Monday, December 24, 2012

Historical Weaves for Pop Can Tab Chainmail, or, I Think Other People do Normal Things over Winter Break


At college, in addition to normal classes, I've been learning sword fighting. There are a few reasons for this, but they mostly boil down to A) I had the chance, and B), it's awesome. Given this, and the lull over winter break, I've decided to add a pair of gauntlets to my armory, to match the chainmail shirt.

Chainmail shirt? Chainmail shirt. If you look closely, the material is...

(http://niu3rrecycling.blogspot.com/2011/11/saving-your-pop-top-tabs.html)
I found the instructions for these on Instructables a few years ago, and the idea seems to have exploded in popularity since then. I even recall a bag made out of the material being sold by a company. With fair reason: It's lightweight and looks ridiculously pretty. I my shirt to school once and we discovered that it was also mostly resistant to pencil stabs.

These gauntlets, meanwhile, are a little different- partially because we're not practicing with sharp swords. (Right now, anyways.) The optimal gauntlet would not necessarily protect from sharpness, but reduce the impact of blunt weapons swung hard and fast. (Or both!) I think the result will be some kind of chainmail, over padding from a shinguard. Still, for chainmail with a little extra strength, my brother suggested looking to history.

With that, Control Group C presents:

Variant Weaves for Pop Can Tab Chainmail


4-in-1

The normal variety. Most variations I've seen on this involve the use of extra small wire loops, which aren't necessary to get different results.(See below.) Still, it's flexible, space-efficient, and easy to repair when the loops get caught on each other.

8-in-1, King's Mail subspecies

Essentially, double-thickness 4-in-1. Still attractive, and a bit thicker and tougher.
Normal instructions: For each single tab of the 4-in-1, use 2 stacked instead. I noticed that you'll need to bend each tab more to make the sheet lie flat. Some soda brands use squared tabs (the top link in this photo is one), which aren't great here because they have smaller openings (what I believe real some maille-makers call an aspect ratio.)

6-in-1

This one is beautiful, complicated, and deadly, much like a man o' war. I probably won't end up using it because it would be impossible to repair, but it's intensely satisfying to make.
Normal instructions: Each lobe of the tab goes into 3 “opposite-cut” other tabs. Side-by-side tabs share 2 links at the top and bottom.

5/6-in-1, Persian:

It took several actual hours to figure out if this one would work at all, and how it would work. Well, it does, more or less. This weave is thick, and assymetrical- links on one side are linked 6-in-1, on the other, 5-in-1 (should be 6-in-1 on both, but I couldn't make it work.) Has a tendency to look very ugly for the first few links, then magically come together.

Normal instructions: Start here and here. It's still not intuitive, so these photos should help. Again, this weave does not like squared tabs.

Click to expand!
Pros: Pretty, thicker than King's. Cons: Will make you crazy.


4-in-1, “Two up, two down” subspecies:

One I discovered on the way to the Persian weave, above. Looks like some of the geometric Japanese chain mail designs, but not quite the same because of the tabs' added chirality. Note that tabs in a row alternate directions. Call it the Beroe weave if you want.

Sunday, November 14, 2010

Why Biology Will Make You Better at Video Games

One of my friends asked a while ago why I don't write about more science here, after all, the name will suggest that this is a science blog. And she's right. This entry will be primarily for nerds- sorry, Anna.

Pokemon is the obvious place to start- yes, yes, we get it: Heracross looks like a stag beatle, Butterfree is a butterfly, the bird-type pokemon are birds. But the game designers have a few more insidious examples then these, which are worth pointing out.

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On the left, the large flower cheerfully molesting these nice tourists is Rafflesia arnoldii. On the right is Vileplume. Unlike all those damn Oddish, Rafflesia is difficult to find and even more so when in bloom, which it only is for a few days every year. It has no leaves and no chlorophyll, parasiting the vine of a certain tree. Rafflesia is famous for smelling like a dead body when in bloom, which will cause flies to come and pollinate the giant, ugly flower.

