Comments on: Photographing the science museum http://boingboing.net/2008/08/27/photographing-the-sc.html Brain candy for Happy Mutants Tue, 21 May 2013 14:53:00 +0000 hourly 1 http://wordpress.org/?v=3.4.1 By: Phikus http://boingboing.net/2008/08/27/photographing-the-sc.html#comment-269569 Phikus Wed, 30 Nov -0001 00:00:00 +0000 #comment-269569 "We see them after school in a world of their own. To some it might seem creepy what they do. The neighbor on the right sat and watched them every night. I'll bet you'd do the same if they was you." “We see them after school in a world of their own.
To some it might seem creepy what they do.
The neighbor on the right sat and watched them every night.
I’ll bet you’d do the same if they was you.”

]]> By: Phikus http://boingboing.net/2008/08/27/photographing-the-sc.html#comment-269572 Phikus Wed, 30 Nov -0001 00:00:00 +0000 #comment-269572 Ok, Tak. That was the call. Here's my raise: "It's hidden far away But someday I may tell The tale of metal tangle When into your world I fell Without you now I wander soaking Secretly afraid cause in your grasp the fears dont last (and some of them have stayed) I wheeled around because I Didnt hear what you had said And saw you dancing with Elihu Up on Leemor's bed And I was foggy rather groggy You helped me to my car The binding belt enclosing me A sample in a jar..." Ok, Tak. That was the call. Here’s my raise:

“It’s hidden far away
But someday I may tell
The tale of metal tangle
When into your world I fell
Without you now I wander soaking
Secretly afraid
cause in your grasp the fears dont last
(and some of them have stayed)

I wheeled around because I
Didnt hear what you had said
And saw you dancing with Elihu
Up on Leemor’s bed
And I was foggy rather groggy
You helped me to my car
The binding belt enclosing me
A sample in a jar…”

]]> By: Kieran O'Neill http://boingboing.net/2008/08/27/photographing-the-sc.html#comment-269829 Kieran O'Neill Wed, 30 Nov -0001 00:00:00 +0000 #comment-269829 But on the topic of songs, I'm afraid the only appropriate response I can come up with is this: I can't believe That you're gone and we're alone I can't believe That we'll never see your face I can't believe That you're at the gates of Heaven I can't believe That we'll never know you If only, if only Miracles happened every day If only, if only I could believe in something Helpless we cried over you Empty and lost over you How in the world Can they say that you're at peace? How in the world Can they say that time will heal us? How in the world Can we hope to be forgiven? How in the world Can we know how we feel? If only, if only We could all live forever If only, if only No memories to remember Words were not spoken for you No grave marks our love for you Broken our hearts call for you No-one can blame us but you How in the world can we ever smile again? How in the world can we live without you? (<a href="http://www.last.fm/music/Gary+Numan/_/Little+InVitro" rel="nofollow">Little InVitro</a> by Gary Numan, written about his wife's miscarriage.) But on the topic of songs, I’m afraid the only appropriate response I can come up with is this:

I can’t believe
That you’re gone and we’re alone
I can’t believe
That we’ll never see your face
I can’t believe
That you’re at the gates of Heaven
I can’t believe
That we’ll never know you

If only, if only
Miracles happened every day
If only, if only
I could believe in something

Helpless we cried over you
Empty and lost over you

How in the world
Can they say that you’re at peace?
How in the world
Can they say that time will heal us?
How in the world
Can we hope to be forgiven?
How in the world
Can we know how we feel?

If only, if only
We could all live forever
If only, if only
No memories to remember

Words were not spoken for you
No grave marks our love for you
Broken our hearts call for you
No-one can blame us but you

How in the world can we ever smile again?
How in the world can we live without you?

(Little InVitro by Gary Numan, written about his wife’s miscarriage.)

]]> By: zish http://boingboing.net/2008/08/27/photographing-the-sc.html#comment-269831 zish Wed, 30 Nov -0001 00:00:00 +0000 #comment-269831 Roses are red, Violets are blue, There's a bug in that jar... ..and 'e looks just like you! Roses are red,
Violets are blue,
There’s a bug in that jar…
..and ‘e looks just like you!

