Archive for January, 2005

Why the Sea is Boiling Hot

Friday, January 28th, 2005

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Why the Sea is Boiling Hot, originally uploaded by Dr. Smax.

Ahh, I almost forgot. Something else to stick in your Rabbit Hole.

The Perfect Cow

Thursday, January 27th, 2005

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The Perfect Cow, originally uploaded by Dr. Smax.

Milk shortage averted. Have a nice day, everybody.

The True Face of the Night

Thursday, January 27th, 2005

The True Face of the Night
Originally uploaded by Dr. Smax.

This is really happening.

qũÃ¥ņŧũm męĉħăʼnį¢ąŀ bůłł

Thursday, January 27th, 2005
qũÃ¥ņŧũm męĉħăʼnį¢ąŀ bůłł
qũåņŧũm męĉħăʼnį¢ąŀ bůłł

It's finally happened…

Thursday, January 27th, 2005

I ran out of milk today. It made me sad.

Happy Rabbit Hole Day, everybody.

Equal Rights! Equal Rights!

Wednesday, January 26th, 2005

It's time to start thinking about how we might grant legal rights to computers. 
By Benjamin Soskis

According to Wendell Wallach, co-author of the forthcoming book Robot Morality, corporations that own computers and robots might seek to encourage a belief in their autonomy in order to escape liability for their actions. “Insurance pressures might move us in the direction of computer systems being considered as moral agents,” Wallach notes. Given the close association between rights and responsibilities in legal and ethical theory, such a move might also lead to a consideration of legal personhood for computers. The best way to push back against the pressures to treat computers as autonomous would be to think carefully about what moral agency for a computer would mean, how we might be able to determine it, and the implications of that determination for our interaction with machines.

der Tunnel

Wednesday, January 26th, 2005

der Tunnel
Originally uploaded by Dr. Smax.

The sky-tunnel from the train to the school at The University of Bielefeld, Germany. Click the pix for larger views. (c) 2005 Pete Mandik

Endlosschraubenbohrung (Continuous screw drilling)

Back in the U.S.S.A.

Tuesday, January 25th, 2005

We're Back!

and have devoured Germany, Holland, and (accidentally) small parts of Canada. But we are back to tell tall tales of beer, string theory, schnitzel, Sweety Chicken, the alleged nonreduciblity of consciousness and normativity to microphysical natural kinds, and how we got lost (literally) in a piece of art. And we've got pictures. Give us a day or so to get it all together. In the meantime, I give you. . .New Jersey:

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Exsanguinated Excommunicant

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Monster Salad

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The Last Days of Rome as Dictated by a Bio-Laser

Fear of a Blue Planet

Sunday, January 16th, 2005

Fear of a Blue Planet
Originally uploaded by Dr. Smax.

Fear. Fear, baby.

Chrome Lord

Friday, January 14th, 2005

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Chrome Lord
Chrome Lord,
originally uploaded by Dr. Smax.

A thing called “Baleful”

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Baleful

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“Yes,” says , his voice a baleful growl. “I peed in the pool of your unconscious. You may be picturing me taking a stealth piss while swimming, but the truth of the matter is that I was standing on the highest diving platform when this happened.”

The phone bursts into flame as slams down the receiver.

Reclining astride his Throne of Skulls in his Hall of Doom, Smax adjusts his titanium-spiked magical codpiece which has been chaffing ever since its acquisition during the Battle of Neverclear. He pops another handful of baby monkeys into his mouth.

“Fucking salespeople.”