a decellularized “ghost” heart
aaaaaaaay extracellular matrix
How cool is it that when you take all the cells out of an organ it still looks like an organ?
I remember when I was in high school and still very confused about how tissues worked, because all anyone taught me was that we’re made up of piles of cells hung on bones. But that’s not how it is! Cells build themselves little hammocks of polymer and densely branched glycoproteins; we’re like onions, layers of membrane over tough rubbery collagen, huge protein scaffolds cradling slippery organs.
Bodies are not made of cells — bodies are made by cells.
Animal Locomotion: Reanimating Muybridge’s 19th Century Illustrations with GIFs
The 19th century photographs by Eadweard Muybridge captured something that had previously been too fleeting for the human eye: the mechanics of animal locomotion.
In his 1893 book Descriptive Zoopraxography, or the Science of Animal Locomotion Made Popular, Muybridge described his most famous animal locomotion capture of a horse. The series of photographs aimed to settle a dispute over “the possibility of a horse having all of his feet free of contact with the ground at the same instant, while trotting, even at a high rate of speed.” The photographs revealed conclusively for the first time that a horse’s feet do indeed leave the ground all at once while in full gallop, the horse pulling its legs briefly underneath itself before sprinting forward.
Muybridge’s animal locomotion studies were a great success and he traveled around showing the horse and other creatures in motion through his “zoopaxiscope” that brought the series of frozen images to life in a sort of early stop motion movie projector. Collected in the Descriptive Zoopraxography book are some of these images, which were traced from his original photogravures. While you might not have a zoopaxiscope handy to reanimate the animals, we do have the magic of animated GIFs.
For many more of Muybridge’s dizzying GIFs, keep reading Animal Locomotion: Reanimating Muybridge’s 19th Century Illustrations with GIFs on Atlas Obscura…
100 KISSES FROM A FEMME
emergent explorations of self love, fat politics, femme/femme love, public fatness, public displays of fat femme love & fat resistance. September 2013. Summit Park. Unceded Lekwungen Territories. Part of a multidisciplinary performance piece commissioned by Stage Left Productions
co-created & shot by Jessica Luxery
© 2013 *not to be used or reprinted without artists permission
these fucking things
Fun fact there things were recalled for causing “eye injuries, including scratched corneas and incidents of temporary blindness, broken teeth, a mild concussion, a broken rib, and facial lacerations that required stitches.”
these things were the fucking best
HOW THE SHIT DID SOMEONE BREAK THEIR FUCKING RIB
you people don’t understand how fucking powerful these things were, you were supposed to pull gently and it’d fly just fine but if you pull it like a chainsaw or a lawnmower they will behave as such. t h e y a r e d e a d l y.
if you spin it super fast the feet don’t even leave the thing and you’d have yourself a short range combat weapon
as a kid i was sure i could take down any bad dude that came at me with this thing it hurt like hell
I used to launch these at my sister and give myself points for which bit of her I hit. If I got above the chest I got 100 points
Then one day my sister snapped, broke the head and the sings off and buried it in the barn on the farm. I think I was about 9 and she was about 7. She even buried it near the psychopathic sheepdog only she could control too.
Seriously, I didn’t even own one of these things and I still nearly managed to kill myself with one on multiple occasions.
Who taught me to suck in my stomach,
or my cheeks?
Who told me to stand with my legs apart
and my hips thrust back
to create the illusion of a gap
between my thighs?
Who made me believe that the most beautiful part of me
is my negative space?
surprising i know
There are entire communities and social groups and experiences, stories, memories, etc in “white” countries without any white people too.
I long time ago I wrote a high school drama type of serial story about a social group that was mostly East Asian characters and one white character. I based it on my own HS experiences and people I knew. A lot of people liked it. But I showed it to a white friend of mine online, and she said she didn’t like it. I asked why, and she said it was “unrealistic” and racist. I asked why it was racist, and she said because most of the characters were Asian, there was only one white character and he was a side character, and she couldn’t associate with any of the mains because they weren’t white. My response was “turn on the television, welcome to my life.”
She said that was different though. That’s “realistic” and everybody can understand those characters. Even though my story wasn’t really any different except it was Asian people having teen drama, it was “unrealistic” because we all know social groups of Asian people don’t exist, and it’s racist because when you have mostly non-white people in a story, then it’s weird and strange, and white people are the “every person” who everybody can associate with, but non-white people are niche.
the worst kind of sexism is the kind that’s quiet and pervasive. that sits and lurks and slips out of the mouths of men that you like and trust. when people casually dismiss your humanity and don’t even realize they’ve done exactly that. when it’s so casual and natural that sometimes you don’t even catch it.
Went into Duane Reade tonight to buy some tampons and the cashier asked me if I wanted them double bagged as I was checking out. She gave a knowing smile like, “I know how it is,” and I smiled back and said, “Nope! One bag’s fine.” Then we completed the transaction and disappeared from each other’s lives forever.
On the one hand, I get it. Bodies are embarrassing, everything’s the worst, she wanted to do me a courtesy. One million namastes. But on the other hand, blood leaks out of me the same way sweat drips out of your armpits and pee squirts out of your dick tip, and there is not time in my day or space in my heart to have to worry about whether the physical reality of my existing in space is potentially scandalizing some stranger riding the same train as me for fifteen minutes.
I think that’s what adulthood is for me. Or has been thus far. Just not being embarrassed anymore. About anything. Fuck it.
Life’s not embarrassing. Everything happens all the time and it’s weird and ugly and icky and we deal with it and stare at it, mortified, and then it turns out to be pretty fine after all.
I bought tampons tonight and no one died.
This lamp absorbs 150 times more CO2 than a tree
It’s still in the “so crazy it just might work” stage, but these microalgae-powered lamps, invented by French biochemist Pierre Calleja, could absorb a ton of carbon from the air every year. That’s as much as 150 to 200 trees. [x]