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Tele-Present Water Simulates a Spot in the Pacific from Halfway Around the World

Artist David Bowen is known for his kinetic sculptures that are driven by real-world data from natural phenomenon. For his work “Tele-Present Water,” first exhibited at the National Museum in Wroclaw, Poland, Bowen pulled real-time wave intensity and frequency data from the National Oceanic and Atmospheric Administration (NOAA) buoy station 46246 (49°59’7″ N 145°5’20″ W) located in the remote Shumagin Islands of Alaska. This information was scaled and transferred to a mechanical grid structure, resulting in an uncanny live simulation of the movement of water from halfway around the world. The piece, along with Bowen’s other works, speaks to the way technology and telecommunications can both alienate us from and unite us with the natural world. While technology has enabled us to control and model phenomena with unprecedented precision, it may also provide a means to understand the world in a more intimate, visceral way. 

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nothing to mind save what is on the surface of things
everything is on the surface of things
imagination has left us – with what?  some perfect
nucleus about which the barrier revolves
always in some case a particle being shaved down
we go until the direction has run out, then we stay

nothing to waste a mind, save reality
all business, laziness, and a manner of speaking
we fall ourself forward, we re-inflate our image, some
woven dollar bills, domesticated fruits, carbon guilt-prints

we delineate all ghosts living or buried as ancestors
we catalogue species and the reduction of species, among which
we find ourself more interesting, more renewable
we write histories for peoples we agitate
we agitate
we erase mammoths and so pay forward in their memory
yet another generation


While there is a lot of appropriate rage about Ferguson right now, the killing of John Crawford, III is getting less attention than it deserves. I put Shaun King’s tweets and history lesson on the matter in chronological order for easier consumption.


Autopsy and video show John Crawford shot from behind in Wal-Mart

Witness in murder of John Crawford changes story

You really should be following Shaun King on Twitter.

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Notice something in common in these photos?

It’s not what you think

I gave it away in the third pic

That’s right! None of these cops are wearing badges or name tags! I wonder why… seems like it’d be important to wear those, since it’s even illegal not to in other states…

This is actually illegal in all states. A police officer must be marked as such with name and badge at all times unless their jurisdiction states otherwise (such as an undercover officer), and even when not wearing a badge, the officer must have the badge accessible at all times and must show the badge in order to make an arrest. Name tags are not required as long as a badge is available because the badge has the officer number on it.

This has really been bothering me. The police in Ferguson are breaking the law by concealing their identities. Everyone knows this, it’s been going on for ten days, and it appears that nobody is doing anything about it.

The police are clearly and systematically violating the first amendment rights of the press, and they are getting away with it. This has been happening for days, and nobody appears to be doing anything about it.

A police officer pointed a rifle at a journalist and told him to fuck off *while he was being filmed, so he’s easily identifiable by his superiors*, and that police officer still has a job.

I know that not all cops are bad (or even most cops), but there are clearly bad cops in Ferguson, and they’re acting with complete impunity. I don’t understand why those cops aren’t being taken off the scene, and why a higher (possibly federal) authority isn’t coming in to address these things.

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William Bratton: Investigate Ryo Oyamada's Death




Ryo Oyamada, a 24 year old student from Japan, was struck and killed by an NYPD vehicle in a hit & run.  Witnesses say the police car had no lights or sirens on and was going over 70 mph.  The released footage by NYPD was proven to be heavily altered in a cover-up, showing “lights” on the vehicle, when compared to footage from the NY Housing Authority on the same street with the same timestamp. 

On a personal note: I know that this will probably not be shared or reblogged very much, because Asians are not very prominent in American culture.  I understand this, because Asians (like me) are partially at fault for being so passive.  But I am begging you to please consider signing this petition out of human decency.  Ryo was just a student walking home, then struck by a nearly silent police cruiser going at excess speed, and the NYPD covered it up. 

Here is the side-by-side comparison of the released video footage, including updates from the case.  *Edit*  This article contains a link to a graphic video moments after the crash, showing the body of Ryo Oyamada and NY citizens yelling at the police.  Please advise, it is highly disturbing. 

And the following is an excerpt from the petition, which as of now only has 286 signatures.


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We’ve got eyes in the backs of our heads and we shut them with both hands, our backs filling the impressions on this queen mattress on your bedroom floor.  You get up and I watch you fix your make-up, you mutter how you hate doing make-up.  But I do make-up too, I try to fancy ways this story could be more beautiful than it actually is, and it really is — more beautiful than when we laze around to celebrate the chance to do nothing.       Firecrackers in the daytime, a minefield of colored smoke.  Trash me now, the floor may as well be the bin, and I’m already on it, and I’m lazing here trying to get the paint daubs on the ceiling to move.  Ten years ago you could get away with just believing in yourself, ten years ago a street rat was a diamond and the cartoon was flat and unreal.  Now there’s boxes that hold more boxes than your brain, programs programming programs, now the trial’s your success story, the error’s not being born communicable to one.       Summer’s a steam bin.  Breaths cut shorter than a sentence.  Love stories are like whatever, but we are obligated to one another and I say this to you like a noble challenge, but you want the love story, tell me which of these yarns will weave one.       Eye of the summer, the year’s up to its waist.  It’s so chaotic this time of year, everybody in a car is off to hit another car.  I remember screaming in slow traffic down I-10, lazy river, no current, no flow, just red brake lights blinking in a row like stoned cyborg eyes at the backs of all these heads, lanes split at one end like the red sea around firetrucks and this burnt algae sedan wrinkled like a prune with the driver side door sawed out.  In Manhattan, years ago, my friend pulled me behind an upright queen mattress that was leaning against a streetlamp as we heard the firecracker noises of gunfire coming out of a white mini-van.  When I looked I saw a club bouncer lying on his back, the night like a lowering ceiling to come press peace upon him, and a bus stops and the driver borrows my phone, and he tells his boss some other driver has got to get through, he can’t finish his route with that in the way.       We’ve all been here before, all we wanna do is finish what it is that we have to say.  We like the child locks on our doors, to nix the chance to get out.  You’re a trouble-maker under house arrest.  I’m a spoiled brat tied at the balls.  You want a love story, not dragons to fight.  You want the genuine effort with charms.  I give you solar flares and jackhammers.  You bear and you bear it and still flex your arms wider, and I’m just going on and on, and I’m still going

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