Is this LOSS?
Loss of the symmetric crystal structure!

Damn, they got to him before he could get it out.
Curse you, lizard overlords!

Here’s a strange idea that just occurred to me, to further push YIMBY-ism:
Make electricity free for all those who live within a certain radius of the solar arrays.

You were expecting the storm god of the Sinai desert, maybe?

He might have won the very first Nobel Prize, had he not passed away just a few years prior, and much too young, wasn’t he in his late-30s or early-40s?

In fact, I believe that had Hertz remained alive and won his prize, the Nobel Committee would not have felt obliged to give it to Marconi a few years later.

Marconi was a back-stabbing asshole who became one of the wealthiest men in the world by abusing the gentlemanly trust of others, and coasting on someone else’s technology - particularly the way crystals oscillate, and some of them serve nicely as a sort of “translation point” between electromagnetic waves and the physical apparatus that transmits and/or receives the signal.

Pray with me.

Euler and Gauss… the lads.

Or films from Spain. They whisper in a mumbled accent, then all of a sudden they start SCREAMING at each other.

Imagine a sci-fi world, far in the future, where there are enough old unearthed pennies to be used as currency, but they are scarce enough to acquire great relative value.

“Hey, that must have cost a small fortune!”
“A hundred and twenty five pennies, to be exact.”
“Damn!”

Some sort of feline entanglement, hissy action at a distance.
With the added feature that each cat sees itself as “cat” and the other cat as “anti-cat”.

Like a guy said to me in college:
“Man… if you lived during the Flintstones, you’d be driving a sportscar.”
Yeah, that was one I’d never heard before, I had to shake the guy’s hand and congratulate him for originality.

Best known for being produced by Brian Eno.

“Hey man, did you hear the latest James album?”
“What? No. Why, should I?”
“Check this out, man… produced by Brian Eno.”
“Get the fuck outta here! Are you serious?”
“Yeah! It’s… it’s pretty damn good, check it out.”
“Interesting…! Yeah, I think I will, thanks for the heads up, man.”
“Sure thing, buddy.”

What’s the name of that station?
I’ve only been to NYC once, about ten years ago, but I did pass through this stop and if memory serves, it’s called Mets-Willits Point… I think? It’s the last or next to last stop before the Flushing terminus, that I do remember.

“Scratch” his itch for some of that killer skunk weed, the devil’s lettuce!

Did Sagan say that in writing? I know he wrote a few things about his experiences with pot, but those were informal, anecdotal writings, and this sounds much more formal, almost like a public statement meant for publication, or a speech.

Crystal Toad… Crystoad?

Imagine getting drugged at some seedy nightclub and you wake up without a kidney… then a week later you get drugged again and wake up with the same defective kidney stuffed back inside. A full refund!

Echoes of - “The internet is not a dump truck, it’s a series of tubes”.

To us as a species just barely out of the African steppes and valleys, it registers as some sort of secular magic, is like being mesmerized by a kaleidoscope or being at the center of a room full of mirrors.

To pull out extra dimensions from math, and be able to see how the tips of our new lines wave about. To zoom in on the Mandelbrot Set. To consider infinities nested within infinities. To see how Pi literally goes on forever. To notice how Pi seems to pop up nearly everywhere, including where it wasn’t expected. To see prime numbers go in outward spirals and making intricate patterns that seem to comply with the golden ratio.

This is all very poetic, too. Maybe the purest kind of art. Surely the most rigorously rational, coming up with utterly unexpected and surprising structures, beyond our ability to imagine just with our senses at play.

The bearcat!