Spiders sprayed with water containing carbon nanotubes and graphene flakes have produced the toughest fibers ever measured, say materials scientists.
Spider silk is one of the more extraordinary materials known to science. The protein fiber, spun by spiders to make webs, is stronger than almost anything that humans can make.
Hopefully the spiders don’t get wind of this. I’m thinking start of Terminator, the Spider Edition.
trust me, lois with a few beer under her belt on tuesday afternoon is not something i want to thank.
i sorta misappropriated this line from “Who’s afraid of Virginia Woolf?” starring Burton/Taylor. up until “August: Osage County” depicted my mom in glorious color, the Burton/Taylor pic was the definitive reference on my parent’s marriage.
Captain’s log: eight fifth graders, one adult, one James Cameron movie.
For his 11th birthday, my son asked if he could have a slumber party. He invited seven other fifth-grade boys. They played video games for a couple of hours, ate pizza, then said they wanted to watch a movie. They’d seen every comic book movie multiple times. Seen all the Indiana Jones films. Star Wars. Anything with a hobbit in it. The usual 11-year old boy options, circa 2015, weren’t going to work.
So I suggested “Aliens,” thinking, “Well, it’s exciting, and even if they haven’t see the first one, the movie tells the story well enough that you won’t be confused about who Ripley is and what’s at stake for her.”
They agreed (some of them had seen the first one anyway, and nearly all had seen at least one film with a xenomorph in it) and so we watched it together. And as we watched, I realized again that while unfortunately you can’t see a great movie again for the first time, the next-best thing is to show it to people who’ve never seen it.
jimi, I thought of you when I read this article a while back.
I think that one of reasons I adore her so much is that magical, fantastical love that she sings of. That “running away with you” love. I had that once with a girl named Mary. When I was with her, it was always reckless, uninhibited, passionate, unforgiving. We answered to no one.
After our first date, I pulled up at her place to drop her off. She looked at me from the passenger seat and shyly said, “I want a kiss.”
We only dated for about three months and maybe that’s why I miss her. Being honest and realistic, we never got to the part in the relationship where we hated each other. Maybe not everybody gets there but I always seem to. :-D
And we kissed all the time. Intensely.
We were stopped at a red light intersection on a highway once, making out in my black Mustang. The light turned green but we didn’t stop or go. As the cars went around, some of them honked angrily, others whistled, other cheered. It was, still is, one of the best moments of my life.
GOD BLESS YOU. i mean that as sincerely as capital letters allow. sooo much of what you wrote is the word. i’ve dated some mary’s. i’ll try to relate a story or 2 about ‘em. it’s one of the nuggets of corn you can glean from the mountain of horseshit in marianne w’s canon: LOVE IS MAGICAL. it literally casts a spell. a spell like the fiction of love songs and movies, only real.
Before the twisty gymnastics got involved I remember having the innocent necking dreams. The steamy heat, the fumbling, the tripping heart beats. Two heat seeking beings and the thought of
those lips. Always the lips.
tism · May 11, 2015 at 7:11 pm
That is so kewl.
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