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Chinchou's bioluminescence is, of course, inspired by the wide variety of deep-sea creatures that light up. But its shape bears some resemblance to two far more common marine creatures, the copepod and some kinds of dinoflagellates.Also, this ctenophore (more on them later) bears a certain resemblance:


...But it wasn't actually discovered until 2005, 6 years after the second generation of Pokemon came out. Life imitates Pokemon, anybody?

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Legend of Zelda: The Windwaker fans will recognize Gohma, the giant worm living in Dragon Roost Cavern. Well, Gohma, meet Eunices aphroditois, also known as the Bobbit worm, one of the largest polychaete (segmented ocean-living) worms ever at recorded lengths of 9.8 feet. Eunices will burrow itself into sand, and launch itself out at anything brushes by its tentacles. Wikipedia puts it best: "Armed with sharp teeth, it is known to attack with such speeds that its prey is sometimes sliced in half."
Eeeek. I guess Gohma isn't that scary after all.

(Note: when I initially thought of the connection, it was between Eunices and Volvagia, the 'subterranean lava dragon' of the Fire Temple, who more accurately represents the species as he will leave his hole occasionally to chase the player. Gohma, however, clearly bears the resemblance, and then I realized that LoZ has a love affair with giant burrowing worms: Volvagia, Twinmold from Majora's Mask, Gohma, and Morpheel from Twilight Princess, among others.)


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Not an animal comparison, but you'll remember the Zoras from Ocarina of Time. My brother speculated that the reason they didn't appear in Ocarina's successor, Windwaker, wasn't because they were killed, but because they're freshwater beings and couldn't adapt to a salty ocean. At first I agreed, but then realized that the Zoras in Majora's Mask lived in the Great Bay, which was clearly marine.

(Then again, Majora took place in an alternate universe. Make your own call.)

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Lastly, Halo. I went looking for some pictures of aliens and found this.


How the hell does it move? Does it push itself?

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Note: I thank the insidious bogleech for inspiring this post- I think I only directly stole an example from him once, but he still deserves many props. If this sort of thing interests you, you should read his articles.

Friday, October 22, 2010

The Unicorn

The last unicorn died on March 5th, 2001, found between the teeth of a yarder in a primal forest in Bulgaria, which had been flying cut timber into a truck bound for sawmill.

Four notable university professors were called in to examine the carcass, tangled as it was from becoming caught in the machinery, and the consensus was clear: it was most definitely and decidedly a unicorn. Why, look, they said, pointing to its silver pelt, its diamond hooves, and its spiralled horn, what else could it be? And what's more, they said, it was most assuredly the last unicorn. That much was undeniable. It was the only unicorn that anyone had ever seen, and it would be the last.

The public outcry was enormous. Bulgaria was the ancestral home of the unicorn, and where would one find a unicorn but in the last lush and primeval forests to grow there? They were sacred animals, written into the book of God, abandoned by Noah, forced to flee to the ocean, yet now, so clearly illustrated, they had returned to land! Drawn only to light and goodness, the unicorn could purify sickness and come back from the dead; it was magical and wise, not to say anything of all the power of a cup made from its horn.

The fact remained, however: there had only ever been one unicorn, and now it was dead.

Over the world, the excitement regarding the unicorn slowly died down, and life returned to normal. A small sculpture of the lone unicorn was placed by a road near the forest, and drew a few tourists.

In time, however, some people began to wonder. If that one animal, that one divine animal of hallowed glades and whispered forest pathways, had managed to spear itself on a wire running through the trees, could there be more? Suppose that in fading Amazon cloud forests, in Congo jungle, in the melting Arctic, there were more? How many more? What was it they had always heard about the unexamined life? They pulled on their coats, murmured I'll-be-back-soons to friends and lovers, stepped out their front doors. They had to check.

