fab-ricated

(fbr-kt) tr.v. fab·ri·cat·ed, fab·ri·cat·ing, fab·ri·cates
1. To make; create.
2. To construct by combining or assembling diverse, typically standardized parts: fabricate integrated circuits.
3. To concoct in order to deceive: fabricate an excuse
5 days ago
Circe Odyssey, Angel Island State Park, the We Players. May 25, 2012  Sorceress in Homer’s Odyssey as “The loveliest of all immortals”. Circe transformed her enemies, or those who offended her, into animals through the use of magical potions. She was known for her vast knowledge of drugs and herbs.

Circe

Odyssey, Angel Island State Park, the We Players. May 25, 2012 

Sorceress in Homer’s Odyssey as “The loveliest of all immortals”. Circe transformed her enemies, or those who offended her, into animals through the use of magical potions. She was known for her vast knowledge of drugs and herbs.

1 week ago
… the brain constructs our experience of reality from a truly imperfect set of biophysical tools, resulting in a “grand simulation of everything around you.” For instance, “You have one megapixel eyeballs compared with your eight megapixel camera” … In addition to collecting a relatively small amount of information from a scene, the eye itself has a large blind spot, where the optic nerve that ferries information to the brain pierces the light-collecting retina at the back of the eye; the brain fills in the visual gap to create the illusion of your vision acting like a seamless movie camera.

—Neuro-Magic

4 weeks ago

the wake of the past, b. obama

Moments trip gently along over here. Snow caps the bushes in unexpected ways, birds shoot and spin like balls of sound. My feet hum over the dry walks. A storm smoothes the sky, impounding the city lights, returning to us a dull yellow glow. I run every other day at the small indoor track [at Columbia] which slants slightly upward like a plate; I stretch long and slow, twist and shake, the fatigue, the inertia finding home in different parts of the body. I check the time and growl—aargh!—and tumble onto the wheel. And bodies crowd and give off heat, some people are in front and you can hear the patter or plod of the steps behind. You look down to watch your feet, neat unified steps, and you throw back your arms and run after people, and run from them and with them, and sometimes someone will shadow your pace, step for step, and you can hear the person puffing, a different puff than yours, and on a good day they’ll come up alongside and thank you for a good run, for keeping a good pace, and you nod and keep going on your way, but you’re pretty pleased, and your stride gets lighter, the slumber slipping off behind you, into the wake of the past.
Vanity Fair

4 weeks ago
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cyanide-designs:

Through ceramics Michelle Taylor creates a narrative of maternal loss.

Using a combination of ceramic and textile processes Michelle connects to what she has lost; breaking down reclaimed china with industrial processes and piecing it back together using the nurturing, tactile practices of knitting and sewing.

The paradoxical materials suggest a healing process, the mending of a broken heart.

Michelle’s work is currently being exhibited at the RBSA gallery.

(via an-itinerant-poet)

1 month ago
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[M]any philosophers in the West … have tended to conceptualize the literal as “normal,” and the figural as “aberrant,” as seen in the etymology of the word “trope”: a “swerve” or “turn” from “normal” speech. This view takes literal language as the language of discourse and cognition, where figuration is not merely ornamental, but perhaps non-cognitive, or even anti-cognitive.

We generally call this anti-cognitive domain of asserting lies “art”, and its benighted practitioners have from time to time disputed the common philosophical condemnation of the metaphoric.

—Neil Easterbrook on China Miéville’s sci-fi novel, Embassytown.