Sunday Farmers Market – Campbell, California
28-Mush
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20-Rock
Takeoff
Thousands of operations are performed before the rocket can leave the launch pad, and dozens of engineering cameras track these operations.
This is also a good preview of NASA’s super heavy-lift launch vehicle, the Space Launch System (SLS), mankind’s new vehicle for the next trip to the Moon.
The first flight of Artemis and the full Orion spacecraft is scheduled to launch on SEP 05.
Update: The launch date was actually Wednesday, November 16, 2022 at 6:47 AM (UTC).
25-Wing
07-Beon
Hymenoptera Apocrita
As you eliminate your body on the web, you recuperate it in your physical location.
Sometimes you have a body, sometimes you don’t.
If you don’t have a body, you’re not there.
If you have a body, you are so there that your relationship with the world is what I call proprioceptive. It’s tactile. It’s not visual as it was during the Renaissance.
In the Renaissance, what was your identity? It was the outer limit of skin, a head that processed information, a dumb universe shown as a spectacle.
Identity became a point of view.
Today, identity is a point of being. We add the new possibilities of mixed identities, collective identities, just-in-time identities, fabricated identities.
There’s great flexibility, but the core business of self remains, just extended all over the planet by electronic extensions.
Derrick de Kerckhove – Wired October 1996
pro·pri·o·cep·tive – relating to stimuli that are produced and perceived within an organism, especially those connected with the position and movement of the body.
04-July
01-Teri
Environment
Living Space
22-Went
Revolution
One hundred twenty loops around the glowing orb are what we get – give or take a decade or 10 depending on how well you attract lightning.
And that’s a generous estimate, mostly reserved for women living on some isolated island in Japan or Italy with simple diets and a daily glass of vino.”
~Mike Ricker, leafmagazines.com
21-Pane
Solstice
My sensations were strange. Let me try to explain them.
When I was a child, I well remember a somewhat similar circumstance that befell me; whether it was a reality or a dream, I never could entirely settle.
The circumstance was this: I had been cutting up some caper or other–I think it was trying to crawl up the chimney, as I had seen a little sweep do a few days previous; and my stepmother who, somehow or other, was all the time whipping me, or sending me to bed supperless,–my mother dragged me by the legs out of the chimney and packed me off to bed, though it was only two o’clock in the afternoon of the 21st June, the longest day in the year in our hemisphere.
I felt dreadfully. But there was no help for it, so up stairs I went to my little room in the third floor, undressed myself as slowly as possible so as to kill time, and with a bitter sigh got between the sheets.
Moby Dick, CHAPTER 4, The Counterpane by Herman Melville