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US Pentagon finds Brain-to-brain interface that lets rats share information via internet

Rats thousands of miles apart collaborate on simple tasks with their brains connected through the internet

Originally found at The Guardian

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Scientists have connected the brains of a pair of animals and allowed them to share sensory information in a major step towards what the researchers call the world’s first “organic computer”.

The US team fitted two rats with devices called brain-to-brain interfaces that let the animals collaborate on simple tasks to earn rewards, such as a drink of water.

In one radical demonstration of the technology, the scientists used the internet to link the brains of two rats separated by thousands of miles, with one in the researchers’ lab at Duke University in Durham, North Carolina, and the other in Natal, Brazil.

Led by Miguel Nicolelis, a pioneer of devices that allow paralysed people to control computers and robotic arms with their thoughts, the researchers say their latest work may enable multiple brains to be hooked up to share information.

“These experiments showed that we have established a sophisticated, direct communication linkage between brains,” Nicolelis said in a statement. “Basically, we are creating what I call an organic computer.”

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Jerry Buss, Lakers’ Flamboyant Owner, Dies at 80

Mindy McCready Dead at 37

Originally found at abc.com

Jerry Buss had been a chemist and a mathematician long before he bought the Los Angeles Lakers in 1979. The self-made millionaire with a head for business and an impresario’s heart assailed the NBA with every skill he acquired along the way.

With his personal alchemy and charisma, he blended two generations of marquee basketball stars and big-name coaches into 10 championship teams. His financial wizardry allowed him to pay top dollar to get the best players and keep them together without a huge personal fortune.

Buss built a glittering life for himself and the Lakers, playing a huge role in the NBA’s move from a second-tier pro sport into can’t-miss Hollywood entertainment while polishing his oddly nicknamed franchise into a glamorous global brand.

Magic, Kareem and Big Game James. Kobe, Shaq and Pau.

They were the stars, but Buss created Showtime.

The applause still hasn’t died down.

Buss, who shepherded the Lakers from their 1980s dynasty through the current Kobe Bryant era while becoming one of the most important and successful owners in pro sports, died Monday. He was 80.

“Jerry Buss was more than just an owner. He was one of the great innovators that any sport has ever encountered,” said Pat Riley, who coached four of Buss’ 10 title teams. “He was a true visionary, and it was obvious with the Lakers in the ’80s that ‘Showtime’ was more than just Magic Johnson and Kareem Abdul-Jabbar. It was really the vision of a man who saw something that connected with a community.”

Under Buss’ leadership, the star-studded, trophy-winning Lakers became Southern California’s most beloved sports franchise and a signature cultural representation of Los Angeles. Buss acquired, nurtured and befriended a staggering array of talented players and hoops minds during his Hall of Fame tenure, from Johnson, Abdul-Jabbar and James Worthy to Kobe Bryant, Shaquille O’Neal, Pau Gasol and Dwight Howard.

“Think about the impact that he’s had on the game and the decisions he’s made, and the brand of basketball he brought here with Showtime and the impact that had on the sport as a whole,” Bryant said a few days ago. “Those vibrations were felt to a kid all the way in Italy who was 6 years old, before basketball was even global. His impact is felt worldwide.”

Few owners in sports history can approach Buss’ accomplishments with the Lakers, who made the NBA Finals 16 times during his nearly 34 years in charge, winning 10 titles between 1980 and 2010. Whatever the Lakers did under Buss’ watch, they did it big — with the big-name players Hollywood demanded, an eye-popping style of play and a relentless pursuit of success with little regard to its financial cost.

“His incredible commitment and desire to build a championship-caliber team that could sustain success over a long period of time has been unmatched,” said Jerry West, Buss’ longtime general manager and now a consultant with the Golden State Warriors. “With all of his achievements, Jerry was without a doubt one of the most humble men I’ve ever been around. His vision was second to none; he wanted an NBA franchise brand that represented the very best and went to every extreme to accomplish his goals.”

