I'm Pam Newman.
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I'm a writer of aricles, poems & songs. Here's some cool stuff I wrote.
My little brother got into outer space and stuff so my step-mom bought him a place mat with all the planets on it. When I first saw it, I was upset, because it was newer and so Pluto wasn’t labeled. I was about to say something when I noticed something…
Pluto is there.
The artist remembered Pluto.
The artist drew Pluto crying.
Oh Pluto! :’(
Reblogging again for that gif ^
AWW! I want to kiss their little faces.
Tweenbots by Kacie Kinzer:
Given their extreme vulnerability, the vastness of city space, the dangers posed by traffic, suspicion of terrorism, and the possibility that no one would be interested in helping a lost little robot, I initially conceived the Tweenbots as disposable creatures which were more likely to struggle and die in the city than to reach their destination. Because I built them with minimal technology, I had no way of tracking the Tweenbot’s progress, and so I set out on the first test with a video camera hidden in my purse. I placed the Tweenbot down on the sidewalk, and walked far enough away that I would not be observed as the Tweenbot––a smiling 10-inch tall cardboard missionary––bumped along towards his inevitable fate.
The results were unexpected. Over the course of the following months, throughout numerous missions, the Tweenbots were successful in rolling from their start point to their far-away destination assisted only by strangers. Every time the robot got caught under a park bench, ground futilely against a curb, or became trapped in a pothole, some passerby would always rescue it and send it toward its goal. Never once was a Tweenbot lost or damaged. Often, people would ignore the instructions to aim the Tweenbot in the “right” direction, if that direction meant sending the robot into a perilous situation. One man turned the robot back in the direction from which it had just come, saying out loud to the Tweenbot, “You can’t go that way, it’s toward the road.”
The Tweenbot’s unexpected presence in the city created an unfolding narrative that spoke not simply to the vastness of city space and to the journey of a human-assisted robot, but also to the power of a simple technological object to create a complex network powered by human intelligence and asynchronous interactions. But of more interest to me, was the fact that this ad-hoc crowdsourcing was driven primarily by human empathy for an anthropomorphized object. The journey the Tweenbots take each time they are released in the city becomes a story of people’s willingness to engage with a creature that mirrors human characteristics of vulnerability, of being lost, and of having intention without the means of achieving its goal alone. As each encounter with a helpful pedestrian takes the robot one step closer to attaining it’s destination, the significance of our random discoveries and individual actions accumulates into a story about a vast space made small by an even smaller robot.
Another example of humans being essentially good. We are not inherantly sociopaths. We a want to help each other succeed. Antyhing less is a creation of a select few who refuse to believe in the goodness of mankind.
/personal & extremely unscientific theory
Truth be told, I’ve missed being a drummer lately. I was good. Not in this photo — I was total shit when this was taken. I mean, later on, I was good. Damn good. My first paying job was as a drummer for a dinner theater. I was in middle school. By the time high school rolled around, I was doing cheesy school concerts during the day and playing with my band in various dive bars during the night. And those shows were hugely rewarding. Watching a room full of people bobbing their heads to what you’re doing! Knowing what part of the song is going to make everybody start dancing and being right about it. Meeting lots of interesting people afterwards, who come up and tell you that you rocked their face off. I didn’t make a single dollar from the entire experience, but I was given so much more. Sometimes right there in the parking lot.
Let’s start a side project, Topher.
I’ll wear my glasses & a red wig and you wear a lobster costume.
We can call ourselves Hipster Ariel and the Hot Crustacean Band.
I think I just pissed off some dogs with the noise I made after seeing that picture.