However, one might want to just have a gander at some old school technology. You might have to feed it a little, but it doesn't break down, unless someone shoots it.
Wednesday, May 01, 2013
Non-transforming Transformers
This vid is pretty cool, the machine is to boot; the music makes it seem so much more cooler. Not sure what the application is, going up and through rugged terrain with a payload perhaps.
However, one might want to just have a gander at some old school technology. You might have to feed it a little, but it doesn't break down, unless someone shoots it.
However, one might want to just have a gander at some old school technology. You might have to feed it a little, but it doesn't break down, unless someone shoots it.
Kerma
The State of Kerma thrived around 2500-1500 BC. Centered on the upper Nile in what is today the Sudan, but ancients called Numedia, the state was centralized in and around the large city of Kerma. We are only beginning to delve into the archeological evidence and have sense learned the state comprises hosts of small villages and farmsteads sprinkled along the Nile's many tributaries.
We know little of the burial customer, dress, or how they waged war. We do know they possessed a powerful central government as tribute seems to have been brought in (and stored in the royal tombs) from far and wide.
The state warred with Egypt for centuries until it finally collapsed and was conquered. The Kingdom of Kush arose from its ashes, but it resembled Egypt as much as it did Kerma.
I'm thinking they looked like this:
The above picture is Stian Dahlslett, check out his site. It is bad ass!
Lorries on the Grave
Archeologists have been scrambling to excavate and catalog several tombs in the United Arab Emirates that are in the target zone of a new highway. The tombs were made by date farmers some 4000 years ago. One will survive the construction the other three will be destroyed.
The National
The tombs are not covered structures but rather the remnants of them. Large stones mark out where the tombs and other buildings once stood along the base of the mountains. Some 4000 years ago these people carved a living out of the quiet desert with bronze and wood tools. Pretty cool.
Tuesday, April 30, 2013
The Story of Trolls 6
Any question asked of any group of individuals yields not different answers to the same question but answers to the different question that each of them heard. Somewhere there is a universal truth but no one much cares about it.
This continues the Story of Trolls 5.
Mac settled into many late nights, sending email inquiries out to various distributors and retailers and various and sundries. Fishing with a wide net he hoped to catch something from somewhere. He threw himself into the lists on the various list serves . . . in those days there were no message boards, or face books, or twitters, instgrams and what nots. He joined a host of lists, at first lurking, but as time unfolded began to chime in on discussions. He participated in retailer lists, and hobby market lists and lists where Wizards of the Coast was discussing some kind of open license for their D&D game. It all came in a flurry and he began making copious notes and painstakingly cataloging his emails.
In the meanwhile Davis spent his week days in the sweating hear of Wyoming digging in the dirt in a variety of anthropologic digs. He spent his weekend days hunkered over a computer library answering emails or at the desk in his one-shot, run down dive of a hotel room, hand drawing the elements that once combined would become the World of Erde map. Evenings were spent in drunken stupors at whatever local brewhouse or road flat served up the cheapest beer. Emails from Davis became rare and those on sunday often disjointed as if written in some type of haze.
Steve, taking a light class load of historical forget me nots, brushed off his computer, largely unused in his office. It was his first, acquired post-Army in 1995 and it had only DOS components and AOL on it; the friend who bought it for him swore off windows saying it was 'computers for idiots'. It so happened that the same friend had bought all manner of software for it and it had some dinosaur of a program on their called pagemaker, a book layout program. It was an ancient breed and proved as cumbersome as it was comforting. Steve set out to learn the program while writing Erde and cleaning up Mortality of Green.
Meanwhile the crew booked the booth at Gencon, found some Best-western downtown and reserved a room and began taking stock of what they would need for the trip. It included a truck, now affectionately called Old Blue, but in 2000, still in her hey day.
All the pieces were falling together, but they would fall together much faster than ever anticipated as suddenly the Trolls found themselves with a distributor and offers from a consolidator with a little hook into Amazon.
This continues the Story of Trolls 5.
Mac settled into many late nights, sending email inquiries out to various distributors and retailers and various and sundries. Fishing with a wide net he hoped to catch something from somewhere. He threw himself into the lists on the various list serves . . . in those days there were no message boards, or face books, or twitters, instgrams and what nots. He joined a host of lists, at first lurking, but as time unfolded began to chime in on discussions. He participated in retailer lists, and hobby market lists and lists where Wizards of the Coast was discussing some kind of open license for their D&D game. It all came in a flurry and he began making copious notes and painstakingly cataloging his emails.
In the meanwhile Davis spent his week days in the sweating hear of Wyoming digging in the dirt in a variety of anthropologic digs. He spent his weekend days hunkered over a computer library answering emails or at the desk in his one-shot, run down dive of a hotel room, hand drawing the elements that once combined would become the World of Erde map. Evenings were spent in drunken stupors at whatever local brewhouse or road flat served up the cheapest beer. Emails from Davis became rare and those on sunday often disjointed as if written in some type of haze.
Steve, taking a light class load of historical forget me nots, brushed off his computer, largely unused in his office. It was his first, acquired post-Army in 1995 and it had only DOS components and AOL on it; the friend who bought it for him swore off windows saying it was 'computers for idiots'. It so happened that the same friend had bought all manner of software for it and it had some dinosaur of a program on their called pagemaker, a book layout program. It was an ancient breed and proved as cumbersome as it was comforting. Steve set out to learn the program while writing Erde and cleaning up Mortality of Green.
Meanwhile the crew booked the booth at Gencon, found some Best-western downtown and reserved a room and began taking stock of what they would need for the trip. It included a truck, now affectionately called Old Blue, but in 2000, still in her hey day.
All the pieces were falling together, but they would fall together much faster than ever anticipated as suddenly the Trolls found themselves with a distributor and offers from a consolidator with a little hook into Amazon.
Pacific Rim
This is looking better and better; I don't care if the story is good or not, just so long as the action is non stop and as bad ass as it looks in this second trailer!
This Facebook's For You!
Budweiser has teamed up with facebook to make the buddy cup. The cup is designed to instantly friend someone with a similar cup when you clink the cups together, assuming both parties have facebook accounts.
Its surmised the clinking glass together derives from the act of toasting, which some argue began with a shared drinking vessel back in ancient Britain where a piece of toast was set in a brew, passed around for all to partake of and the toast itself eaten by the host. This was done to celebrate various and sundries or as an oath, or similar such and obvious reasons.
I'm not sure I buy that, probably has been going on for a long time. I'm pretty sure in the millions of years the cavemen were wandering about that at least two of the, after killing a giant bison and living to tell the tale high fived it with some bloody bison leg bones.
But now we have drunken buddy facebook cups, a far fry from Toby Keith's Red Cup and a far far cry from the original drinking man.
Wait, that's a dog.
We went from this . . .
To this . . .
We've come a long way . . . to no where!
Its surmised the clinking glass together derives from the act of toasting, which some argue began with a shared drinking vessel back in ancient Britain where a piece of toast was set in a brew, passed around for all to partake of and the toast itself eaten by the host. This was done to celebrate various and sundries or as an oath, or similar such and obvious reasons.
I'm not sure I buy that, probably has been going on for a long time. I'm pretty sure in the millions of years the cavemen were wandering about that at least two of the, after killing a giant bison and living to tell the tale high fived it with some bloody bison leg bones.
But now we have drunken buddy facebook cups, a far fry from Toby Keith's Red Cup and a far far cry from the original drinking man.
We went from this . . .
To this . . .
We've come a long way . . . to no where!
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