The landing was hell on my rocket…

Mars Rocket 1

Mars Rocket 2

Ever wonder what the process of giving form to something looks like?

BMW has an idea and shares it with the rest of us through the kinetic sculpture installed at the BMW Museum in Munich. Employing the use of over 700 individual metal spheres and stepper motors, the mechanical wonder covers six square meters. Over the course of seven minutes, it dances out a hypnotic, mechatronic narrative that visualizes the process of form-finding. Here is a brief sample of the sculpture’s performance:

A trip to Munich may be in order…

Morning on Mars

Day 26

26/01/2010 — Leave a comment

Day 26

While on Mars the other day, I was fascinated by the unusual skin of the native fauna:

mars skin3

Mars Skin 4

Their skin appeared vibrant while remaining resilient to the harsh climes of the Martian frontier…

Day 25–Lane

25/01/2010 — Leave a comment

Day 25

Monday Morning

Yesterday, I went to Mars… I was out of milk…
Mars 2

Mars

Mars3

Nobody seemed to be around, but the view was nice.

Day 24

Day 23

After what has seemed like a week of meetings, networking events and social gatherings, it was time for a change. So this afternoon I set out with a bag full of cameras and a phone full of maps; and ended up among derelict steel mills and abandoned yards at water’s edge, climbing around on rusting components in the waning sun.

Hand 1

At one point I was hanging on some enormous piece of machinery shooting found type, holding on with one hand by a giant bolt which left the above impression on my hand.

I also found some pretty cool castoffs of mind-boggling scale:

Hand 2

My hands are not exactly small, but even as a reference point they seem inferior next to this discarded hook.

More to come from this afternoon’s work…Stay tuned…

Day 22

The fast life

21/01/2010 — Leave a comment

Ever wanted to fast forward life? How about eight years in about two minutes:

In this short video, JK Keller flips through eight years worth of daily self-portraits. The static images from his daily photo project can be viewed here on his website.

I took this shot of myself a year ago today when I lived in Oakland, California. A lot, thank goodness, has changed since then… not the least of which is my cyborg eye shrinking back to its normal humanoid size…

What a stupid day! Seriously! Was it 1995 today, I didn’t check my calendar? Did I suddenly switch back to enjoying the blazing fast speed of a 14.4 modem?! I can’t remember– I forgot where I was while watching a simple ZIP archive (AH file, as in ONE) of press-ready files upload for HALF A YEAR after about 2 hours (TWO) of cussing and spitting at ridiculously unresponsive (pronounced USELESS) FTP sites. I’m pretty sure that 10’x10′ banner I designed a few years ago uploaded faster.. y’know all 25gigs, GIGS of it.

Day 20

Do not even get me started about networking events or traffic; JESUS– I’m pretty sure there is a missing army of the undead driving your stolen cars as we speak…

Day 19

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ToneMatrix

19/01/2010 — 1 Comment

Generally I try and avoid brief posts about random novelties, but this is just too cool to pass up. People, have you seen the ToneMatrix? Seriously, this is such a neat application– simple, elegant and just plain fun!

Day 18

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Day 18

Day 17

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Day 17

It has always fascinated me how seemingly trivial things can trigger one’s memory on a dime and transport you to another time or place in an instant– hidden snapshots of one’s life peppered throughout our daily comings and goings.

This morning, paying bills at my desk and watching the rain pour down, iTunes surprised me with a memory jolt– a musical time machine back to college:

This song always propels me back in time to a rainy night in Pittsburgh— biblical rain, soaking you to the bone and waiting on Carson Street for the 54C back to Oakland. The experience or night holds no significance to my present life, no new characters came into my life that night, no profound observations were made on that day, the rain did not catalyze anything other than hailing a taxi and yet it remains as a warm and vivid memory: Crumpled up in an old leather jacket, waiting beneath a street light flipping through sketchbooks with the other regular from my coffeeshop (who was also waiting for the overdue bus), wet licorice streets, headlights exaggerated by raindrops…

It seems strange to me that such an insignificant moment in my life remains so firmly imprinted upon my memory and yet it does.

What random moments are firmly implanted in your memory, dear readers?