Buss died at Cedars-Sinai Medical Center in Los Angeles, said Bob Steiner, his assistant and longtime friend. Buss had been hospitalized for most of the past 18 months while undergoing cancer treatment, but the cause of death was kidney failure, Steiner said.

‘Young’ black hole is nearby, NASA says; doorway to a new universe?

A supernova remnant may contain the most recent black hole formed in the Milky Way galaxy, according to NASA. (X-ray: NASA/CXC/MIT/L.Lopez et al; Infrared: Palomar; Radio: NSF/NRAO/VLA )

A supernova remnant may contain the most recent black hole formed in the Milky Way galaxy, according to NASA. (X-ray: NASA/CXC/MIT/L.Lopez et al; Infrared: Palomar; Radio: NSF/NRAO/VLA )

Article originally found at LA times and written by Amy Hubbard

Asteroid 2012 DA14 is bearing down on Earth, rattling nerves and making sci-fi fans’ eyes light up.  But the cool science news doesn’t stop there. Researchers believe they may have spotted the youngest black hole in the Milky Way galaxy, and — from scientists’ point of view – it’s not far away.

When it comes to black holes, it can be hard to differentiate the science from the science fiction.  Remember Nikodem Poplawski’s 2010 theory — that our universe is within a black hole — which is within another universe altogether.  That sounds like Disney’s 1979 film “The Black Hole.”

Stephen Hawking, theoretical physicist and cosmologist, recalls seeing the film in an essay on black holes, saying the hole in the film provides “a passage from one universe to another.”  He goes on to say the wormholes of science fiction provide an interstellar space-travel short-cut, a workaround to the “Einstein speed limit.”

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Saving The Sounds Of America

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Chris Dorner Puts Argument back into Gun Policy

Why He Helps Americans Remember Why They Dislike the LAPD

By Dave Schilling

Article found at Vice.com

The Christopher Dorner manhunt that has consumed so much of the recent media cycle took a turn last night, as law enforcement officials stormed the cabin Dorner was believed to be hiding in. After a siege reminiscent of the ATF raid on the Branch Davidian compound in 1993, a single gunshot was heard by police, and the building went up in flames. Officials are currently working furiously to positively identify the body as Dorner’s.

If Dorner, the former LAPD officer who went on a revenge killing spree directed at his former employers, was in the cabin when it burned, then we can put a definitive rest to what was quickly becoming a bizarre cult of personality built around a murderer. There’s already a fake Twitter account and #GoChrisGo was trending up until the point when whoever was in there got torched.

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A Quest to Find the New Dalston

Article originally found at Vice.com

By Clive Martin

There comes a point when every scene must die. For punk, it was when the originators began to see bronzed Italians with yellow mohicans posing for Chinese tourists on Camden Lock. For rave, it was the Ibiza Chillout compilations and bad comedians doing the “big fish, little fish” dance at the Royal Variety Performance. For grime, it was probably when MCs stopped getting paid in cash.

The key isn’t so much knowing when a scene, club, look or location is kicking off, but knowing when it’s kicking the bucket. And for Dalston – London’s number one late-night booze and drugs vortex – the bucket has surely been kicked. Last Friday, Harry Styles, ace face of the world’s biggest boyband, went out in Dalston for his birthday. His night climaxed with a phalanx of paparazzi battling to get a shot of him stumbling out of a house party at the Dalston Square apartments, themselves new-built with regeneration money, in the hours just before dawn.

What next? Calum Best helping girls pot their reds in Efes, haunting the pool hall like a sleazy version of Patrick Swayze in Ghost? Prince Harry shuffling to “Au Seve” in the basement of Dalston Superstore? Caggie Dunlop passed out in some rubbish bags outside Stamford Works?


Harry Styles on the razz in Dalston last week.

