Packing up human skulls, 1948

Attendants from the Hunterian Museum of the Royal College Of Surgeons packing up some of the 3,000 human skulls stored in a shed in Lincoln’s Inn Fields, London, before their transfer to the Natural History Museum, July 1, 1948. The skulls include those of Chinese pirates, Eskimos and Maoris. Each of the skulls has a serial/catalog number on the forehead.



Medival surgeon’s iphone

47B09A58-8A49-48AE-B2D8-4E7C45B713D6These pages are part of a medieval surgical manual written by the 14th-century surgeon Jan Yperman. It describes in detail how to treat various wounds and illnesses. It also shows, however, what instruments needed to be used. For a compound fracture of the leg, for example, the jagged-edged scissors in the image were recommended. And each incision came with its own curly knife on a stick, of course. The book’s dimensions, which is about the size of an iPhone, suggests it was carried around by a 15th-century surgeon on his way to his patients. Break a leg. Or rather, better not. 😉


Codex Rotundus

Back in medschool my D632D711-5486-4016-84A0-8F2C45A6BC22.jpegteacher told me a few interesting words “Be careful about reading health books. You may die of a misprint” =)
Of course he used M. Twain’s words  because I was always short in my answers to his class and because my answers always had medical terms mostly hijacked by me. So one day he gave me a book about a book…it was about this little book named Codex Rotundus
The book kept me busy the entire night 😉

New books in New York

95B09D0A-9B47-4AED-B74A-52BA2C03CC60.pngWhat happens after going from pirouettes to politics? Peasantry to paparazzi? Behold the tales of two unbreakable beauties, with brains (and bravery) to boot.

h/t Oxford University
I’ll go with the blue one first 😉

Superintelligence : Paths, Dangers, Strategies

18B148E5-043A-468E-84C1-081D52A26969.jpegCurrently reading this book….and is not an easy book at all 😉
Superintelligence: Paths, Dangers, Strategies,” argues that true artificial intelligence, if it is realized, might pose a danger that exceeds every previous threat from technology—even nuclear weapons—and that if its development is not managed carefully humanity risks engineering its own extinction. Central to this concern is the prospect of an “intelligence explosion,” a speculative event in which an A.I. gains the ability to improve itself, and in short order exceeds the intellectual potential of the human brain by many orders of magnitude.

When it comes to understand the entire picture of someone’s thoughts you have to read the pros and cons and after that make your own neuro-soup.

For a balance you can read Ernest Davis’s (Dept of Computer Science/ NYU)  review:

Travel memo

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Surrealist eyes

Eyes and multiplication are definitely Dalinean elements. In 1976, Dali, inspired by an advertisement, created a conceptual architectural project which he transformed into a sculpture in 1980.D40250D9-279F-40BF-B25C-94CB5D453B7A

M Train

3D3DBB99-D90C-427D-BF92-86691E896F2E.png“I believe in movement. I believe in that lighthearted balloon, the world. I believe in midnight and the hour of noon. But what else do I believe in? Sometimes everything. Sometimes nothing. It fluctuates like light flitting over a pond.”
~ M Train – P.Smith ~

The last letter of a Kamikaze pilot

My Thoughts,

I am keenly aware of the tremendous personal honor involved in my having been chosen to be a member of the Army Special Attack Corps, which is considered to be the most elite attack force in the service of our glorious fatherland.
My thoughts about all these things derive from a logical standpoint which is more or less the fruit of my long career as a student and, perhaps, what some others might call a liberal. But I believe that the ultimate triumph of liberty is altogether obvious. As the Italian philosopher Benedetto Croce has proclaimed, “liberty is so quintessential to human nature that it is absolutely impossible to destroy it. “I believe along with him that this is a simple fact, a fact so certain that liberty must of necessity continue its underground life even when it appears, on the surface, to be suppressed—it will always win through in the end.
It is equally inevitable that an authoritarian and totalitarian nation, however much it may flourish temporarily, will eventually be defeated. In the present war we can see how this latter truth is borne out in the Axis Powers themselves. What more needs to be said about Fascist Italy? Nazi Germany too has already been defeated, and we see that all the authoritarian nations are now falling down one by one, exactly like buildings with faulty foundations. All these developments only serve to reveal all over again the universality of the truth that history has so often proven in the past: men’s great love of liberty will live on into the future and into eternity itself.

