Ugly Things x Nothing Permitted

I don’t have to justify my existence. I don’t have to prove anything. The good thing or bad things that I do are secondary to my existence. My existence is not a choice. The judgements I and others make are only road signs. Based on where I hope to end up, I follow the direction of those signs at my own risk. But there is nothing in those signs to say that I should follow them. I do not owe anything to my community. If i give back, it comes from a selfish duty, not a moral obligation. The selfish duty starts from within, not from the outside, which is why it is honest. The selfish duty is more difficult to unravel than most things, even philosophical puzzles. The selfish duty is noble, not politically correct. The selfish duty comes from understanding, not reason. There is nothing in the selfish duty to say that I should be led by it. It will simply be a choice, or an active habit, for me to do so.

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Song is enobling of me. It is the best beauty that demands nothing of me, yet makes me more

18 hours ago

One assumes that the progress of science proceeds automatically, as time wears on, when actually it does not. Science stumbles, clumsily, and it is a rare time indeed when, in a drunken stupor, it clambers forwards, boldly and blindly. To be a student of science is not to be a student of its formalisms and formulations. To be a student of science is to be a student of history. A history from which one learns that we are truly standing on the shoulders of giants, who themselves are standing on shoulders of giants. Our view is from the tower of babel, at the height of which the fresh and distilled air of success races past, in a world where we have penetrated, and are penetrating still, into the deepest pockets of nature. It is a world in which we have, over millenia, laid, lost, and laid again the foundations of our defiant tower. From there we have looked down upon the condescending hands of god and nature. Before long this tower shall be built as a stairway to the blinding stars, to whose pearly gates we shall ascend, ushering ourselves into a world where we are gods.

21 hours ago

noooooooo

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jtotheizzoe:

currentsinbiology:


These Bacteria Are Wired to Hunt Like a Tiny Wolf Pack
There is an elaborate stealth communication network in the Earth beneath your feet. This smart web acts like a superorganism, fortifying defensive capabilities and coordinating deadly attacks on unsuspecting targets. But it’s not run by the NSA, the CIA, or the military. This web is made of bacteria.
A team of scientists led by Manfred Auer at Lawrence Berkeley National Laboratory have used cutting-edge 3-D microscopy to identify a new mechanism for bacterial networking. They observed elaborate webs of a common soil bacterium, Myxococcus xanthus, connected by thread-like membranes. This system of cellular pipelines suggests that some bacteria have evolved complex ways to deliver molecular cargo out of sight from snooping neighbors. Their work appears in the journal Environmental Microbiology.

Myxococcus xanthus biofilm devouring a colony of Escherichia coli. Credit: James Berlemanc

Hey look, it’s an article I wrote for WIRED last year popping up on my own dashboard! Circle of life, man.

jtotheizzoe:

currentsinbiology:

These Bacteria Are Wired to Hunt Like a Tiny Wolf Pack

There is an elaborate stealth communication network in the Earth beneath your feet. This smart web acts like a superorganism, fortifying defensive capabilities and coordinating deadly attacks on unsuspecting targets. But it’s not run by the NSA, the CIA, or the military. This web is made of bacteria.

A team of scientists led by Manfred Auer at Lawrence Berkeley National Laboratory have used cutting-edge 3-D microscopy to identify a new mechanism for bacterial networking. They observed elaborate webs of a common soil bacterium, Myxococcus xanthus, connected by thread-like membranes. This system of cellular pipelines suggests that some bacteria have evolved complex ways to deliver molecular cargo out of sight from snooping neighbors. Their work appears in the journal Environmental Microbiology.

Myxococcus xanthus biofilm devouring a colony of Escherichia coli. Credit: James Berlemanc

Hey look, it’s an article I wrote for WIRED last year popping up on my own dashboard! Circle of life, man.

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He who jumps into the void owes no explanation to those who stand and watch.
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Jean Luc Godard (via memoriastoica)

damn right you are

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I am happy because I played my guitar and sung, and realised slowly that I was and am free

2 days ago

It’s not as though when I read I’m gathering information, or indeed can remember much of what I read. I know the books that grip me, as everybody does, but their effect is indiscernible. I don’t quite know what it is. The Leavisite position, more or less, is that reading certain sentences makes you more alive and a morally better person, and that those two things go together. It seems to me that that isn’t necessarily so, but what is clear is that there are powerful unconscious evocative effects in reading books that one loves. There’s something about these books that we want to go on thinking about, that matters to us. They’re not just fetishes that we use to fill gaps. They are like recurring dreams we can’t help thinking about.

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That there’s something deeply important about the early experience of being in the presence of somebody without being impinged upon by their demands, and without them needing you to make a demand on them. And that this creates a space internally into which one can be absorbed. In order to be absorbed one has to feel sufficiently safe, as though there is some shield, or somebody guarding you against dangers such that you can “forget yourself ” and absorb yourself, in a book, say. Or, for the child, in a game. It must be one of the precursors of reading, I suppose. I think for Winnicott it would be the definition of a good relationship if, in the relationship, you would be free to be absorbed in something else.

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Because in your mind, you’re mad. But in conversation you have the chance of not being. Your mind by itself is full of unmediated anxieties and conflicts. In conversation things can be metabolized and digested through somebody else—I say something to you and you can give it back to me in different forms—whereas you’ll notice that your own mind is very often extremely repetitive. It is very difficult to surprise oneself in one’s own mind. The vocabulary of one’s self-criticism is so impoverished and clichéd. We are at our most stupid in our self-hatred.

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