The sound of Dalston’s death rattle is ringing out into the sprawl beyond. The place seems oversaturated, sold out and embroiled in an endless inter-venue cockfight, each undercutting the other with later closing times and less frequent toilet searches. It’s got to a point where even the Evening Standard know the jig is up, running an article recently about how everyone despises the “revellers” who pour off the new tube links every night to drink, shout, fuck, piss and vomit in the street.

You can’t blame the locals for hating what the place has become. It exists somewhere between the Groucho Club and a £4-a-pint night at the Swansea student union. It’s time for London to move on, but where to? It’s a big city, but outside of the usual places, it doesn’t seem like there’s a whole lot happening.

I decided to hit up a well-known property site in search of the cheapest (because that’s why people originally moved to Dalston, lest we forget) locations within a five-mile radius of E8 (because nobody wants to live in Hendon) to find out where the next Dalston is going to be and how much fun you can expect to have while “urinating, vomiting and making too much noise” there in a couple of years’ time.


FOREST GATE
Why Is It the New Dalston: Highly Affordable, Plenty of Greenery.

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Why Kraftwerk’s Albums are Werks of Art


As the legendary electronic quartet finishes up there residency at the Tait Modern, Mark Ward from DiS gives a little review on what their performances stand for in the evolvution of music and art.

 

By Mark Ward, article can be found at Drowned in Sound

It may sound an antithetical thing to say about four aging Teutonic intellectuals dressed unflatteringly in figure-hugging grid-patterned bodysuits, but no band has concerned itself more precisely with how it is perceived than Kraftwerk. The visuals have always been as precisely engineered as the music, and this concert, the second in a chronological series of eight, each presenting an album from a rich back catalogue, is about much more than entertaining the meagre audience that mottles Tate Modern’s Turbine Hall.

In this cathedral of contemporary culture, Kraftwerk’s third gallery residency (following stints in New York’s Museum of Modern Art and Düsseldorf’s Kunstsammlung Nordrhein-Westfalen) is an act of canonisation. Of course, Kraftwerk have long been assured their place in the pantheon of popular music; here they are concerned with sealing pop music’s position in the annals of art history. By placing their albums in the same surroundings as the Hockneys, Warhols and Lichtensteins upstairs, Kraftwerk affirm that their art pop is equal to any pop art.

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Goodbye Stool Pigeon

From The Stool Pigeons website today…

“The December/January issue of The Stool Pigeon was the final issue. A catch-22: I wanted to do much more online, but the newspaper sucked up nearly all our resources and time. It’s proved impossible to do both as well as we’d like and, to be frank, we’re knackered.

We haven’t gone bust. We will settle outstanding invoices and, subscribers, you will be reimbursed via PayPal for issues that you have paid for upfront and will now not receive. Thank you for your support.”

To all the staff there, you paper always gave the best reviews, and

had the best comic section ever.

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The Perfect Vagina
While working as a general practitioner, I had a patient who would not stop complaining about her flaps—vaginal flaps, that is, or labia minora, to be precise. Miss Vagina Whiner first came to me saying she had lost all pleasure from sexual intercourse because she was so embarrassed by her saggy lips, which drooped about her clitoris like the slobbery chops of an overbred dog. I found it curious she had shaved prior to her appointment and wondered if this was to highlight the outlandish size of her flaps.
Unfortunately, vaginal aesthetics—much like penis size—is an area where the National Health Service of the UK generally will not intervene. Ugly people are not referred for a face-transplant, and the same applies to bad genital luck. I apologized, saying that there was nothing I could do and that it was an area for a private cosmetic surgeon. I also reassured her that enlarged labia are perfectly normal and common among women, especially after popping out a few babies.
But she was persistent in her taxpayer’s right to free medical attention and returned some weeks later demanding I see her. I again reiterated—declining to take a second look—that there was nothing I could do. The only time the NHS will refer a patient for cosmetic surgery is if the problem is causing pain—the genitals can rub uncomfortably against clothes or during sex—or if the psychological effect is severe. She paused before saying, “If you won’t help me, I’ll just have to do it myself. How do I best cut them off?” Er, you’re really best not to, I don’t care how steady your hand is, chopping bits of your vagina off with scissors in the shower is a bad idea.
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The Perfect Vagina

