic arm. A congenital amputee, Angel also features a picture of one of the 20 plus prostheses she’s worn throughout her life.
The arm has two electrodes located within the socket of the prosthesis, triggering the arm to open and close when certain muscles are flexed. In the thread, Angel also provides information on the DARPA’s DEKA arm, which, as she puts it, “has feet IMU’s (Inertial measurement units) [that] can tell when I hold my feet in different positions (toe up or toe down). This controls the different grips I can put the hand in (left foot IMU), as well as the movement of the wrist (right foot IMU)…”
Young Amputee Highlights Advances in Prosthetics on Reddit
She’s painted her nails and that is so awesome. Life in The Early Future folks.
When people talk about "Can videogames be art?" they tend to forget a videogame where you play as an unsuccessful grim reaper who attempts to solve a vast mystery in the Land Of The Dead by, in part, scaring skeleton pigeons with a balloon animal in the shape of American poet Robert Frost, for reasons of facilitating guerilla revolution.
There’s another bit with poetry too. You have to freestyle beat poetry. In some games you just shoot people. In this game you freestyle beat poetry.
Oh, and there’s another bit where you throw a quick four lines of iambs out in a loose pentameter all about death at sea which I have committed to memory:
It shone like a bone as I stood there alone,
And I thought to myself how the moon,
That night cast its light on my heart’s true delight,
And the reef where her body was strewn.
It doesn’t achieve anything, learning this poem. You don’t unlock some useful character interaction once you’ve learned it. It’s there because someone decided to throw it in there. A minigame where the only thing you gain is a neat little poem.
That beats the hell out of scoring points.
There’s no points system in this game at all. You have no health bar, nor lives counter (you’re dead throughout, after all), nor need to collect credits. The only reason to play is that it’s such a gorgeous experience.
There is a lot of poetry in this game. And art. And architecture. And really really beautiful music. And woven throughout this is a story which is silly and clever and joyous and sad and brilliant. This is the best game I’ve ever played.
And it’s finally coming out on all the download platforms. You should get it. It’s a thing of beauty.
Carine Roitfeld is the Walt Disney of what Tumblr is today. She is the Kanye West of what Tumblr is today. She’s the single most important person to what street style is today.
Kanye West, of who Kanye West is today, recommending that you follow crfashionbook. (via GQ)
New Life Aim: Being called the Kanye of anything at all by Kanye.
Pretty much every part of Wicked + Divine #2 is set in a real location. One of them is the Romantics Room at the National Portrait Gallery. Kieron even wrote the scene there, although I’m not sure how, as there were no seats in the room when I visited on Thursday. I took this sneaky photo after I’d taken notes in case I got thrown out, me having had run ins with the NPG before.
I was looking for clues. alwaysalreadyangry pointed out that the Shelley and Byron pictures in WicDiv #2 were based on the real ones. But they are different. The portrait of Mary Shelley in the NPG does not have a ponytail, winged ears, or ravens; and the one of Byron does not have him dressed all in red with a goatee.
We know Byron is Satan from Cass saying that Luci is the latest incarnation of “Mad, Bad and Dangerous to Know" (this quote is one of about five facts I know about Byron and has been burned into my brain since a teacher described me as such at school). We can infer that Mary Shelley is Woden, who is Odin’s English analogue (the ravens being equivalent to Hugin and Munin). That leaves Percy Shelley, on the right, looking rather similar to the original, which is quite goffic. Is he the Morrigan? (I’d originally thought Mary was the Morrigan, because there is really None More Goth than writing Frankenstein, is there? But Woden makes more sense.)
Since I was there I had a look at the rest of the sequence. The other portraits, less prominently featured, are Humphry Davy (in the next room), Francis Chantrey, Princess Charlotte on the first page of the sequence; J. M. W. Turner (and a corner of William Blake) on the second; and on the last we have John Clare, Robert Bakewell and Edward Jenner in the first panel and William Wordsworth, Mary Wollstonecraft and Thomas Paine. None of these seem different in the same way as Shelley and Byron. A couple are completely different colours, but that might just be Matt not having reference. It is possible to overanalyse these things. (It is possible I reached that point some time ago.)
You can find online versions of all these portraits at the NPG website, or go in and visit. The standing exhibits are free, although they solicit donations.
I love that this early in, and already The Wicked And The Divine has turned into a game for its readers, everyone trying to match what we already know about our world with what we can interpolate, extrapolate, speculate or otherwise scrape off the comic book world as it leaks into our own, inferences made as we watch how the edges line up, as Kieron and Jamie sit back and stir the pot.
You don’t get that with Aquaman.
"The thing is Lucifer is not just a comic character. He’s real mythology. Sure, WicDiv’s version of Lucifer is not meant to follow the original Christian pantheon 100% but it’s still the equivalent of deciding to make Morgan Le Fay into a man or Zeus into a woman. A lot of people also forget there are “real satanists” today who still worship the devil. Christians would get offended if Christ was gender-bent yet Lucifer seems to be “fair game” for this kind of random derpitude." - Someone call Lucien Deshade and warn him about this comic immediately!
True story, a friend of mine is married to a lovely American lady. And the first time he went over there to meet her family he made a conscious effort to moderate his drinking, having just half a dozen beers in an evening (he can double that, we all can, easy) in an attempt to be a responsible grownup.
And then the next morning they sat him down to have a very concerned chat about his excessive drinking. With him the whole time wanting to declare “OH I NORMALLY DRINK WAY MORE THAN THAT.”
The wedding was held in the UK. I imagine the Americans felt like I did when I went to a Russian wedding once (short version - Russians can drink vodka like water in quantities that will totally destroy a Brit, and look totally damn sophisticated while they do it).
I mean, shit, me and my lot had been drinking on the train before we even fucking arrived at the reception.
Being a monster is empowering.