]]> By: Takuan http://boingboing.net/2008/08/27/photographing-the-sc.html#comment-269576 Takuan Wed, 30 Nov -0001 00:00:00 +0000 #comment-269576 Ill send an s.o.s. to the world I hope that someone gets my I hope that someone gets my I hope that someone gets my Message in a bottle, yeah Ill send an s.o.s. to the world
I hope that someone gets my
I hope that someone gets my
I hope that someone gets my
Message in a bottle, yeah

]]> By: anthony http://boingboing.net/2008/08/27/photographing-the-sc.html#comment-269579 anthony Wed, 30 Nov -0001 00:00:00 +0000 #comment-269579 "Laughter bloomed in the dark, right out of her mouth, an awful kind of laughter. She finished it, quick. 'It's just junk, Charlie! Rubber, papier-mache, silk, cotton, boric-acid! That's all! ' she shrilled. 'No, no!' He sat up swiftly, ripping sheets apart in big fingers, roaring. 'I don't wanna hear! Don't wanna hear!' he bellowed, over and over. She said, 'Wait'll everyone hears how fake it is! Won't they laugh! Won't they flap their lungs!" “Laughter bloomed in the dark, right out of her mouth, an awful kind of laughter. She finished it, quick. ‘It’s just junk, Charlie! Rubber, papier-mache, silk, cotton, boric-acid! That’s all! ‘ she shrilled. ‘No, no!’ He sat up swiftly, ripping sheets apart in big fingers, roaring. ‘I don’t wanna hear! Don’t wanna hear!’ he bellowed, over and over. She said, ‘Wait’ll everyone hears how fake it is! Won’t they laugh! Won’t they flap their lungs!”

]]> By: Takuan http://boingboing.net/2008/08/27/photographing-the-sc.html#comment-269587 Takuan Wed, 30 Nov -0001 00:00:00 +0000 #comment-269587 Musha rain dum-a-doo dum-a-da, ha, ya Whack for my daddy-o Whack for my daddy-o There's whiskey in the jar-o Yeah, whiskey, yo, whiskey... Oh-oh, ya Musha rain dum-a-doo dum-a-da, ha, ya
Whack for my daddy-o
Whack for my daddy-o
There’s whiskey in the jar-o
Yeah, whiskey, yo, whiskey…
Oh-oh, ya

]]> By: anthony http://boingboing.net/2008/08/27/photographing-the-sc.html#comment-269597 anthony Wed, 30 Nov -0001 00:00:00 +0000 #comment-269597 [W]herever I sat - on the deck of a ship or at a street caf̩ in Paris or Bangkok - I would be sitting under the same glass bell jar, stewing in my own sour air. [W]herever I sat Рon the deck of a ship or at a street caf̩ in Paris or Bangkok РI would be sitting under the same glass bell jar, stewing in my own sour air.

]]> By: Takuan http://boingboing.net/2008/08/27/photographing-the-sc.html#comment-269598 Takuan Wed, 30 Nov -0001 00:00:00 +0000 #comment-269598 and further; And with every jar that hit the bar, we swore we would remain And make the Mary Ellen Carter rise again. Rise again, rise again, that her name not be lost To the knowledge of men. and further;
And with every jar that hit the bar, we swore we would remain
And make the Mary Ellen Carter rise again.

Rise again, rise again, that her name not be lost
To the knowledge of men.

]]> By: Anonymous http://boingboing.net/2008/08/27/photographing-the-sc.html#comment-441120 Anonymous Wed, 30 Nov -0001 00:00:00 +0000 #comment-441120 Eastern blotting is the technique to detect post-translational protein modifications. The technology was developed in late 2008 and published in 2009. Eastern blotting is the technique to detect post-translational protein modifications. The technology was developed in late 2008 and published in 2009.

]]> By: anthony http://boingboing.net/2008/08/27/photographing-the-sc.html#comment-269609 anthony Wed, 30 Nov -0001 00:00:00 +0000 #comment-269609 That night, after the last of the children had gone home, my wife and I sat outside drinking, each of us wrapped in a separate silence. The city lights were burning, and Joshua was sleeping in his room. A nightjar gave one long trill after another from somewhere above us. That night, after the last of the children had gone home, my wife and I sat outside drinking, each of us wrapped in a separate silence. The city lights were burning, and Joshua was sleeping in his room. A nightjar gave one long trill after another from somewhere above us.