While working as a general practitioner, I had a patient who would not stop complaining about her flaps—vaginal flaps, that is, or labia minora, to be precise. Miss Vagina Whiner first came to me saying she had lost all pleasure from sexual intercourse because she was so embarrassed by her saggy lips, which drooped about her clitoris like the slobbery chops of an overbred dog. I found it curious she had shaved prior to her appointment and wondered if this was to highlight the outlandish size of her flaps.

Unfortunately, vaginal aesthetics—much like penis size—is an area where the National Health Service of the UK generally will not intervene. Ugly people are not referred for a face-transplant, and the same applies to bad genital luck. I apologized, saying that there was nothing I could do and that it was an area for a private cosmetic surgeon. I also reassured her that enlarged labia are perfectly normal and common among women, especially after popping out a few babies.

But she was persistent in her taxpayer’s right to free medical attention and returned some weeks later demanding I see her. I again reiterated—declining to take a second look—that there was nothing I could do. The only time the NHS will refer a patient for cosmetic surgery is if the problem is causing pain—the genitals can rub uncomfortably against clothes or during sex—or if the psychological effect is severe. She paused before saying, “If you won’t help me, I’ll just have to do it myself. How do I best cut them off?” Er, you’re really best not to, I don’t care how steady your hand is, chopping bits of your vagina off with scissors in the shower is a bad idea.

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Alica Keys has been promoted to Global Creative Director for Blackberry

Will.I.am is apparently director of creative innovation at Intel.

BlackBerry goes glam, enlists Alicia Keys

help to “inspire the future” of the company.

BlackBerry CEO Thorsten Heins greets Alicia Keys as the company’s new global creative director.

The Canadian smartphone maker, which previously called itself Research In Motion, today named Keys as its global creative director. The position is one BlackBerry created to help “inspire the future” of the company.

Keys said she previously was a BlackBerry power user, but she left the platform after noticing sexier phones at the gym. For a while she had two phones, but Keys has now moved back to just a BlackBerry.

It’s typical for companies to seek endorsements for their products, and some have even named celebrities to positions within the company. Intel, for example, named singer Will.i.am as its director of creative innovation. Typically, such artists show up at various company events, in ads, and just generally talk up the products.

BlackBerry today launched a new operating system and two new devices that it hopes will attract users back to its platform. The company has faced steep market share loss to Apple and Android handset vendors, and BlackBerry 10 is viewed by many to be the company’s last shot at winning over buyers.

article originally found at cnet

January 30, 2013 

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What the Czech Play That Coined the Term ‘Robot’ Tells Us About Today’s Robonomics

By Ben Richmond

article originally found at Motherboard

This is not a photo from the rendition of Rossom’s Universal Robots that I saw (via)

We’ve been afraid of the robot uprising as long as we’ve had the word “robot,” a word that made its way into English from Czech in the 1920s. A robotnik is a slave; robota, forced labor. But it was by way of a play, Rossum’s Universal Robots (R.U.R.), that the anglicized “robot” came to us as meaning a man-like machine.

I recently saw the play put on by the Resonance Ensemble at the Beckett Theatre in New York City. Mounting R.U.R. now seems particularly timely, as the first real robot revolution is upon us.

As always, we live in fear of the robot. Today it is not so much that the Siris of the world will grow tired of our trifling requests for nearby restaurants and weather reports, but more so that technology will continue its creep up the skill-ladder, swallowing the remaining blue-collar jobs as an appetizer for white-collar work. Our fear now revolves around the fact that technology is now encroaching on more and more human labor, but our hyper-enlightened system for distributing its benefits is nowhere to be found.

