I love China as the nerdly pig and Spain as the angry puppy.
For more info head over to BibliOdyssy.
I love China as the nerdly pig and Spain as the angry puppy.
For more info head over to BibliOdyssy.
This is really cool. Here is a full on virtual view of the inside of the Steampunk Treehouse when it was installed at Coachella.
Use the mouse to pan left, right, up and down.
You can see the other virtual tours from Coachella here.
I just came across a fantastic flicker photo stream belonging to an artist calling himself The Searcher (Derek Chatwood).
He has a series of “pop comic inspired artwork” called Color in which each image is pared with a short story/blurb.
Go check them out.
Here are some of my picks:

Prof. Hardy Swift, playboy scientist and archeologist adventurer, returns to face his toughest challenge yet. Entire city blocks are vanishing, from cities around the world! Meanwhile, Swift’s satellites pick up startling news! A death ray from deep space is on a collision course with Earth! Mind-bendingly fired at us over a million years ago! The Prof and his team, geologist space-pilot Race “Whiz” Charger, and physicist stunt-driver Pete “Dash” Peterson, assemble once again to play it smooth, tackle evil and wrestle victory from the clutches of the impossible!
What is the shocking truth of the million year death ray? Who is the mysterious woman in the forgotten submarine beneath the arctic? What is her connection to Swift, and the vanishing cities? Join Dash, Whiz and Prof Swift and find out!

Ego. Hal Jordan was walking ego. His excuse was that he had to be. The Green Lantern was powered by will. No will, no power.
For some reason, that day, Batman wasn’t having it. He called Hal out, and told him he shouldn’t underestimate the abilities of his team-mates. Hal laughed. C’mon Bruce, you know how this works. Whatever I can think of, whatever I put my will to, the ring can make happen. I can move a planet if I want to. I can do anything.
Hal, Batman said, as he rose from his chair. In some ways, you’re the weakest member in the League.
Green Lantern was stunned. Wha? Why would you say that?
Because it’s true, Bruce said. I know something virtually every other member of the League can do, but you can’t. Me. Aquaman. Elongated Man. Even Tigra. But. not. you.
Try me, Hal said. The room was silent. A dozen heroes sat in their chairs motionless, unwilling to even breathe. They waited for Batman to speak, to somehow prove Hal wrong.
Alright, Hal, Batman started. Green Lantern. If you can do everything I can, anything we can do. Then do this one thing.
Change colors.
This happened at least once a week. Hal was exceptionally easy to screw with.

May and Agnes ran down the hall to the multi-purpose room. They couldn’t really run, of course, but that’s how they felt. It was almost five thirty, the dance was in full swing. He was already there, surrounded by harlots and whores. Not one under 70. May knew Agnes had really taken a shine to him. Agnes thought May was his favorite. They had been best friends since before the war, The Great War, and swore they wouldn’t get cross or fight over him.
He caught their gaze from across the room, and smiled.

Once they found the masks, their lives changed. When they went out, people noticed them, liked them. Being the center of attention, being noticed at all. It had become addictive.
Kevin even got to make out with a woman last month. Wayne doesn’t think he’s taken off the mask since, not for sleep, or eating. He never took showers much. Wayne too, hardly took it off anymore. When he dreams, his face is just the mask, and he wonders what that means.
Last week, he forgot Kevin’s name. He stared at his friend, and stared, but for words, only “Sopapea” would come. It felt right. He knew it should not have. He stared in the mirror, trying to recall what color his hair was. It wasn’t important.
Kids today with their corpse bongs. I blame it all on video games, negative political adds and Facebook.
I wonder exactly how they went about smoking from a decaying head. What to use as the bowl … did the inhale from the mouth? Is a rotting head even air tight enough to be an effective smoking device?
I know it’s a bit late but I finally got around to going through my photos from our recent instillation of the Steampunk Treehouse at Coachella.
I tried to document all the various stages that goes into setting it.
You can also see the spreader bar I designed and fabricated in action.
There were too many photos to post here but bellow I’ve included some of my favorite.
You can see the complete gallery here.
