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The Room and the Elephant - a must read

A must read, via The New Enquiry. lareviewofbooks:

 Sven Birkerts Man with Cuboid, M.C.Escher

Every so often something will break through the stimulus shield I hold up whenever I go online, which I do far too often these days, we all do, and for various reasons, one being, I’m sure, that the existence of the medium has created an unremitting low-intensity neural disquiet that we feel only the medium can allay — even though it cannot, never has. But it is an attribute of the Internet to activate in me, and maybe in all its users, a persistent sense of deferred expectancy, as if that thing that I might be looking for, that I couldn’t name but would know if I saw, were at every moment a finger tap away. That is the root of the addiction right there — and it is an addiction, sure, if only a lower-case one. To bear all this, therefore, to proof myself against the unstanchable flow of unnecessary information and peripheral sensation, I make use of this shield, which is really just an attention-averting reflex, a way of filtering almost everything away, leaving just the barest bones of whatever I happen to be looking at, and these only in case some tell-tale name or expression requires me to peer a bit more closely.

I practice this defensive, exclusionary scanning not only with the incidental flotsam I encounter — the inescapable digests of happenings in the world, celebrity divorces, killer storms, and so on — but also, more and more, with texts about subjects that ostensibly concern me. A recent case in point — I have it handy now because I finally printed it out — is an article I found online at The Awl called “Wikipedia and the Death of the Expert” by Maria Bustillos (posted on May 17, 2011). It came to me via several clicks at one of the so-called “aggregate” sites I sometimes visit to keep myself “informed.” I scan a great many articles in the course of my daily tours, but I am not avid. More often I scroll my eyes down the screen with a preemptive weariness — which is an angry and defensive posture, I agree — as if nothing truly worthy could ever be found online (I know this is not true), as if I will have conceded something to the opposition if I were to fully engage the Internet and profit from the engagement.

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The Guy Quote - Bertrand Russell

"Three passions, simple but overwhelmingly strong have governed my life: the longing for love, the search for knowledge, and unbearable pity for the suffering of mankind." Bertrand Arthur William Russell (1872 – 1970), was a British philosopher, logician, mathematician, historian, and social critic. At various points in his life, he imagined himself in turn a liberal, a socialist, and a pacifist, but he also admitted that he had never been any of these things, in any profound sense. He was born in Wales, into one of the most prominent aristocratic families in Britain.

Russell led the British "revolt against idealism" in the early 1900s. He is considered one of the founders of analytic philosophy along with his predecessor Gottlob Frege and his protégé Ludwig Wittgenstein, and is widely held to be one of the 20th century's premier logicians. He co-authored, with A. N. Whitehead, Principia Mathematica, an attempt to ground mathematics on logic. His philosophical essay "On Denoting" has been considered a "paradigm of philosophy." His work has had a considerable influence on logic, mathematics, set theory, linguistics, computer science, and philosophy, especially philosophy of language, epistemology, and metaphysics.

Russell was a prominent anti-war activist; he championed free trade and anti-imperialism. Russell went to prison for his pacifism during World War I. Later, he campaigned against Adolf Hitler, then criticised Stalinist totalitarianism, attacked the United States of America's involvement in the Vietnam War, and was an outspoken proponent of nuclear disarmament. One of his last acts was to issue a statement which condemned Israeli aggression in the Middle East.

In 1950, Russell was awarded the Nobel Prize in Literature, "in recognition of his varied and significant writings in which he champions humanitarian ideals and freedom of thought." (this edited from and more on him at Wikipedia - there's also a good bio of him and foray into some of his thought in the Stanford Encyclopaedia of Philosophy)

Do not fear to be eccentric in opinion, for every opinion now accepted was once eccentric.

Men are born ignorant, not stupid. They are made stupid by education. To fear love is to fear life, and those who fear life are already 3-parts dead.

I would never die for my beliefs because I might be wrong. Of all forms of caution, caution in love is perhaps the most fatal to true happiness.

