If true, the most important thing you’ll hear all year:

•August 1, 2008 • 1 Comment

Scientists mimic essence of plants’ energy storage system

Inspired by the photosynthesis performed by plants, Nocera and Matthew Kanan, a postdoctoral fellow in Nocera’s lab, have developed an unprecedented process that will allow the sun’s energy to be used to split water into hydrogen and oxygen gases. Later, the oxygen and hydrogen may be recombined inside a fuel cell, creating carbon-free electricity to power your house or your electric car, day or night.

… The new catalyst works at room temperature, in neutral pH water, and it’s easy to set up, Nocera said. “That’s why I know this is going to work. It’s so easy to implement,” he said.

… Currently available electrolyzers, which split water with electricity and are often used industrially, are not suited for artificial photosynthesis because they are very expensive and require a highly basic (non-benign) environment that has little to do with the conditions under which photosynthesis operates.

More engineering work needs to be done to integrate the new scientific discovery into existing photovoltaic systems, but Nocera said he is confident that such systems will become a reality.

… Nocera hopes that within 10 years, homeowners will be able to power their homes in daylight through photovoltaic cells, while using excess solar energy to produce hydrogen and oxygen to power their own household fuel cell. Electricity-by-wire from a central source could be a thing of the past.

Normally, I’m pretty skeptical about claims of nigh-infinite energy, but articles in physorg.com coupled with both the reputation of MIT, and you can color me impressed. I should elaborate that it sounds like it still relies on the ability of photovoltaic cells to gather electricity from light, but perpetually easily renewable fuel cells through a simple non-toxic process you can do at home? Effin’ cool.

My father died this weekend.

•July 31, 2008 • 31 Comments

It’s hard to explain the complicated emotions and thoughts I have regarding the death of my father.

At 58, he was almost twice my age. I was told he died in his chair, of “natural causes”, but they’ve yet to explain to me what those causes were. Genetically speaking, I would very much like to know.

It has been twenty years since I’ve seen him. In memory, I met him no more than three times, and none of them were planned, comfortable, or done conscientiously.

My sister (half-sister), Rachael, feels the same way about him that I do on the surface. However, I do not think she looked at him as the sort of anti-rolemodel that I did. My mom did everything she could to not affect my opinions of him while still being honest with me. Even so, it was hard to respect the idea of a stranger who was alcoholic and attempted to be abusive before she divorced him, or someone who went to prison before becoming uncomfortably, proselytizingly born-again. He never paid child support, and he lived with his parents until just a few years ago, when they moved to a retirement community.

When Rachael discovered me and I started talking with our grandparents again, the topic inevitably came up about whether I wanted to meet or speak with him again – perhaps exorcise some demons or acquire a sense of closure.

I decided that I don’t need closure for something that was never opened. I don’t need confrontation in this circumstance, and I did not trust myself to withhold the pity I had for him. I think it is a shame that he turned out the way he did, and I am all the prouder of myself for not following that path.

I don’t even know that I would wish for a different parental experience. The person I am today did not have a typical childhood, and I am in many ways glad for that. I can’t even imagine what it would have otherwise been like, but his irresponsibiltiy is part of where I think my sense of responsibility comes from. Don’t be dad, skennedy, don’t be dad.

So, there you go. I was asked if I’d like to take part in the ‘closing ceremonies’, and I mentioned that I am awfully far away and haven’t seen him in two decades – my family on that side (who I have mostly never met) seemed to understand.

Life is excruciatingly short. I am glad I have chosen to spend my life, so far, in the way I have, and with the people I’ve chosen. Soon enough, the decades will pass, and so will I.

I hope I will leave in my wake people who loved me, people whose lives were enriched by my presence.

Original Sin

Best. Ever.

•July 23, 2008 • 6 Comments

Also, I’m apparently going to Paris at the end of September, for web video.

And another thing:

•July 21, 2008 • 3 Comments

thunderclap8 uses language in a way I do that I blame squarely on Strongbad:

11:37pm: connecticut’d!
12:38pm: saw our first road sign for nyc. shortly after, traffic is stopped. of course.
1:03pm: new jersey’d

I love the verbing of nouns – it’s one of my favorite parts of contemporary American English. Just last night, someone used my name as a verb to imply that they almost screwed up their round of Killer Bunnies as badly as I would, and it was awesomesauce to me.

However, with Teen Girl Squad, this was taken to The Next Level. Objects could be Arrow’d! with gusto!

Despite my fabulous Homestar Halloweens, I have not been to HSR in well over a year; yet its lessons live on in me.

And, clearly, in Thunderclap. :D

(Unless he made it up himself. Don’t make this weird, buddy.)