Hey all –
I just got back from taking apart the Steampunk Treehouse in LA and found a note in my inbox from some good friends directing me to this cool photo and blurb in Wired.
The blurb is similar to the other write up they did of the the The Dihemishperic Chronaether Agitator.
Wow. I just got back from Maker Faire and had a fantastic time. So many cool projects and brilliant people walking around. A glorious geek fest!
Check out the write up of Almost Scientific and the Dihemispheric Chronaether Agitator in Wired:
Mad Labber Scientist Tinkers With Time
Stanford grad student Alan Rorie shows off his hand-built, steam-powered time machine.
SAN MATEO, California — In-between conducting lab experiments as a Ph.D candidate for a degree in neurobiology at Stanford, Alan Rorie builds time machines.
Of course, Rorie’s machines don’t actually bend the laws of physics, but he credits his creations with helping to pass the time and “keeping [him] sane.” His steampunky time machine, or “dihemispheric chronaether agitator,” as he calls it, was handcrafted over the last few months, in his down time between research.
Rorie, who studies neuroeconomics (or the mechanics of how we make decisions) at Stanford, builds all of his own scientific apparatus to run experimental trials — everything from sensor-equipped headsets to eye-movement tracking devices.
“In my lab, we have our own custom machine shop,” said Rorie. “So I play around and build art in my spare time.”
Created out of copper, sheets of steel and nitric-acid etched brass plates, the sculpture is hooked to a steam engine with a steam boiler to power its movement.
It’s true, my most recently complete work, The Dihemispheric Chronaether Agitator, will be showing all this weekend at the Maker Faire in San Mateo.
I just spent the evening in the shop shining it up and tweaking the gears.
I don’t think I’ll run it on steam power but I’ll have the steamengine there for show and attach a hand crank.
I’ll be showing with CTP, Nemomatic and some other folks.
If you are in the bay area come on down and say hello.

When we took the Steampunk Treehouse to Coachella last week we knew we were not going to be allowed to let the ~45 000 attendees up into the house and we would want to be able to lock up the house when we were off playing.
So we picked up this nice old lock for the door. There was one problem — we only had two keys. So, last week, before I left, I made a few copies. Because I wanted to keep it as a surprise for the crew (some of whom read Almost Scientific) I did not post anything about them as I was making them.
I made two keys using the same basic method bellow. Two are shown at then end. The third, my favorite, I did not get a chance to photo but I’ll get a photo of it as soon as Sean Orland returns
Above is the original lock which I would have loved to make (next time perhaps) but was instead purchased, I believe, from the Pirate Store in SF.
I start off making the key by scribing out a piece that will become the teeth of the key. This is about 0.5″ x 0.75″. I then cut it out with a hand saw.
Above you can see the tooth, cut and flied down beside a 0.25″ rod that I lathed a 0.125″ wide, 1″ deep hole in and cut to ~3″ lenght. You can also see a channel I filed in the rod where the filed side of the tooth goes into. I did this because I’ll eventual want to file down the weld that holds them together and this slight space creates an area that can fill with weld that wont be filed away.
Above you can see the tooth and rod jigged up and ready to be welded.
Here you can see the tooth and rod welded together and being slowly filed down .
Piper, my shop assistant, is dubious the key will work.
Above you can see that I’ve welded the key to a piece of scrap to get a better grip on it as I slowly file it down and continually test it’s avility to lock and unlock the lock.
The hardest part was coming up with clever hands for the key given the little time I had and the scrap in my shop. For this key, I drilled a 0.25″ hole in piece of red brass and another 0.218″ hole on the other side. The smaller hole and the end of the key were then threaded and the rod inserted though the 0.25″ hole and screwed in place.
Above, you can see that I cut the red brass pipe and filed some groves into it to improve its ergonomics. You can also see the second key which was finished with a copper rivet.
Like I said earlier, the third key is the best looking but I don’t have a photo yet.
All three keys worked like a charm. I passed them out the crew and told them to share them so that everyone had their own chance to get themselves up into the tree.