Once the realm of science fiction, the fear is now manifest across our stateliest publications (and available in big pools of links here and here). In December 2012, Paul Krugman speculated on long-term problems facing the American economy, and one of them was a rise of robotics contributing to an on-going shift of income from workers to owners of capital.

Publications such as the Atlantic and Wired have both published stories on how the human workforce is nearing obsoletism. Not just those of us doing repetitious or “mechanical” tasks will be replaced. But as Wired’s Kevin Kelly warns: “It doesn’t matter if you are a doctor, lawyer, architect, reporter, or even programmer: The robot takeover will be epic.”

Most in the West have the reassurance that the next jobs being phased out by robots have already been outsourced to other countries, where low-tech, old-fashioned human labor was cheaper.

Even here, robots are creeping in to take these least pleasant of jobs. Foxconn, makers of the iPhone and quite a bit human suffering, are bringing in more than a million robots to supplement and replace people. Terry Gou, Foxconn’s chairman, described the rationale behind the new robot hires in typical Foxconn fashion. “As human beings are also animals,” Gou stated, “to manage one million animals gives me a headache.” Which is such a terrible thing to say, that you really hope the robots can and will replace everyone at Foxconn, so no one has to work for this man ever again.   

Playwright Karel Capek was going to call the artificial workers Labori, but the name struck him as “too bookish.” His brother, the painter Josef Capek, suggested “robots,” instead. It’s not too surprising then, that the robots in R.U.R. feel like a pretty thinly-veiled metaphor.

Rather than working alongside people, robots replace them, starting in unpleasant, low-level jobs like coal-mining, and working their way up to more complicated tasks—sweeping the floor, fighting wars, and making more robots in the robot factory where the play takes place, the birthplace of all robots.

In the adaptation I saw, the robots get better and better software, and eventually deduce that they are the next stage of evolution, and the humans must make way for robo sapien. All the soldier robots return to the factory of their birth, to take control of their own fate and complete the extermination of the human race.

No one in our contemporary world seems to be mistaking the workers of the world with cogs, although troublingly that seems to be so because the cogs are much easier to employ, and capable of so much more. Not only are human beings being replaced at things humans used to be able to do—robots are doing things that human beings never could do, like mine asteroids or explore deep space, or build a ton of smartphones without ever getting carpal tunnel.

Still, the robots feel very much like tools, not like competition. The issue isn’t that our machines are out to kill us. It’s that they’re out to offer us the highest quality for the lowest prices.

Fast-food workers of the work, unite be warned! (via Momentum Machines)

It’s not R.U.R. or the Terminator or the Matrix that’s happening here. It’s more reminiscent of John Henry and his hammer. John Henry might beat that steam-powered, steel-driving machine on that first round (the folk songs have varied accounts on this), but it costs John Henry his life. And ultimately, John Henry was an otherwise disenfranchised stiff, who some say was born a slave in Tennessee; he was definitely a minority, whose job is so dead end that it ends in his death. And John Henry was the best at what he did. What chance did the serviceable-but-unremarkable steel drivers have?

Maybe it’s reminiscent of the last industrial revolution, where eventually we found stuff for everyone to do, but both economists and business leaders point to the tech boom as evidence that even if a rising tide lifts all boats, some tides don’t lift everyone equally. As Google’s Eric Schmidt noted late last year: “Employment is going to be a global problem, not a U.S. one.”

R.U.R. does offer a few insights into what life will be like with robots that (er, who?) are as capable as people. Just as people like the Reformed Broker are projecting today, the manufacturers who own the intellectual property of the robots are making bank. Even in the midst of the robot rebellion, their accountant (who somewhat inexplicably is a person) is tallying up the astronomical sums that Rossum’s Universal Robot company has made.

Sadly, this is most of what we hear about R.U.R.’s world beyond the robot factory—a dropping birth rate, and constant war. The people inside the robot factory work in the research and development and marketing of robots, so R.U.R. doesn’t offer a lot of clues as to how the middle class is supposed to live in the coming age of post-Fordism, where your factory workers don’t need to be able to afford your product because they are your product.