]]> By: Phikus http://boingboing.net/2008/08/27/photographing-the-sc.html#comment-269619 Phikus Wed, 30 Nov -0001 00:00:00 +0000 #comment-269619 "It's the middle of the night And your mommy & your daddy are sleeping It's the middle of the night And your mommy & your daddy are sleeping SLEEPING MOM & DAD ARE SLEEPING SLEEPING IN A JAR... (The jar is under the bed)" “It’s the middle of the night
And your mommy & your daddy are sleeping
It’s the middle of the night
And your mommy & your daddy are sleeping
SLEEPING
MOM & DAD ARE SLEEPING
SLEEPING IN A JAR…
(The jar is under the bed)”

]]> By: Phikus http://boingboing.net/2008/08/27/photographing-the-sc.html#comment-269621 Phikus Wed, 30 Nov -0001 00:00:00 +0000 #comment-269621 http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=p_1A8CBqIgc http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=p_1A8CBqIgc

]]> By: Phikus http://boingboing.net/2008/08/27/photographing-the-sc.html#comment-269626 Phikus Wed, 30 Nov -0001 00:00:00 +0000 #comment-269626 "Ill be grazing by your window Please come pat me on the head I just want to find out what you're nice to me for When I look up, don't think I don't know About all the scabs you dread Its hard to stomach the gore I know you don't have the patience To peel them off no more In a jar where you believe All I could do was lick your hand In a jar the scars are plain to see I hope somehow you'll know I understand I'll be grazing by your window Please come pat me on the head I just want to find out what you're nice to me for Then you smile and decide to take me in cause I look you by your bed But I can feel it just a little more I'll watch you fall apart, babe you know it You know I'm young and stuff, babe don't blow it Just unscrew the top, yeah Pick me up now just cant stop In a jar where you believe All I could do was lick your hand In a jar where scars are plain to see I hope somehow you'll know I understand Scabs collect beneath your bureau From the knife wounds you got" “Ill be grazing by your window
Please come pat me on the head
I just want to find out what you’re nice to me for
When I look up, don’t think I don’t know
About all the scabs you dread
Its hard to stomach the gore

I know you don’t have the patience
To peel them off no more
In a jar where you believe
All I could do was lick your hand
In a jar the scars are plain to see
I hope somehow you’ll know I understand

I’ll be grazing by your window
Please come pat me on the head
I just want to find out what you’re nice to me for
Then you smile and decide to take me in
cause I look you by your bed
But I can feel it just a little more

I’ll watch you fall apart, babe you know it
You know I’m young and stuff, babe don’t blow it
Just unscrew the top, yeah
Pick me up now just cant stop

In a jar where you believe
All I could do was lick your hand
In a jar where scars are plain to see
I hope somehow you’ll know I understand
Scabs collect beneath your bureau
From the knife wounds you got”

]]> By: anthony http://boingboing.net/2008/08/27/photographing-the-sc.html#comment-269628 anthony Wed, 30 Nov -0001 00:00:00 +0000 #comment-269628 http://images.allmoviephoto.com/2005_Jarhead/2005_jarhead_011.jpg http://images.allmoviephoto.com/2005_Jarhead/2005_jarhead_011.jpg

]]> By: anthony http://boingboing.net/2008/08/27/photographing-the-sc.html#comment-269630 anthony Wed, 30 Nov -0001 00:00:00 +0000 #comment-269630 http://images.allmoviephoto.com/2005_Jarhead/2005_jarhead_011.jpg nice dinosaur jr.... http://images.allmoviephoto.com/2005_Jarhead/2005_jarhead_011.jpg

nice dinosaur jr….

]]> By: Boba Fett Diop http://boingboing.net/2008/08/27/photographing-the-sc.html#comment-269887 Boba Fett Diop Wed, 30 Nov -0001 00:00:00 +0000 #comment-269887 I found the brains of Santa Claus Underneath my bed They were in a pickle jar I wonder if he's dead Oh, the smell like dried up tuna And look more grey than red I found the brains of Santa Claus I'll bet you that he's dead I found the brains of Santa Claus
Underneath my bed
They were in a pickle jar
I wonder if he’s dead
Oh, the smell like dried up tuna
And look more grey than red
I found the brains of Santa Claus
I’ll bet you that he’s dead

]]> By: Phikus http://boingboing.net/2008/08/27/photographing-the-sc.html#comment-269632 Phikus Wed, 30 Nov -0001 00:00:00 +0000 #comment-269632 This post is really jarring our memory. This post is really jarring our memory.

]]> By: anthony http://boingboing.net/2008/08/27/photographing-the-sc.html#comment-269635 anthony Wed, 30 Nov -0001 00:00:00 +0000 #comment-269635 No jar-jar, please. No jar-jar, please.

