a massively extended version of ruthlesscalculus’ post
Full version of the My Little Pony ~Tomodachi wa Mahou~ OP theme song, “Mirai Start” by Suzuko Mimori.
There have been a lot of people lately saying the only thing standing between freedom and fascism is the right of...
Damn! Watch this railroad tanker car instantly implode:
I couldn’t find too much information on the source of this clip, but it appears to be part of a safety training video on the perils of improperly steam cleaning tanker cars. In the clip, the tanker car is filled with steam and the safety valves are disabled. The steam cools, then condenses, the pressure inside drops, and the pressure difference is big enough to crumple that huge railcar like a napkin.
You want a physicist to speak at your funeral.
You want the physicist to talk to your grieving
family about the conservation of energy, so they
will understand that your energy has not died.
You want the physicist to remind your sobbing
mother about the first law of thermodynamics;
that no energy gets created in the universe, and
none is destroyed. You want your mother to
know that all your energy, every vibration, every
Btu of heat, every wave of every particle that was
her beloved child remains with her in this world.
You want the physicist to tell your weeping
father that amid energies of the cosmos, you gave
as good as you got.
And at one point you’d hope that the physicist
would step down from the pulpit and walk to
your brokenhearted spouse there in the pew and
tell him that all the photons that ever bounced
off your face, all the particles whose paths were
interrupted by your smile, by the touch of your
hair, hundreds of trillions of particles, have raced
off like children, their ways forever changed by
you. And as your widow rocks in the arms of a
loving family, may the physicist let her know that
all the photons that bounced from you were
gathered in the particle detectors that are her
eyes, that those photons created within her
constellations of electromagnetically charged
neurons whose energy will go on forever.
And the physicist will remind the congregation of
how much of all our energy is given off as heat.
There may be a few fanning themselves with
their programs as he says it. And he will tell them
that the warmth that flowed through you in life
is still here, still part of all that we are, even as we
who mourn continue the heat of our own lives.
And you’ll want the physicist to explain to those
who loved you that they need not have faith;
indeed, they should not have faith. Let them
know that they can measure, that scientists have
measured precisely the conservation of energy
and found it accurate, verifiable and consistent
across space and time. You can hope your family
will examine the evidence and satisfy themselves
that the science is sound and that they’ll be
comforted to know your energy’s still around.
According to the law of the conservation of
energy, not a bit of you is gone; you’re just less
Filmmaker S.G. Collins argues that in 1969, it was easier to send people to the Moon than to fake the landing in a studio. Technologically speaking, it was impossible to shoot that video anywhere other than the surface of the Moon. Which sounds crazy.
Minus the childish “homo” joke towards the end, this was really interesting. I know a lot about the science of why what we saw on film was actually the moon, but haven’t really thought about what it would mean to fake it before. It’s a nice glimpse into what “state-of-the-art” was in film making circa 1969.
I did not read the “homo” joke as childish, but as a play on the scientific species name. Either in the sense that “we would not be wise, but merely men,” or else as “we would be no more developed than our prehistoric ancestors.”
31. “The French are insincere; it is an inborn trait with them.”
There are no “inborn traits” which account for the social characteristics or customs of a people. The entire body of scientific anthropology proves this.
A French child, of French descent, will react like an American if that child is raised in an American home in an American town. The same goes for a child of any other nationality, color or creed.
To talk about “inborn traits” is talk just as the Nazis did when they talked about “good” or “bad” blood. It just does not jibe with fact or science.
To say that the French are insincere is no more sensible than to say that Bostonians have an “inborn trait” for baked beans, or that Brooklynites have an “inborn trait” for throwing pop bottles at the umpire.
Are the French “insincere” ? The way to answer this intelligently is to define insincerity, analyze the number of Frenchmen who show these characteristics, compare this number to the number of Frenchmen who do not show these characteristics; get the relative proportions between the two groups, then compare the proportions to a similar analysis of the “insincerity” of other nations, including the Papuans.
—From 112 Gripes About The French, Published in Paris in 1945 by the ‘Information & Education Division’ of the US Occupation Forces.
People understood this concept in 1945. 67 years later, and we’re still trying to knock this through people’s racist skulls.