Although there are aspects to all this which constitute something the fatherland has reason to feel apprehensive about, it is still a truly wonderful thing to feel that one’s own personal beliefs have been validated. On every front, I believe that ideologies are at the bottom of all the fighting that is going on nowadays. Still further, I am firmly convinced that the outcome of each and every conflict is predictable on the bases of the ideologies held by the opposing sides.

My ambitious hope was to have lived to see my beloved fatherland—Japan—develop into a great empire like Great Britain in the past, but that hope has already been dashed. If those people who truly loved their country had been given a fair hearing, I do not believe that Japan would be in its present perilous position. This was my ideal and what I dreamt about: that the people of Japan might walk proudly anywhere in the world.

In a real sense it is certainly true that a pilot in our special aerial attack force is, as a friend of mine has said, nothing more than a piece of the machine. He is nothing more than that part of the machine which holds the plane’s controls—endowed with no personal qualities, no emotions, certainly with no rationality—simply just an iron filament tucked inside a magnet itself designed to be sucked into an enemy air-craft carrier. The whole business would, within any context of rational behavior, appear to be unthinkable, and would seem to have no appeal whatsoever except to someone with a suicidal disposition. I suppose this entire range of phenomena is best seen as something peculiar to Japan, a nation of spirituality. So then we who are nothing more than pieces of machinery may have no right to say anything, but we only wish, ask, and hope for one thing: that all the Japanese people might combine to make our beloved country the greatest nation possible.

Were I to face the battles that lie ahead in this sort of emotional state, my death would be rendered meaningless. This is the reason then, as I have already stated, that I intend to concentrate on the honor involved in being designated a member of the Special Attack Corps.

When I am in a plane perhaps I am nothing more than just a piece of the machine, but as soon as I am on the ground again I find that I am a complete human being after all, complete with human emotions—and passions too. when the sweetheart whom I loved so much passed away, I experienced a kind of spiritual death myself. Death in itself is nothing when you look upon it, as I do, as merely a pass to the heaven where I will see her once again, the one who is waiting there for me.

Tomorrow we attack. It may be that my genuine feelings are extreme—and extremely private! But I have put them down as honestly as I can. Please forgive me for writing so loosely and without much logical order. Tomorrow one believer in liberty and liberalism will leave this world behind. His withdrawing figure may have a lonely look about it, but I assure you that his heart is filled with contentment.
I have said everything I wanted to say in the way I wanted to say it. Please accept my apologies for any breach of etiquette. Well,then.

—Captain Ryoji Uehara

Uehara was killed during an attack on the US Fleet at the Battle of Okinawa, May 11th, 1945. He was 22 years old. Among his personal effects was a book on philosophy by Benedetto Croce, in the cover of which he had written,

“Goodbye, my beloved Kyoko-chan. I loved you so much;but even then you were already engaged, so it was very painful for me.Thinking only of your happiness,I suppressed the urge to whisper into your ear. That I loved you. I love you still.”


Parerga and Paralipomena

“Philosophy is a science, and as such has no articles of faith; accordingly, in it nothing can be assumed as existing except what is either positively given empirically, or demonstrated through indubitable conclusions.”
~Arthur Schopenhauer – Parerga and Paralipomena

Insomnia, sometimes, makes me think at some books I’ve read, also brings back some Mozart sound-waves….especially the piano concert no.26 in D&A major 😉

Schopenhauer is a bold diver of deep and dark water of human condition that showed the failures of the existence manquée, whose basis is egocentrism, strong attachment for material stuff, and a shallow vision of the mysteries of life. In short, this book is a superlative tractate on moral philosophy, an essential companion for learned people.

If you’re a book worm and enjoy philosophy you should not miss Parega & Paralipomena.a8de57f2-15bc-48c0-9075-da0b956be99d

Liquid 3 D printing

“Rapid Liquid Printing” uses gel to suspend its creations.

MIT collaborated with furniture firm Steelcase to create it. Rapid Liquid Printing physically draws in 3D space within a gel suspension, and enables the creation of large scale, customized products made of real-world materials. Compared with other techniques this is the first development to combine industrial materials with extremely fast print speeds in a precisely controlled process to yield large-scale products.


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Currently reading this….nothing like an exploration of the strange lives of our bodies postmortem.
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