If a man is offered a fact which goes against his instincts, he will scrutinize it closely, and unless the evidence is overwhelming, he will refuse to believe it. If, on the other hand, he is offered something which affords a reason for acting in accordance to his instincts, he will accept it even on the slightest evidence. The origin of myths is explained in this way. The whole problem with the world is that fools and fanatics are always so certain of themselves, but wiser men so full of doubts.

The time you enjoy wasting is not wasted time. War doesn’t decide who is right, war decides who is left.

In all affairs it's a healthy thing now and then to hang a question mark on the things you have long taken for granted. In the part of this universe that we know there is great injustice, and often the good suffer, and often the wicked prosper, and one hardly knows which of those is the more annoying.

It's easy to fall in love. The hard part is finding someone to catch you. It has been said that man is a rational animal. All my life I have been searching for evidence which could support this.

It is a waste of energy to be angry with a man who behaves badly, just as it is to be angry with a car that won't go. Life is nothing but a competition to be the criminal rather than the victim.

Men fear thought as they fear nothing else on earth -- more than ruin -- more even than death.... Thought is subversive and revolutionary, destructive and terrible, thought is merciless to privilege, established institutions, and comfortable habit. Thought looks into the pit of hell and is not afraid. Thought is great and swift and free, the light of the world, and the chief glory of man. No one gossips about other people's secret virtues.

An idealist is one who, on noticing that a rose smells better than a cabbage, concludes that it makes a better soup. Our great democracies still tend to think that a stupid man is more likely to be honest than a clever man.

If I were to suggest that between the Earth and Mars there is a china teapot revolving about the sun in an elliptical orbit, nobody would be able to disprove my assertion provided I were careful to add that the teapot is too small to be revealed even by our most powerful telescopes. But if I were to go on to say that, since my assertion cannot be disproved, it is an intolerable presumption on the part of human reason to doubt it, I should rightly be thought to be talking nonsense. If, however, the existence of such a teapot were affirmed in ancient books, taught as the sacred truth every Sunday, and instilled into the minds of children at school, hesitation to believe in its existence would become a mark of eccentricity and entitle the doubter to the attentions of the psychiatrist in an enlightened age or of the Inquisitor in an earlier time. To be without some of the things you want is an indispensable part of happiness

Passive acceptance of the teacher's wisdom is easy to most boys and girls. It involves no effort of independent thought, and seems rational because the teacher knows more than his pupils; it is moreover the way to win the favour of the teacher unless he is a very exceptional man. Yet the habit of passive acceptance is a disastrous one in later life. It causes man to seek and to accept a leader, and to accept as a leader whoever is established in that position. One of the symptoms of an approaching nervous breakdown is the belief that one’s work is terribly important.

Science may set limits to knowledge, but should not set limits to imagination. Patriots always talk of dying for their country but never of killing for their country.

There are two motives for reading a book; one, that you enjoy it; the other, that you can boast about it. The hardest thing to learn in life is which bridge to cross and which to burn.

As a philosopher, if I were speaking to a purely philosophic audience I should say that I ought to describe myself as an Agnostic, because I do not think that there is a conclusive argument by which one can prove that there is not a God. On the other hand, if I am to convey the right impression to the ordinary man in the street I think that I ought to say that I am an Atheist, because, when I say that I cannot prove that there is not a God, I ought to add equally that I cannot prove that there are not the Homeric gods. So far as I can remember, there is not one word in the Gospels in praise of intelligence.

There is much pleasure to be gained from useless knowledge. Fear is the main source of superstition, and one of the main sources of cruelty. To conquer fear is the beginning of wisdom.

One should as a rule respect public opinion in so far as is necessary to avoid starvation and to keep out of prison, but anything that goes beyond this is voluntary submission to an unnecessary tyranny, and is likely to interfere with happiness in all kinds of ways. The good life, as I conceive it, is a happy life. I do not mean that if you are good you will be happy - I mean that if you are happy you will be good.

The main things which seem to me important on their own account, and not merely as means to other things, are knowledge, art, instinctive happiness, and relations of friendship or affection.