]]> By: Takuan http://boingboing.net/2008/08/27/photographing-the-sc.html#comment-269636 Takuan Wed, 30 Nov -0001 00:00:00 +0000 #comment-269636 http://mytwocents.files.wordpress.com/2007/07/brain.jpg http://mytwocents.files.wordpress.com/2007/07/brain.jpg

]]> By: TedJohnson http://boingboing.net/2008/08/27/photographing-the-sc.html#comment-270152 TedJohnson Wed, 30 Nov -0001 00:00:00 +0000 #comment-270152 No, not everything <a href="http://www.boingboing.net/2008/08/25/mickey-mouse-bridges.html#comment-267721" rel="nofollow">reminds me of the late Stephen Jay Gould</a>. However, 20+ years ago Gould collaborated with photographer Rosamond Wolff Purcell, and produced <a href="http://www.amazon.com/Illuminations-Bestiary-Rosamond-Purcell/dp/0393304361/ref=sr_1_2?ie=UTF8&s=books&qid=1219947613&sr=1-2" rel="nofollow"><i>Illuminations: A Bestiary</i></a> which is a wonderful book of photographs from museum collections. No, not everything reminds me of the late Stephen Jay Gould.

However, 20+ years ago Gould collaborated with photographer Rosamond Wolff Purcell, and produced Illuminations: A Bestiary which is a wonderful book of photographs from museum collections.

]]> By: Takuan http://boingboing.net/2008/08/27/photographing-the-sc.html#comment-269898 Takuan Wed, 30 Nov -0001 00:00:00 +0000 #comment-269898 strangeblot? strangeblot?

]]> By: Phikus http://boingboing.net/2008/08/27/photographing-the-sc.html#comment-269645 Phikus Wed, 30 Nov -0001 00:00:00 +0000 #comment-269645 Nice image Tak. I bid 26 quatlums! Anthony: Agreed. Nice image Tak. I bid 26 quatlums!

Anthony: Agreed.

]]> By: jennybean42 http://boingboing.net/2008/08/27/photographing-the-sc.html#comment-269678 jennybean42 Wed, 30 Nov -0001 00:00:00 +0000 #comment-269678 http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=cvnCKJCgCD8 Mad scientists, muppets, and bottles FTW http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=cvnCKJCgCD8
Mad scientists, muppets, and bottles FTW

]]> By: anthony http://boingboing.net/2008/08/27/photographing-the-sc.html#comment-269683 anthony Wed, 30 Nov -0001 00:00:00 +0000 #comment-269683 The Muppet show could really fool with a kid's emotional responses to its material. Were you supposed to laugh or cry or what? anyway: http://images.artnet.com/artwork_images/3279028/125353t.jpg The Muppet show could really fool with a kid’s emotional responses to its material. Were you supposed to laugh or cry or what?

anyway:

http://images.artnet.com/artwork_images/3279028/125353t.jpg

]]> By: Phikus http://boingboing.net/2008/08/27/photographing-the-sc.html#comment-269709 Phikus Wed, 30 Nov -0001 00:00:00 +0000 #comment-269709 <a href="http://cinecdoque.files.wordpress.com/2007/10/jim_jarmusch1.jpg" rel="nofollow">Jim</a> Jim

]]> By: Bender http://boingboing.net/2008/08/27/photographing-the-sc.html#comment-269478 Bender Wed, 30 Nov -0001 00:00:00 +0000 #comment-269478 I too am drawn to preserved things in jars, but I'm disappointed with the lack of those kinds of pics after the link jump. Here's my effort- http://tinyurl.com/5kkk67 I too am drawn to preserved things in jars, but I’m disappointed with the lack of those kinds of pics after the link jump.

Here’s my effort-

http://tinyurl.com/5kkk67

]]> By: Bender http://boingboing.net/2008/08/27/photographing-the-sc.html#comment-269484 Bender Wed, 30 Nov -0001 00:00:00 +0000 #comment-269484 My bad, I went to his blog. There are some shots in his flickr stream. My bad, I went to his blog. There are some shots in his flickr stream.

]]> By: Evan Rappaport http://boingboing.net/2008/08/27/photographing-the-sc.html#comment-269491 Evan Rappaport Wed, 30 Nov -0001 00:00:00 +0000 #comment-269491 In Soviet Russia, science museum photographs you! - Yakov Smirnoff In Soviet Russia, science museum photographs you! – Yakov Smirnoff

]]> By: jonathon http://boingboing.net/2008/08/27/photographing-the-sc.html#comment-269506 jonathon Wed, 30 Nov -0001 00:00:00 +0000 #comment-269506 "Is there anyone who doesn't feel a certain frisson of excitement when they see something organic preserved in a glass jar?" I'm guessing by organic, Meera doesn't mean 'spicy kosher dill.' “Is there anyone who doesn’t feel a certain frisson of excitement when they see something organic preserved in a glass jar?”

I’m guessing by organic, Meera doesn’t mean ‘spicy kosher dill.’

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