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This is a short and mostly blatant and badly-written short story about unicorns. I wrote it pretty late a couple of nights ago. This is probably about all you need to know.

From a Paper Presented...

From paper presented at the Annual Galactic Social & Anthropological Conference, Sept. 12, 4105-CE

The planet is an oddity among most spacefaring races, a small curiosity circling a star nestled between the horns of Capricorn. It was encountered first by a scouting fleet from the Baron d Baron system, who studied it from the atmosphere: noting that it was little more then a tribal planet, nowhere near approaching the age of space exploration, but that something interesting seemed to be occurring all the same.

The planet is larger then most, and more tempermental. Two oceans bleed through a single huge continent, and there are precious few forests to divide the nourishing desert that covers it. This desert is the home of the people, and they take to it with hoes and spears, with plow and with feedbag. The goat-like animals they raise follow them amidst the rocks and bones, picking at sweet grass planted in the footsteps of the tribe that came before. The People rarely starve or become lost, because day and night, they follow the Pattern.

It is thought that the Pattern emerged from cairns and trail ducks: a way to indicate to strangers where fresh water or cropland lay. Now, though, it is marked by complex patterns of rocks: points of goat skulls and long trails through the sand, which eventually lead to another node of rocks and another choice of trails. Always, it is the Pattern that tells them which one to take.

The rock patterns themselves appear extraordinarily complex, but are in reality, after some practice, little more then symbolic representations of what lays ahead, with instructions on which route to go under which conditions (rainfall, degree of hunger, smokesigns from another tribe). When faced with these simple directions, it is hard even for the People to imagine the pattern as a network- but that's really what it is, what makes it so rare: it's a pandemic machine, iteration upon iteration of social trails, a cosmic yes-no. The Pattern is appended whenever necessary- when a new watering hole is found, a few stones here and there write another step into the ground, and the pattern is made that much more complex.

The People have no written language of note, yet they appear to understand the pattern instinctively. While the duty of reading the rocks often falls to a single well-trained man or woman, even children grasp it intuitively.

When dealing with The People, it's hard to avoid the word “computer.” Well, why should we? It is not “wrong” to call it what it is, it does not “reduce the sentient and intelligent citizens of the planet to the level of mere cogs in a machine,” as some of my more vocal critics have put it. The Pattern is a series of inputs and outputs designed to process and manipulate data. Isn't it best to call it what it is, acknowledging that the People have designed a working data processor in their stone age?

To go on, we must first define the characteristics of true computers.
-They are complex machines.
-They input and refine data.
-They are programmable.

That the Pattern is complex goes without saying. It refines data as well: various elements depend on the weather or time of year, and use this to select the path that will be of most benefit to the tribes. And the Pattern, arguably, can be programmed. A section of land, approximately one thousand by three hundred miles bordering the southern ocean has been tentatively identified as a solar calculator, and has operated in its current configuration for approximately 30 years. It seems to be calculating the distance between the planet and its moon, based on easily observable measurements.

This is of particular interest to us. There is no conceivable scenario in which this would be useful for the People. Additionally, the calculations, although simple, seem to be nothing that the People (with their apparent non-interest in mathematics) could or would work out individually. The fact of the matter becomes apparent: the Pattern is performing specific, complex tasks that the People have no interest in. If the People aren't running the show there, who is? Some very interesting new theories suggest that the vast majority of the Pattern which (which, as far as we could determine prior, served no real purpose) is, in fact, of sufficient complexity to have become be pseudointelligent. I propose, then, that, yes, the pattern can be programmed- it already has been.

Moving on. It has been discussed that there must be ways of editting the pattern. Hypothetically, it could be done. The nodes themselves are not terribly complex, and a simulator could be developed which would display what we could create by moving the nodes. Here, however, the biological component of the mechanism works against us: if the People realize that huge somethings from space are rearranging their lives' work, they will lose faith in it and abandon the Pattern. The People have no idea of our existence, and by interfering, we will do just that- ruin it.

