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Javier and me at Animate, freezing our asses.

(photo by Luli)

I’ve been following Warren Ellis’ “The Sunday Hangover” over at Suicide Girls since it started. It’s always a small and entertaining thing to read and think about. A fragment from this week’s:

And, apparently, a great Cosmic Nothingness has been found. A void in space that’s a billion light years across – a significant chunk of the visible universe, in fact. Right now, as I type this, cosmologists and technologists are developing a perfect explanation of why we have dragged ourselves from the amniotic muck of early time, through a history rank with blood and horror, into an age of scientific marvels, striving to see through millions of years of old light and across the immense and jeweled universe itself – to look at a fucking great hole.

See, this is why I don’t have a fucking jet pack. “No, no, we need umpty million quid to look for fucking great holes, why on earth would we want to cure cancer, the common cold or Frenchness?”

Wonderfully insane:

These next experiments went one step further. They involved scientists hooking up subjects with virtual-reality goggles that displayed a 3D copy of their own body, as seen from behind, in front of them. (Basically, if was as if they were standing behind themselves.) The scientists rubbed the back of the avatar with a stick while performing the same action on the real subject’s body. Voila: The subjects began to identify with the avatar so strongly that they felt they avatar was their real body — i.e. that they were floating incorporeally behind themselves.

On the NYT Papercuts:

…and, beginning on Sept. 16, a 20-episode comic strip for the New York Times Magazine called, as of this morning, “Mister Wonderful.”

I so want to read that. I’ll have to track a newsstand that sells the NYT here in Buenos Aires…

DSC_0041asm, originally uploaded by Robotangel.

(Veen & blue. Can’t go wrong with it)