•July 21, 2008 • 6 Comments

Not to bash the ideas of a friend of mine, but I love hearing arguments about what is and isn’t steampunk, because they remind me of “the death of goth”. I think fondly upon the days when people started coming to CityClub first in PVC and rivets, then dressed as Marilyn Manson, and finally raver attire. DOOM! GOTH IS NOT GOTH!

Please don’t be mistaken – I am a total jackass about the proper definition of terms; half of my sense of humor is probably making fun of other people for being vague or imprecise with their terminology. Even so, it’s pretty much a huge, delightful game to me, and I do not seriously expect people to walk around using the same definitions. That’s why I am often defining my word usage, I suppose.

Anyway, being unhappy about people using “steampunk” without actually having either “steam” or “punk” is, to me, like protesting that someone uses “goodbye” in a sense that’s different from “God be with ye”. It meant one thing, and has since grown organically through popular usage, and now means something altogether larger.

I do agree that the best steampunk fictions are not-entirely-comfortable works that poke a sharp stick into colonization, technological supremacy, White Man’s Burden, and the idea that advances come without pain, loss, or pollution. But if Starship Troopers (the movie) can exist in the same genre as Starship Troopers (the book), I think steampunk can stretch to encompass both alternative technology (gear and zeppelin) -and- lighter fare.

I feel like making a double-repost.

•July 18, 2008 • 31 Comments

Both of these are from my previous post, but I feel like putting them up again, so:

Reply here, and I’ll tell you some stuff I think is awesome about you.

Maybe I’ll number or outline it, and maybe I’ll be serious, but you really can’t rely on these things. I may use photoshop, or equations, you won’t know until you try me. :)

If you think it’s fun, repost at will – consider this a mutant meme, and put your own spin on it!

Also, because I want to see this in my journal once a year or so:

I’ve had this journal for an awfully long time.

•July 15, 2008 • 4 Comments

I’ve made many new friends in the past few years, and in a journal with nearly 3600 entries, it can be hard to see what’s significant amongst the minutae.

So, here you are, if you’re curious: me, in a nutshell. Feel free to comment on any of all of them, here or there:

On why (and how) I use LiveJournal

On love. My solid definition, and what I mean when I say “I love you.” :)

On growing closer

On how very cool Lucy is

On friendship/family (VIDEO) | What I love about my flist

On the practice of “FList as Friendship”

On respecting relationships

How do you like to be kissed? | My own “favorite kiss”

On my definition of adulthood

On being silly!

On Life, the Universe and Everything

•July 12, 2008 • 4 Comments

I see a picture like this and (beyond wondering where they found such fabulous 80’s clothes) I want to know the mindset of the asian culture that created this. Was this originally from an adult or men’s mag, or was it something more general-population? When she toasts the world from her granite perch, topless, with the headpiece on, is it a sign of victory?

I guess what I’m wondering is, is this as cheesecakey and meaningless in (is it japan? I hate not knowing which style of symbols I’m looking at) as it would be here, or is it more complimentary?

For some reason, it kind of reminds me of men sitting in a sauna, victorious after a long day of doing corporate man-things.

nsfw for boobies

•July 10, 2008 • 3 Comments

Anyone I know live near Grand Rapids and want free tickets to see the next Batman movie at 9:30p on Tuesday the 15th?

Emailz me for deets.

R.I.P. Thomas Disch

•July 10, 2008 • 7 Comments

I meant to write something about this yesterday, but I got distracted by … yech … work.

Thomas Disch (tomsdisch), the creator of The Brave Little Toaster, killed himself this weekend. He was also the author of award winning SF (Camp Concentration and 334), and an award winning non-fiction book about the field itself.

Near the end of his life he stopped submitting poetry to literary journals unless the journals asked for his contributions. He preferred to publish his poems in his LiveJournal account. In an interview just ten days before his death, Disch said, “I write poetry because I think it is the hardest thing I can do well. And so I simply enjoy the doing of it, as an equestrian enjoys spending time on a good horse. Poetry is my good horse.”

His last post has some beautiful goodbyes, and I wonder if that’s how we’ll go out, now – one day, we stop posting, and that final note receives our friends and family, a place for people to leave their thoughts for all to return to.

When I finished listening to him speaking on Fresh Air yesterday, I found myself dwelling a bit on The Brave Little Toaster, and how we use it as a tongue-in-cheek reference to bullish childhood optimism. Life is hard, even for the toaster. Living at all is a heartbreaking experience, even if you live well.

Please make the most of it. I say with as little irony as I can muster, make your choice each day to feel good about what you can, to cherish whatever light falls on your life, because whether you’ve enjoyed your day (or life) or not has little to do with what happens to you, and much to do with how you choose to feel about it.

Darkly, I wonder who in my life will say, “fuck it, I’m done.” It’s hard to sit here, blinking back tears, knowing that some of my friends are ready to be swallowed whole by the darkness, unable to see the light that I see.

There is nothing I can do but say, “Stop, please… why can’t you see what I see?”