Hey all’ya all — I’m back from an amazing showing of the Steampunk Treehouse at Coachella.
Last year at this time, when we were first starting the project, I would have never gussed that I’d be able to watch Roger Waters and Prince preform while swinging my feet from the main balcony on the treehouse.
We had an amazing time. Good music, good friends, good food.
We got the Treehouse up in a record two days and then spent a third day dilling in the new lighting which looked great. From then on we just rocked out and hung out in the treehouse. I know we disappointed allot of people by not letting them up into the house but that was the rule set down by the producers — not us.
We were worried about the Treehouse getting damaged by drunk idiots or an unruly croud but most of the participants were very respectful. One fool taged the trunk with some lame graffiti but that came off with a touch of gasoline.
I’ve still got to go through my photos (I’ve some some good ones of the spreader bar in action) but in the mean time enjoy these flickr sets from Benna and CTP:
We also got some great press coverage. Check us out in the New York Times (scroll down past Big Rig Jig for an audio interview with Sean O and David S), The LA Times, Fox News (click the video link), Wired, The Sun-Sentinel and The Desert Sun.
More to come.
LA Weakly blog (pronounced Hell-A Weakly, according the great show Californication) has put together some nifty excel graphs to addres the question:
Who are these 128 bands [at Coachella], collectively? As one big amalgam, what are they?
I couldn’t resist a data heavy write up about Coachella given that we start packing up the truck to take the Steampunk Treehouse there this weekend.
Russia Opens Monument to Space Dog Laika

Russian officials on Friday unveiled a monument to Laika, a dog whose flight to space more than 50 years ago paved the way for human space missions.
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All dogs used in the Soviet space program were stray mongrel dogs — doctors believed they were able to adapt quicker to harsh conditions. All were small so they could fit into the tiny capsules.
The 2-year-old Laika was chosen for the flight just nine days before the launch.
Stories about how she was selected varied: Some said Laika was chosen for her good looks — a Soviet space pioneer had to be photogenic. Others indicated the top choice for the mission was dropped because doctors took pity on her: Since there was no way to design a re-entry vehicle in time for the launch, the flight meant a certain death.
“Laika was quiet and charming,” Dr. Vladimir Yazdovsky wrote in his book chronicling the story of Soviet space medicine. He recalled that before heading to the launch pad, he took the dog home to play with his children. “I wanted to do something nice for her: She had so little time left to live,” Yazdovsky said.
The satellite that carried Laika into orbit was built in less than one month after the Soviet Union put the world’s first artificial satellite into orbit on Oct. 4, 1957.
Due to last-minute technical problems, Laika had to wait for the launch in the cabin for three days. Temperatures were low, and workers heated the cockpit through a hose.
When Laika reached orbit, doctors found with relief that her heartbeat, which had risen on launch, and her blood pressure were normal. She ate specially prepared food from a container.
According to official Soviet reports, the dog was euthanized after a week.
After the Soviet collapse, participants in the project told the real story: Laika indeed was to be euthanized with a programmed injection, but she apparently died of overheating after only a few hours in orbit.
Via Flickr– her space suit.
Benna is always snapping photos of everyone while we are working and ever once in a while she post some of them. If you are curious to see another persons perspective on what goes on around the work site check out these photos.
I promise there are some goofy pictures of me in there.
Here are some photos documenting the fabrication of the spreader bar.
Since this needed to be fabricated as accurately as possible I first used a CNC router to cut out an Aluminum template that we could then use to guide the tip of the plasma cutter.
The template has a 3/16″ offset on the the edges that are going to be cut to account for the distance between the side of the plasma cutters torch tip and the cut point. I then drilled hole in the steel plate near the edge of all the areas to be but because the arc for the plasma cutter is best started on a edge of a plate. The large space in the middle of the template is not going to be cut out. It represents where the bars will be placed. The edge does not have an offset and using a sharp scribe I can place a thin line in the steel so that when we can line the ends of the bars up it.
Here you can see several of the plates cut out and in various stages of being finished. Notice the diamond shape scribed in the center.
Here is one of the 15′, 3″x3″ square tubes with the 30 degree angle cut down the vertex.