I will have to veer into philosophy for a moment. There are miles and miles, in fact, most of the Pattern, without any obvious purpose. As sentient, social beings, we can hardly not think of what could be gained from talking with a planet-sized mind. The fact, however, remains: we cannot interact with it. At the very least, of sufficient attention is drawn to this solitary planet, then perhaps in the future it will be feasible to map the entire surface of the planet via satellite, and simulate the movement of the people on its surface, effectively creating a Pattern that can be edited on our own terms. (My bias as a sociologist is that this will be a very poor substitute for the real thing. But technology continues to improve every day, and I may yet be proven wrong.)

A detailed initial survey of the planet showed a number of constructed buildings, or at least remains of buildings, that are most definitely not completable with the People's current levels of technology. In the first few years that the planet was known to science, it was suspected that the People's pattern-building instincts stemmed in some way from the prior culture: a culture so great, with such fervor, that when it went out, it not only left its ruins on the planet, but left its technological instincts imprinted on the People's minds so strongly that even today, they still follow rock lines in the dust.

We now know that is not true.

In fact, materials recovered from these ruins and analyzed has revealed pages upon pages of information on the lives of the Planet's prior empire. These details are fantastic, beautiful, and mostly trivial. Of the People as we know them, only a few paragraphs are devoted- but what we can recover from then is that the People far surpass in age this once-prosperous empire, going back at least to its roots and further.

To offer some scale, the empire fell at least ten thousand years ago.

Even the denizens of the prior empire were prone to speculating on the motivations of their nomadic brethren. “Far be it from me to know what causes the goat-farmers and grass-growers to move endlessly in their slow spirals, who will not stop for chat nor food nor threat of arms…” read the memoirs of an anonymous scholar. “But having watched them for many years, move past the far edges of Sacred Land, I can safely say that they are possessed of a knowledge granted to them by right of some unknown angel, a knowledge we cannot understand and have no reason to want to.”

Having spent the majority of the last ten years of his life studying the People and their Pattern, the author puts forth another theory: that instead of extradimensional knowledge or half-remembered urges, the existence of the Pattern is an evolutionary fluke: an unrepeatable, useless, and extraordinary fluke in the fabric of life. “Deus ex machina”, if you will.

Given the nature of the anomaly, I believe that is the best name we can give to it.

Wednesday, May 12, 2010

THE ICE CREAM CUPCAKE

It just so happened that this month, one of my favorite blogs, the Cupcake Project, is hosting a contest (along with Scoopalicious): the Ice Cream Cupcake Contest. Well, I've never made an ice cream cupcake before, but was I willing to try?

Yes, yes I was.

The first step was to come up with a plan of attack. I was considering a modification of my usual Orange Utopia Cookies (recipe coming soon!), possibly a marbled cupcake with orange sherbert and white frosting. The Orange Utopia Cupcake, second evolution of the Orange Utopia Cookie. What I decided, though, was that I needed something even more creative.
And so the Swedish Fish Ice Cream Cupcake was born.

First step is to chop lots of swedish fish candies, sprinkling with flour as you go. The flour serves the double purpose of preventing them from sticking together, and maybe preventing you from eating them all immediately.You know what goes really well with swedish fish? Lemon. Lemon does. So I whipped up a lemon buttercream, and went out to buy some lemon sorbet for the ice cream.
I ended up purchasing this. If you'll allow me to get up on my soapbox for a minute, I love the Haagen-Daaz "Five" brand. The ice cream is tasty and rich, and I like the idea of understanding all the products on an ingredients list. No seaweed, no high-fructose anything, no tumeric, no propylene glycol. The lemon ice cream was rich, lemony, and very delicious.