It’s a sort of facile turn of phrase for the specter that now hangs over our entire economy. But there may be hope that economists will get moving on figuring this out, lest they be replaced by something that can.

Last week Ayasdi, a data mining company founded in Palo Alto, California, revealed software that mined “big data” and presented researchers with the connections. “The biggest challenge in big data today is asking the right questions of data. The power of Ayasdi is its unique ability to automatically discover insights without asking questions”, said Ayasdi CEO Gurjeet Singh. An Ayasdi investor said big data contains “answers that will help solve some of the most pressing global, social and economic issues.”

Machine giveth, machine taketh away.

Its also available on cassette as well

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THE SAD-ASS GUIDE TO BEING A MAN

By William Cody Watson

It’s funny, cause its true.  It’s also funny because Watson is telling you exactly what you need to hear in the nicest, more realistic, manly way possible.  As we grow up (which has lately become a slow process), us men do need to get some of this shit together.  Maybe not all of this at once, but an alphabet checklist seems like a damn good tool to get it started, even if it is from Vice Magazine.  Honestly, who else would you trust for something as all encompassing and fucked up as our everyday lifestyles?

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William Cody Watson, the man behind the Sad-Ass Music column, came up with his very own guide to being a man. Although he claims to not really know what he’s doing when it comes to all that, we think he’s doing a superior job.

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Adulthood

You’re not 11 or 17 anymore. Get your fucking shit together. The days of John Bendering around your high school, acting like you’re so fucking tough and rad are over. Everyone expects you to button your shirt, pull up your pants, get a job and get real. Well, guess what? That’s what being a legitimate adult is all about. Yeah, ugh, sorry bro, but time to man up and enter the real world. I say as I’m laid out across my bed, typing this in my underwear, at 12:30 PM on a Wednesday. 

B

Books

Yeah, you should probably read some. Maybe start with Bukowski, Hunter S. Thompson, or Harry Crews, or shit just start at the articles in Playboy, but fucking start somewhere. Take a cue from Bill Hicks. You don’t wanna end up a waffle waitress. You need to expand your mind, somehow some way. I’m not even talking about the accounting book that got rain-fucked in the bed of your pick-up. I’m talking about things that will expand not only your intellect, but maybe grace you with a little bit of finesse, swagger, confidence, humility, and shit, maybe even a stroke of brilliance. Chances are writers have lived 1,000 of the lifestyles you can only dream of, so you might as well take notes, dude.

C

Cologne

Buy some already you fucking mutant.

D

Douchebaggery

Look, I know growing up, something in your brain told you that by being the biggest douchebag in the world, you’d get all the respect, power, money, girls, etc., etc. til the day you die. Well, I’ve got something to tell you, nine times out of ten, uuuugggghhhh, that’s totally true. I hate to be that way, but it’s just the way the world works. That’s why you have to realize, we need to make a change. I’m not saying you can’t be an asshole, sure you can, just practice some moderation, bro. It’s 2013, so let’s just try to start giving nice guys a good name.

E

Eating

Yeah, like, actually eating food… Practice some restraint here, piggy. Hey now, don’t get all huffy puffy, I’m fat, it’s cool. I’m just saying, don’t eat a rack of BBQ ribs like it’s cunnilingus hour at the pussy patch. Use a napkin, chew with your mouth closed, really show that special someone that you’re trying to put forth some effort to appear slightly post-neanderthal. Also, y’know, maybe watch a few cooking shows, read a couple cook books (see back to “b”) and learn a couple tricks. I’m telling you, special someones get mighty impressed (read: horny) when you bring them home to a nice, home-cooked meal. Even if it is grilled cheese, tomato soup, and Miller Lite.

F

Farting

A gift from on high, just like, don’t fart into the refrigerator while your beloved is cooking you dinner.

G

Game Changer

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