This is a close up of the end of the bar. Cutting this angle was a bit of a chore. I had to measure from the end of the bar, along the edge, to the proper distance that described the face. Then I wrapped a bit of copper flashing around the bar, intersecting these points, and then traced the line it created. I then cut the tube with a plasma cutter and ground down precisely to the mark
Once all the plates and bars were prepared it all got layed out, leveled and plumbed. Here I got to work in an actual patch of sunlight — unheard of most day in a workshop.
This big yellow thing is one of the shackles that gets connects the spreader bar to the straps that go up to the crane hook or down to the hose. Here we are testing to be sure that the shackles fit and can reach the angles they need to.
The finished spreader bar tacked together, waiting to be welded.
Finnaly, me, relaxing in my gigantic traingle with a root beer (seriously). Photo by Benna.
Can you imagine my pleasure today in finding a front page New York Times article that has two of my great loves: science and metal fabrication.
The article In Weak Rivets, a Possible Key to Tianic’s Doom, lays out the accumulating evidence that it was the use of cheaper, weaker, iron rivets, over stronger steel rivets that allowed the ice burg to to rip such gigantic gashes in the hull of the great ship.
Here are some of the key bits.
The scientists studied 48 rivets that divers recovered over two decades from the Titanic’s resting place — two miles down in the North Atlantic — and found many riddled with high concentrations of slag. A glassy residue of smelting, slag can make rivets brittle and prone to fracture.
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The company [Harland & Wolff, who made the ship] also faced shortages of skilled riveters, according to archive papers. Dr. McCarty said that for a half year, from late 1911 to April 1912, when Titanic set sail, the company’s board addressed the shortfalls at every meeting.
In their research, the scientists found that good riveting took great skill. The iron had to be heated to a precise cherry red color and beaten by the right combination of hammer blows. Mediocre work could hide problems.
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Steel beckoned as a solution. Shipbuilders of the day were moving from iron to steel rivets, which were stronger. And machines could install them, improving workmanship and avoiding labor problems.
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The rival Cunard line, the scientists found, had switched to steel rivets years before, using them, for instance, throughout the Lusitania.
The scientists discovered that Harland & Wolff also used steel rivets — but only on Titanic’s central hull, where stresses were expected to be greatest. Iron rivets were chosen for the ship’s stern and bow.
And the bow, as fate would have it, is where the iceberg struck. Studies of the wreck show that six seams opened up in the ship’s bow plates. And the damage, Dr. Foecke noted, “ends close to where the rivets transition from iron to steel.”
The scientists argue that better rivets would have probably kept the Titanic afloat long enough for rescuers to have arrived before the icy plunge, saving hundreds of lives.
There is also a nifty slide show with some images of the tests done by scientists and blacksmiths on various rivets.
Samples of four different types of rivets recovered from the Titanic. While some ships of the time were built entirely with steel rivets, the Titanic used a mix of steel and iron rivets. In the bow, where the Titanic hit the iceberg, weaker iron rivets were used.
To test the theory of weak rivets on the Titanic, Chris Topp, a blacksmith in Yorkshire, England, recreated one of the Titanic’s double-riveted hull joints.
Stresses similar to what the Titanic experienced in its collision with the iceberg were applied to the joint, and the top of one of the rivets popped off, at a load only 60 percent of what a good quality rivet should have withstood.
The small “button” on the inside of the rivet head was similar in shape to broken rivets recovered from the Titanic wreckage.
If you live in the bay area I seriously recommend you that you head down into the Mission district and check out the new super cool instillation by the Cardboard Institute of Technology called Cardburg.
They have built an incredible detailed, miniature city out of cardboard.
There is a cave you can climb in. Cardboard clothing you can wear. You can play a cardboard god and smite the wicked with cardboard lightnight bolts. Helicopters you can fly around the city that have video cam
It’s at Cell Space in SF.
One my good friend Robin , creator of the wondrous Apocalypse Stagecoach, is a member of the Cardboard Institue, so if you go down there say hello to her and ask for a tour.