To make the cupcakes, of course, I just put some ice cream on each one (do you know how hard it is to get nice round spheres? It's hard, man), then piped the yellow frosting onto them. I topped them with some swedish fish and a sprinkling of red sugar (mash sugar and food color in a bag until it homogenizes).Delicious.
Having a cute platter around helps too, of course. Below are two different styles. The Little Boy and Fat Man, if you will.
Marvelous!

Friday, April 16, 2010

AUCTION CAKE

So, I've clearly been away for a while, and one day I will in fact explain the beautiful and elegant result that came of the greatcoat project.
Right now, though, just look at this.
This cake, made for the Garfield High School auction, was quite possibly the most intensive cake I've ever done. Let me break it down:
  • Marbled white/chocolate interior (adapted from Aunt Di's Bittersweet Chocolate Birthday cake, out of All Cakes Considered by Melissa Gray)
  • Ganache filling (I think it was ganache. Everything tastes like ganache when you've been working on a cake for a while.)
  • White Chocolate Swiss buttercream frosting (amazing and delicious. Every true baker should make a Swiss buttercream at least once in their life. I think my recipe came from Martha Stewart's Wedding Cakes.)
  • Meringue mushrooms (from the meringue recipe in Sunset Magazine's Cookies, and inspired by Martha Stewart's book again)
  • And a white chocolate butterfly.
It took a week to finish, it took cancelled plans to frost, it took frantic purchasing of ingredients, it took panic. Was it, in the end, worth it?
Well, it did raise 400 dollars. So... yes, I would say so. :)

Wednesday, December 23, 2009

RAINIER CAKE

This is the SCA.And this is the SCA.
Okay, I lied. This is the SCA.
All the other photos are my pictures from my experiences with the SCA CLC Seattle Program. But this isn't important. What is important is that the SCA is amazingly fun to be in, rewarding, and plain awesome. It's an environmental service group, and one of the keystones of the program is its Summer Crews, the normal one of which is a two-week expedition to the nearby Mount Rainier. With this in mind, and the annual holiday party coming up, I figured I had to do something. I had to make a cake. An awesome cake.

To make a volcanic mountain cake, what better then a red velvet cake? Forget your usual reservations about putting two ounces of food coloring in a cake (if you're using paste or gel colors, it's less) and have fun with it. Everyone loves a red velvet cake.
To fill up two nine-inch square pans, I doubled this recipe. Don't worry about the 2 ounces of food coloring part if you don't have it all. Just dump in a whole bunch.
After baking, I filled the cakes with cream cheese icing, shaped it into a mountain shape, and then use a thinned version to do what the show Cake Boss calls "dirty icing"....For obvious reasons.mmmmmmmmmmm
Later, it's time to get some actual frosting down. White and chocolate flavored buttercream served the purpose well. The thing was, I wanted an accurate picture of Mt. Rainier. This required extensive Wikipedia-scoping, procurement of multiple maps, and, well...


This is how everyone cooks, right?
Closer-up shot of the cake.
Green-colored coconut shavings and icing, and Swedish pearl sugar add character...
Delicious. But it eeds some entirely gratuitous details.

Perfect. Map of Narada Falls, Paradise Visitor's Center (in pink) and Panorama Point. And the flag. It was accompanied with some cookies.Homemade royal icing. Beautiful. And tasty.
And though it was quite dry and needed more filling, I think everyone liked the cake too. :)
I'll finish up the post with a sonnet I wrote, "Song for the Mountain".

O, exalted mount of mine, I know you

Having run my hands along your face.

Each snow-anointed facet on the blue

And every climber climbing into space.

O frosty meadows high upon your sides

Pale grasses green that grow where no tree can

Yet higher, even they are brushed aside

To snow and other things unknown to man.

O holy mount, I've seen you waiting there,

Our human city streets point up to you.

Great queen of magma, ice, and high clear air:

A blessed land's bright gemstone, through and through.

O misty mount, I catch you in my gaze,

And I remember you and all those holy days.