Isn’t this the sweetest teapot you have ever seen? (and yes it is real, no CG here)
If you have ever used an appliction that does 3D renderings like 3ds Max then this teapot is pretty familiar to you. It is known as the Utah Teapot or Newell Teapot and was originally created as a benchmark to test out different rendering engines.
If you are not familiar with it, you still might have seen it if you were looking for it. The 3D version has made cameo appearances in Toy Story and Monsters, Inc.
The actual teapot used to create the original 3d model now resides in the Computer History Museum in Mountain View, California. I got mine off ebay, w00t!
And here is an example of the standard object built in to 3ds Max:
I threw this together yesterday to help out my sister-in-law with her ongoing quest to be the most popular girl
in high-school on flickr. Flickr is a photo sharing website, and so much more. I like to think of flickr as a double headed dragon. On one head, it is a normal photo-sharing site. People can upload photos, share them with friends and family and print them extremely easily. On the other head is this weird competitive/narcissistic communist marching comment squad, where people are subscribed to hundreds of group photo pools to show other complete strangers that they are creative too, have thousands of contacts who they don’t know, yet are compelled to leave suspicious non-comments about other people photos. Comments like ‘interesting idea’ or ‘nice angle’.
I originally signed up for the ease of use and sharing and I admit I do sometimes submit my photos to groups to show my stuff, but I’m not really sure why. What I do know is that jumping from the first head of the dragon to the second is all to easy, and a slippery slope at that. It only takes one comment from some anonymous person on one of your photos, and all of a sudden, you think you
need deserve more comments from strangers. Next thing you know you submit every photo to a group, then you stop posting photos as regularly, thinking what if some anonymous person sees that not all of my photos are fabulous (sharing with family & friends goes right down the drain).
Next the thought creeps into your head that maybe you aren’t posting enough, and people you don’t even know, who thought you were creative, might forget about you if you don’t prove on a regular basis that you do belong and are part of the group.
It is at this point that you join the 365 pool, where you force yourself to post a photo everyday and submit it to the group for review and comments. Don’t get me wrong, I think chronicling your life is a great and fascinating idea, it can be extremely introspective, especially upon review. What I don’t always get is the need to showcase your life.
Then again maybe I’m just jealous of the attention that other people get…I mean, I do have a blog for god sakes (though i’m pretty sure no one reads it).
Saw this link on boingboing and it reminded me of when I was younger (15 or so years ago), I was fortunate enough to be visiting my grandfather in Larned, Kansas at the same time that one of these groups that restored a b-17 and a b-19 were in Hutchinson and we were all able to go on a flight on one of these awesome machines.
The best part of the whole experience was that my grandfather used to pilot one of these things over Germany in WWII (He supposedly flew a couple of missions with Jimmy Stewart). So before we took off, we explained the significance to the people in charge of the machines and while we were in air, they stepped back and let my grandfather take the controls for a good 15-20 minutes while in flight.
Now to understand how big of an event this was to him, you have to understand the type of man he presented himself to be. He was always a no-bullshit type of old man. I hardly ever new him to seem happy or act like he was enjoying what he was doing – whether it was running his Ford dealership or fixing irrigation systems in the middle of a corn field.
But when he took the controls of the b-19, his eyes filled with life like I had never seen before.
There used to be a website that had documented his plane (the shady lady, of which there were a few as I understand) and crew as well as some of their flights, but like so many things on the internet, it seems to have fallen to the wayside.
It wasn’t more than a year or two later when my grandfather had a serious stroke and was barely able to remember a face. I don’t know if there is anything to be learned from this other than the obvious.
Pay by finger:
While I was shopping for Texas Toast at the local Jewel this last weekend I noticed something interesting. With a five minute time commitment you can sign up to pay with your fingerprint. I have read about other companies considering using this in-store but didn’t think I would see it in person for a while. The photos are a little blurry mostly because my camera phone stinks, but also because I felt like an idiot/criminal standing around taking photos of the new biometric payment equipment.
I don’t think I would ever sign up for this type of service. Its bad enough that they already force you to swipe in to get sale items so they have records of what you’ve been buying, but this card swipe system is only as reliable as the information you put on the paper when you sign up.
To pay by finger they require photo ID’s proving who you are and where you are from as well as direct access to you banking information. Sounds like a great plan to me…
In my opinion we need to stop all of this unwarranted technospying while we can; before Anthony Hopkins tries to freejack your ass when your formula 1 crashes into an overpass at the big race…then you’ve got Mick Jagger chasing you around trying to shoot you with laser guns. Trust me, I’ve seen the future, it’s a mess.