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[[ps - please check out some of my other quote collections here - The Guy Quote]]

Peace at any cost

Eisenhower's worst fears came true. We invent enemies to buy the bombs Britain faces no serious threat, yet keeps waging war. While big defence exists, glory-hungry politicians will use it

Fascinating article by Simon Jenkins in The Guardian:

Why do we still go to war? We seem unable to stop. We find any excuse for this post-imperial fidget and yet we keep getting trapped. Germans do not do it, or Spanish or Swedes. Britain's borders and British people have not been under serious threat for a generation. Yet time and again our leaders crave battle. Why?

Last week we got a glimpse of an answer and it was not nice. The outgoing US defence secretary, Robert Gates, berated Europe's "failure of political will" in not maintaining defence spending. He said Nato had declined into a "two-tier alliance" between those willing to wage war and those "who specialise in 'soft' humanitarian, development, peacekeeping and talking tasks". Peace, he implied, is for wimps. Real men buy bombs, and drop them.

This call was echoed by Nato's chief, Anders Fogh Rasmussen, who pointed out how unfair it was that US defence investment represented 75% of the Nato defence expenditure, where once it was only half. Having been forced to extend his war on Libya by another three months, Rasmussen wanted to see Europe's governments come up with more money, and no nonsense about recession. Defence to him is measured not in security but in spending.

The call was repeated back home by the navy chief, Sir Mark Stanhope. He had to be "dressed down" by the prime minister, David Cameron, for warning that an extended war in Libya would mean "challenging decisions about priorities". Sailors never talk straight: he meant more ships. The navy has used so many of its £500,000 Tomahawk missiles trying to hit Colonel Gaddafi (and missing) over the past month that it needs money for more. In a clearly co-ordinated lobby, the head of the RAF also demanded "a significant uplift in spending after 2015, if the service is to meet its commitments". It, of course, defines its commitments itself.

Libya has cost Britain £100m so far, and rising. But Iraq and the Afghan war are costing America $3bn a week, and there is scarcely an industry, or a state, in the country that does not see some of this money. These wars show no signs of being ended, let alone won. But to the defence lobby what matters is the money. It sustains combat by constantly promising success and inducing politicians and journalists to see "more enemy dead", "a glimmer of hope" and "a corner about to be turned".

Victory will come, but only if politicians spend more money on "a surge". Soldiers are like firefighters, demanding extra to fight fires. They will fight all right, but if you want victory that is overtime.

On Wednesday the Russian ambassador to Nato warned that Britain and France were "being dragged more and more into the eventuality of a land-based operation in Libya". This is what the defence lobby wants institutionally, even if it may appal the generals. In the 1980s Russia watched the same process in Afghanistan, where it took a dictator, Mikhail Gorbachev, to face down the Red Army and demand withdrawal. The west has no Gorbachev in Afghanistan at the moment. Nato's Rasmussen says he "could not envisage" a land war in Libya, since the UN would take over if Gaddafi were toppled. He must know this is nonsense. But then he said Nato would only enforce a no-fly zone in Libya. He achieved that weeks ago, but is still bombing.

It is not democracy that keeps western nations at war, but armies and the interests now massed behind them. The greatest speech about modern defence was made in 1961 by the US president Eisenhower. He was no leftwinger, but a former general and conservative Republican. Looking back over his time in office, his farewell message to America was a simple warning against the "disastrous rise of misplaced power" of a military-industrial complex with "unwarranted influence on government". A burgeoning defence establishment, backed by large corporate interests, would one day employ so many people as to corrupt the political system. (His original draft even referred to a "military-industrial-congressional complex".) This lobby, said Eisenhower, could become so huge as to "endanger our liberties and democratic processes".

I wonder what Eisenhower would make of today's US, with a military grown from 3.5 million people to 5 million. The western nations face less of a threat to their integrity and security than ever in history, yet their defence industries cry for ever more money and ever more things to do. The cold war strategist, George Kennan, wrote prophetically: "Were the Soviet Union to sink tomorrow under the waters of the ocean, the American military-industrial complex would have to remain, substantially unchanged, until some other adversary could be invented."

The devil makes work for idle hands, especially if they are well financed. Britain's former special envoy to Kabul, Sherard Cowper-Coles, echoed Kennan last week in claiming that the army's keenness to fight in Helmand was self-interested. "It's use them or lose them, Sherard," he was told by the then chief of the general staff, Sir Richard Dannatt. Cowper-Coles has now gone off to work for an arms manufacturer.

