Radical 60's architecture collective Ant Farm:
"Recycle Obsolete Missile Silos is taken from a series of drawings for Ant Farm’sTruckstop Network, an expansive project that scouted the existing American interstate highway network and proposed alternate modes of occupying its infrastructure. Mobile communities, linked through an electronic network and equipped with new tools and media technologies, would displace the old and the obsolete. For example, the existing commodity system and carbon fuel culture would be replaced by an emerging ecologically oriented economy that would circulate “energy credits” in place of dollars.
"The doubling of these networks—simultaneously tracing and erasing them—honed in on the obsolete military infrastructure of America. “Cold War Surplus” sites, identified on the group’s Truckstop Network Placemat, registered a system that was then being rewritten, or recoded, through an expanding computerized military network and its underground command centers. Already by the mid-1960s, the US military had begun building silos for its new, solid-fueled missiles, abandoning the older silos of the liquid-fueled missiles of the Atlas program. Each obsolete silo was itself a time capsule—a repository of old technologies, the residue of incessant investment in the transformation of the American military landscape."
This is pretty fucking horrible, tbh, and has some seriously unpleasant future ramifications, despite the breathlessly-uncritcal post-perky "woah, dude - ain't this cool" write-up style typical of so many pop.science sites. (Also, "Dreamer Elon Musk [wants to make] humans 'perfect'..." Jeez. Really? Where've we heard that one before?)
"The effort, led by physics professor Arnd Pralle, PhD, of the University at Buffalo College of Arts and Sciences, focused on a technique called “magneto-thermal stimulation.” It’s not exactly a simple process — it requires the implantation of specially built DNA strands and nanoparticles which attach to specific neurons — but once the minimally invasive procedure is over, the brain can be remotely controlled via an alternating magnetic field. When those magnetic inputs are applied, the particles heat up, causing the neurons to fire.
"The study, which was published in the most recent edition of the journal eLife, includes experiments where were performed on mice. Using the new technique, the researchers were able to control the movement of the animals, causing them to freeze, lock up their limbs, turn around, or even run."
"Thank you for dinner. Perhaps you and I could work together at some point in the future, collaborate -- on the internet?"
Taking a few random dips into the abandoned played-out uranium mine depths of my record collection, making some stochastic picks n seeing if they still stick.
This from 22 years ago (!!): Parrot by Germ. Tracks like "Trias" go for a Miles-like vibe, muted trombone flurries n drones over distorted 909-kicks and tic'ing hats. But this is the one that caught my ear back in the day and still holds it:
Storyboarding in the garden.
Sellotaped a bunch of pieces of paper together to make a loooong single vertical piece, so I can write down and track events / characters episode by episode thru a multi-part series.
Then some sort of barbeque: I confess I don't get barbeques: seems like an excuse to burn and ruin perfectly good food and - of course - in saying this, I'm now sounding like a sixtysomething Daily Mail reader. There's always been a weird male-ritual thing involved in the barbeque, like - I dunno - suburban men acting out a bollocks Neolithic Patriarchal Man-as-Hunter-Provider scenario, while the Beta and Wannabe-Alpha Males all lean on the fence (or the bit of patio next to the bush) with a tin of Fosters and talk about the footie. Actually, that's probably what I don't like - as a Nerd Zetamale shit burger-burner - there's no one I can talk about Hawkman with. Luckily, we don't really invite any one (LOL ) - apart from maybe my mum-in-law who's a good egg who never outstays her welcome - so it's usually just the core clan: me, complaining I've got smoke in my eyes and worrying I'll poison my own family, while the girls argue and call me an idiot. Really, we might as well do that indoors (LOL).
Afterwards, my oldest daughter - Kid Kid Shirt - burned all her school books in the incinerator. (There's something Hunky Dory about that...)
Currently listing to Stomu Yamash'ta - the Henze / Maxwell-Davies / Takemitsu album. Had it for, I dunno, 30+ years - but only just starting to appreciate just how great that Toru Takemitsu piece ("Seasons") is.