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1 - Edith Widder’s TED talk on bioluminescence
2 - The bioluminescence footage on Edith Widder’s TED talk separated
3 - Glow warms using bioluminescence, mention in the voice over as if the bioluminescence is happening due to chemical reaction
4 - Article on the late J. Woodland Hastings, a Harvard biochemist whose improbable discovery of how bacteria communicate became the foundation for groundbreaking research
5 - Bonnie Bassler’s TED talk on how bioluminescent bacteria talk and work in animals
6 - Article around bioluminescence and bacteria detail an interesting account on how a romantic candlelight dinner in Winchester, N.H., was ruined when the husband looked down at his imitation crabmeat salad and saw green light shimmering back at him. and why
7 - Bio Art projects using bioluminescence
happiness rolled in a couple days ago,
e e e ee engul lll lfing ;
it’s moderately warm, somewhat orange and relatively alcoholic
morning activities instead of breakfast
it’s not like i don’t own a dslr, but photo-booth is meant for the impromptu
probably because I am turning 22 and the living should be a little bit nicer
but mainly because i would have to leave the place for breakfast
Before I built a wall I’d ask to know What I was walling in or walling out, And to whom I was like to give offense. Something there is that doesn’t love a wall, That wants it down.
— Robert Frost, Mending Wall
I scrapped my hard-covered moleskine for a 19x25 soft cover
I thought perhaps this year I will be more bendable
in, in-between, and out, given I own six pair of shoes now.
and I have walked the distance
on the cyber and the physical
I would like to give this digital, another proper shot for the sake ;
one clean start per one better chance.
Oliver Laric, Versions 2012
one - two - same - different
A simple way of life I’ve learned and wise:
I watch the sky, and pray to God, and daily,
To tire distress, with promptitude unfailing
Take long, long walks before the evening dies.
When burdocks stir and sigh in the ravine
And rowans droop and bow their branches meekly,
I make up cheerful verses and serene
Of life, sweet life that passes all too quickly.
At home, the cat licks at my hand and fills
The quiet room with pleased and happy purring.
Up in the tower of the sawing mill
A single bright and steady light is burning.
A stork nests on the roof; its cry is queer
And rends the pregnant hush, deep and bewitching.
If at my door you knock, I will not hear:
The sound will die away and never reach me.
I’ve learned to live simply and wisely,
To look into the sky and pray to God,
And wander before evening
To quell unnecessary alarm.
When weeds whisper in the ravine
And the clusters of a yellow-red
mountain ash is drooping,
I compose merry verses
About fatal but beautiful life.
I am coming back. A fluffy cat
Will lick my palm and purr with satisfaction.
And a bright light will go on
In the turret of a lakeside wood mill.
The cry of a stork perched on the roof
Explodes silence rarely enough.
And if you knock on my door,
I don’t think I will hear it.