Ryoji Ikeda doesn’t require you to care about quantum physics anymore than quantum physics require you to care about art. Which is to say that Ikeda’s Superposition is not about the math as much as it is of the math and in Ikeda’s world to be of math is to have inherent elegance.
Give me some crickets and Justin Timberlake's "Summer Love" blasting out of a party at 2am on a hot summer night in 2007 and I'll tell you how hot it got. True story. Plus science!
... Emerson, Thoreau and Holmes, hanging out in their den and chewing the fat about their Harvard days, doing continental lifts and Saxon side bends while Henry Haskins, from the future, stands by scolding them into doing one more rep, shouting ...
Batten down the hatches and tell your restauranteur friends to hit the shipyard because I've got 36 sea worthy ideas for food boats on the rivers of the Twin Cities.
Charles P. Strite just might have been the best thing since sliced bread. Though sliced bread existed before the bread slicer and toast before the pop-up toaster never had the two been brought so near to the common plate.
An ode to a tortoise named Milton and the composer that loves him.
I once went to this craft party with a librarian at a science museum. It was pretty awesome.