There is no strategic defence justification for the US spending 5.5% of its gross domestic product on defence or Britain 2.5%, or for the Nato "target" of 2%.

These figures merely formalise existing commitments and interests. At the end of the cold war soldiers assiduously invented new conflicts for themselves and their suppliers, variously wars on terror, drugs, piracy, internet espionage and man's general inhumanity to man. None yields victory, but all need equipment. The war on terror fulfilled all Eisenhower's fears, as America sank into a swamp of kidnapping, torture and imprisonment without trial.

The belligerent posture of the US and Britain towards the Muslim world has fostered antagonism and moderate threats in response. The bombing of extremist targets in Pakistan is an invitation for terrorists to attack us, and then a need for defence against such attack. Meanwhile, the opportunity cost of appeasing the complex is astronomical. Eisenhower remarked that "every gun that is made is a theft from those who hunger" – a bomber is two power stations and a hospital not built. Likewise, each Tomahawk Cameron drops on Tripoli destroys not just a Gaddafi bunker (are there any left?), but a hospital ward and a classroom in Britain.

As long as "big defence" exists it will entice glory-hungry politicians to use it. It is a return to the hundred years war, when militaristic barons and knights had a stranglehold on the monarch, and no other purpose in life than to fight. To deliver victory they demanded ever more taxes for weapons, and when they had ever more weapons they promised ever grander victories. This is exactly how Britain's defence ministry ran out of budgetary control under Labour.

There is one piece of good news. Nato has long outlived its purpose, now justifying its existence only by how much it induces its members to spend, and how many wars irrelevant to its purpose it finds to fight. Yet still it does not spend enough for the US defence secretary. In his anger, Gates threatened that "future US leaders … may not consider the return on America's investment in Nato worth the cost". Is that a threat or a promise?

My Inspiration – Huse Monfaradi (badman director pon de floor)

My name is Huse. I am 37. I live in Kensal Rise. I have no pets. I am single. I have no children. I have very soft hands. I own a bronze bust of Burt Reynolds wearing a Fez. I am a director. I started in TV, then moved into music videos, then commercials. I am currently directing a documentary film about the DJ David Guetta. I once hung out with Paul McCartney for a week. That is all you need to know. What's your favourite of the things you've done? [youtube=http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=30w8DyEJ__0&w=700] This is my favourite video that I ever directed. Arctic Monkeys "Brianstorm". We shot this at Pinewood Studios on the night of the Brit Awards in 2007 when the band had won pretty much everything. We had a big TV in the studio and stopped filming every twenty minutes or so that they (and the film crew) could watch their pre-recorded acceptance speeches where they were dressed as characters from the Wizard of Oz and The Village People. It was my favourite filming experience of all time and the third shoot I had done with them.

The starting point for me when doing videos is always the track. The drums were insane. I wanted to do something almost tribal and superfast cut and I wanted to mess with the rock genre. I took inspiration from ghetto fabulous RnB videos and we got a fuck of massive LED backdrop with visuals created by United Visual Artists who are genius. I then shot the band entirely from behind. Everyone thought I was mad but I just knew it would work and the results speak for themselves. It was edited by the legendary Sam Sneade who edited all of Jonathan Glazer's videos.

Okay so we need three things done by other people that inspire you I struggle to find inspiration from anyone or anything but there's definitely "stuff I like".

Mark Gonzales was my childhood hero. He was a skateboarding legend. His style was effortless. He did whatever the fuck he liked. I even like his art, some of which is definitely questionable. I still want to be him. Here he is in the seminal skateboarding film "Video Days" directed by non other than Spike Jonze:[youtube=http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=K4Rx4gbMN08&w=700]

Neil Young's "After The Goldrush". I never tire of it, particularly the track "Don't Let It bring You Down". His lyrics are phenomenal. Here's a live version:[youtube=http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=uG1HY2zLc1s&w=700]

I recently saw a film that went straight into my top twenty of all time - Close-Up (1991) by Iranian filmmaker Abbas Kiarostami. I've never seen a film like it before. Here's a scene from it which will make no sense unless you watch the movie in its entirety:[youtube=http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=qIfwOHp2auo&w=700]

