STEM

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Artificial Muscles

ARTIFICIAL MUSCLES from Djakhangir Zakhidov on Vimeo.

STEM

I finally started a company
STEM: Science Technology Education Media.

Current STEM project - Carbon Nanotube Aerogels, a film about a unique new material unlike any others in nature.
Next STEM project - building the STEM website, designing logos, business cards... my new STEM identity.
Everlasting STEM initiative - finding new stories and clients, understanding market demand, accumulating IP
STEM searching for - after effects experts, art director, 3D animators
STEM needs - MONEY!

Gitar

I never been lonely....
cause me so cool
baby you ever possibility
play with me

mmmm
Iaaai never been clever
because need it never
baby you ever possibility
play it with me

gitar gitar gitar gitar
come to my buduar
gitar gitar gitar gitar
jump to my yaguar...

-Peter Nalitch

Thermoacoustics and Carbon Nanotubes

Nanotechnologists are exploring new fields of sound design AKA Building a sound speaker has never been so easy and... hot?

Just yesterday, with my own eyes, I saw one of those - a sound speaker that doesn't have a vibrating membrane or any moving parts, is not bulky and complicated, and is so simple in design it would make you spasm with joy. Super thin Carbon Nanotubes, when stretched as a sheet, will emit sound while electric current is applied to them. Its thermoacoustics y'all! In layman's terms here's what happens: when you send electricity through these super tiny threads of carbon they release little bursts of heat into the air, agitating the air molecules and changing the air pressure around them - make acoustic vibrations that we discern with our ears. This has been long known in the world of physics and just recently a team of Chinese scientists published an article in Science that shows CNT (carbon nanotubes) sheets as ideal for this purpose.

So anyway, yes, this is super wild and amazing, and has been shown to me and I even have a video clip of it. Why am I so excited about this? Because when I first saw it I was truly amazed! I was looking at a clear plastic box with some ultra thin threads of wire stretched from one end to the other and that, connected to a radio through an amp, was playing a song by Outkast! The wire never vibrated or moved, but produced heat that i perceived as sound. Well, and I could also feel the heat on my hands when I moved them right over. It wasn't perfect sound reproduction, in fact it was far from perfect with more treble and not enough base, but still, that shit was FREAKY COOL. I'm sure with enough tweaking it will sound good. You can have sound come out of your t-shirt or your name card, better yet, your poster of Bob Marley! That's some mad gritty nano steez :)

A day at the farm

Take 35W South if you're driving from Denton, then exit onto FM 2449 and go until the going presses hard across your hands, far far away you'll make a left down on Robinson and then another right and a left and you get there. Watch for kids and dogs and hens running everywhere because running one down would be unpleasant. As you step out your car get your camera and voice recorder and start to record thoughts every minute, quick laconic notes about where your heart and soul is, where the love hidden comes through yearning for hay and dirt. Where shadows whisper to your ear about who you after now. Follow while the time permits, follow words without origin.. Today is peace kitchen. Chris is there since early pre-dawn cooking and shining his skill, making the best food you'll find west of Mississippi on that particular day: fruit drinks, cast iron dishes delicious, veggies, roots, wheat grass and beets mmmm. Next comes the spiral hug which extracts the final wow of hypnotic suspension, we're all suspended on each other's hands, each other's breaths, spiraling into the abyss of our childhood memories, looking through the clouded mirror. Then I see a friend of mine is there and she jumps up and down the trampoline and shadows the light particles landing on my brow, its like when you go rowing in the deep river and decide to stay for a while in the middle, mad chillin on them flows. Upon closer inspection of the farm you realize that there's a presence the blue grey wolf, he shifts back and forth mystified by the rising fumes across the plateau. As you follow him within you, you discover a house built from sandbags and barbed wire, a welcoming round structure reminiscent of an upturned well, with water-air flowing around it in slow circles. You enter, and once you look up into the round hole on the top you immediately fall through and stumble up into the blue beyond, past leaves and branches, past oxygen, past the cold and many layers of history, straight into a spiraling stream of the time-space echo system. And it's in that unusual place that things start to happen, its there that you discover a new link - new you.

The Night of the Purple Moon

Rocksichord tune next to a giant bass tree and a shadow-net horn on the sun... what words can describe the total migration, the direct capitulation of morals. Anything is possible and death is near. By the time this music reaches you it must have travelled a very long distance, and because of that it sounds distant and thin, like fm radio jazz, yet its so overwhelming in content, something you'd wish to hear on a soccer field played by a big band. And right then and there the melody grows out and escapes its intentions, seeping under your thoughts and resting in remote pools that you'll only notice later. Climbing a stairway you stumble upon doors with numbers and you simply turn the buttons and the electric sounds start merging. Electricity flows through your blood. The sun also rises. If you've listened to organ music you'll know how the liquid flows, its a moog dream, a Muaddib soldier under lunar slopes awaiting the slow ascension of the purple star. Like when you go drinking on your own and on the way home you drunkenly stumble upon a secret and sad society of tax collectors. Quiet solitary men with the midnight burden of reminding you about your taxes. They only come out on a full moon because then its so bright and thick nobody can actually hear them. There aren't many of them but you wouldn't mistake one when you saw him, whispering while chewing on a cigar, invisible notes, semantic hiss of sorts. You hear the message yet it never physically arrives anywhere.

These lunar soldiers occupy a certain time and place, surrounded just like we are, by the immensely rich organism of our universe. Instead of snake handlers and shamans they have the purple night of the dying moon when visions arise before them. And in these visions they see a green planet, with a strange name - Earth. And on this planet live Earth people that do the Sun-Earth Rock, the All of Everything. Its interesting to them, to know this.