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Imogen Heap helps invent gloves that will “change the way we make music”

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I don’t think anyone could possibly imagine what having these would mean to me

theres too much you could do with this i wouldnt know what to do oh god

this is so fucking COOL

The Mi.Mu Glove is on Kickstarter, the campaign ends May 3.

@3:03:
It’s really exciting to see what people might do with hacking them. So, the software is gonna be open-source, and so is the hardware.

Considering how much data the gloves are able to process (right down to specific gestural input), and the fact that the gloves are wireless, this could go far beyond music. Mix these gloves with the Oculus Rift, and they might just become the solution for controller-free VR Input.

I really, really hope the campaign is funded.

Gosh I love Imogen so much ahh.

the blending of choreography and instruments….I’m in love.

first thing I thought of was the nae nae & yeet smh





for my 2d studio final, I’m growing my classmates’ bacteria in petri dishes and I gave my professor one of the petri dishes so I could grow his bacteria too

so he takes the petri dish and farts in it

and then he turns to my friend and says “i just pooped myself a little bit”





prostheticknowledge:

36 ventilators whirl 4.7m3 of packing chips

Latest installation from Zimoun uses simple materials to display turbulance - video embedded below:

From Creative Applications:

Opening this Saturday (April 26) at the Art Museum of Lugano in Switzerland, 36 ventilators, 4.7m³ packing chips is the new installation by Zimoun, the Bern-based artist known for his architecturally-minded platforms of sound. Zimoun yet again extends his installation inventory. Converting nine of the museum’s towering window spaces into ‘ventilation chambers’ (four ventilators are installed in each window) and filling them with polystyrene, Zimoun unleashes a perfect ‘plastic storm.’ Congregating into a mass that’s neither solid, gaseous nor liquid, the flakes perform a violent, otherworldy dance. With the phenonema trapped behind glass, we get to watch in wonder from the safety of the outside.

More at Creative Applications here
Zimoun is also featured in Creative Application’s new magazine HOLO, which you can find out more here





A word about bronies.

saintcheshire:

So I just got back last night from a brony convention in San Francisco. I was working a booth for a vendor friend, and let me tell you what happened:

We met a little girl who was there with her family. She got a button drawn at our booth, told us all about her favorite ponies, and was overall just too damn cute. She had an MLP lanyard filled with pins she’d gotten in the vendor’s room, and gave me a Fluttershy pin because she liked my cosplay. She ended up just hanging out with us for a while and bein’ super cute. We call her Babby because she’s 11 and precious.

The next day, she runs up to the booth, terrified, and asks if she can please hide under our table for a few minutes. Turns out a dude had been following her around the con all day, and tried to get her to come up to his hotel room. Alone. She tells us she thought he was okay at first because he was wearing an MLP shirt, but she didn’t want to go anywhere with him, and he made her uneasy. At one point, after she’d refused, he grabbed her arm in the elevators and tried to get her to follow him. She ran, and now she wants somewhere to hide.

We tell her of course, hurry her behind our booth and fucking station ourselves around her because she’s eleven years old and all of us are prepared to physically attack the human trashheap who tries to fuck with her. We’re all dressed up in wings and ears and we’re 100000% prepared to rip them off and launch across that table to defend this kid. Eventually this very large dude strolls by, very obviously looking around, and she quietly points him out to us. At this point I’m ready to set him on fire, but when I ask if she needs me to go report him, she shakes her head. She doesn’t want to get in trouble, or make anyone mad.

We see him a few more times over the course of the day, because he keeps meandering over to our booth and just casually looking around. Eventually he actually stops to take a flier from our table and asks us a question, and we coldly send him on his way. We start sending a coworker with Babby whenever her parents aren’t around and she wants to go check out artist’s alley or the vendor’s hall. Because otherwise she’s not safe. She can’t run around and freely enjoy a convention about a show aimed at her, because instead of being surrounded by peers she’s somehow surrounded by men who pose a threat to her.

My point here: this is why I fucking hate “bronies.” Because grown-ass men are flooding into a space carved out for children—often little girls—and are making it unsafe for them.

I met a lot of non-awful people there, of course. I met a lot of parents and older siblings. A lot of adorable little boys who were happy to empathize with female characters, and a lot of little kids who wanted a picture with cosplays of their favorite pony. I met a lot of people who were cool and nice and just liked cartoons. I met a male Pinkie Pie cosplayer with a Fluttershy lady-friend who juggled and spun plates and was happy to entertain kids, and were generally just really cool people.

But I also met a lot of skeevy dudebros. A lot of guys in fedoras loudly discussing sexual shit in a room with children. Guys who drew/sold/displayed really fucking inappropriate “fanart,” including gross bodypillows that had no purpose in a little kids’ toy convention. I met a guy who gushed with absolute glee about the pleasure he derives from “corrupting innocence.” I met a lot of people who wanted to take something sweet and nice for children and make it about THEM. A lot of guys who wanted to make it about their dicks. People who made it UNSAFE for the intended audience to even be in attendance.

So yeah. If you call yourself a brony, I’m prolly not gonna trust you. Because I’ve seen y’all in action, and I am not impressed. Frankly I’m infuriated. This is like a bunch of gross neckbeards swarming Disneyland and shoving kids out of the way so they can grope Cinderella, and finding nothing wrong with it because they think they’re entitled to it.

My Little Pony is a really cute show with a lot of nice messages for kids, and gross brony shitweasels are trying to fucking take it from them by force. And I will fight them.







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Can you find the hidden mother?

In the 1800s it was very common for mothers to be covered in fabric during children’s portraits to hold the children and keep them comforted.

That’s kindof adorable<3

I’ve recently been informed that half of these children are DEAD

holy shit

let’s play “try to spot which ones are dead”

1st one, 6th one and the last one, I’m going to hell 

DEAD BABIES ON MY DASH NO



webmails:

this was in my drafts! how beautiful

webmails:

this was in my drafts! how beautiful