Why, when and how did you start getting into directing? I studied Spanish with Business Studies, ironic considering I'm pretty much numerically dyslexic and don't really know anything about money. I had no idea what i wanted to do with my life. One minute I was doing GCSEs, the next A-levels, then before I knew it I was at college. All I did was skateboard. It was all a blur. I had no forward vision whatsoever. When I left college I was unemployed for a year, sleeping in til 2-3pm, and then a friend told me about he he got a job as a runner on a TV programme and I thought "hey, I like TV and film..."

What was your first job like then? My first ever job as a runner was on a children's road safety programme for Channel 4. They were re-creating traffic accidents but obviously couldn't use kids so we worked with a team of stunt midgets. To this day some of the nicest people I've ever met. All they did all day every day was fall off bikes and get hit by cars. They didn't complain once.

What's your favourite thing about what you do? I love being on set. I love seeing my vision, something which rattled around in my head come to life. In general my attitude in life is to always expect the worst, so when I look at that monitor and see something that looks amazing I'm always pleasantly surprised.

And what's the hardest? Stress. Anxiety. Rejection. I constantly try and remind myself how fortunate I am to be doing what I do. I have had some amazing experiences over the last 13 years. It's not made me rich by any means and sometimes months go by without a single penny coming in....but I don't know what else to do and I think I'm pretty good at what I do and I'm going to stick with it.

One top tip for the aspiring artist? It has never been easier to make films. Technology now allows anyone with even half an idea to grab a camera such as a Canon 5D, shoot something and edit in on Final Cut. This doesn't mean everyone is a film maker but why the fuck not give it a go. If you have an idea act on it, rather than intellectualising if its any good or not for too long. That's pretty much why I don't do videos anymore because I'm over critical and over analytical of my ideas.

What do you do in your down time? Surfing in North Devon.

BMX, skateboard or snowboard? Skateboarding turned into Snowboarding and then surfing for me. Some of the most incredible and emotive times of my life have been spent in the mountains and in the ocean with my nearest and dearest friends.

Who do you work with? I work alone.

What's your dream project? I would like to direct a feature film before I am 40. It might kill me but I'm ready to give it a shot. I'm currently working on a documentary film and I've come close to punching someone on at least three occasions.

Who would you most like to work with? Gene Hackman

What's your favourite saying? Not so much a saying, but a line from a film - Charlie And The Chocolate Factory. Gene Wilder - "We are the music makers, and we are the dreamers of the dreams." [youtube=http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=3pwvB4_Te8A&w=700]

The Children of Troy

From The New Enquiry: Jack Cheng highlights Letters of Note collected at the Children’s Library in Troy, Michigan:

In 1971, Marguerite Hart, the children’s librarian of my hometown of Troy, Michigan, wrote to dozens of politicians, writers, artists and otherwise notable individuals asking them to send in a few inspirational words for the children of Troy on the opening of its first public library.

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97 letters came back in response to Hart’s request, and a handful of them were recently highlighted on Letters of Note, like E.B. White saying that books were people—”people who have managed to stay alive by hiding between the covers of a book.”

Or, Dr. Seuss being Dr. Seuss:

Ted Nugent's long-lost son

From The New Yorker:Big Ted Little Ted, by Rieves Wiedman

One day last fall, Ted Mann, a Brooklyn restaurateur, got a call from his father. This was unexpected, because Mann, who is forty-two, had never met his father. Given up for adoption at birth, he was raised by a single mother in Bay Ridge, where, at twenty-eight, he opened his first bar. He now owns nine, and was busy with preparations for two new locations—a beer garden in Park Slope and what he calls “the Katz’s Deli of Bay Ridge”—when his dad called.

“Hello, son,” said Ted Nugent, guitarist, gun activist, and star of a reality-TV show, “Runnin’ Wild,” that centers on Nugent chasing people through the woods. Add another line to his résumé: Ted Mann’s father.

This required some explanation. In 1968, Nugent and his girlfriend, both teen-agers, were living in New York. She got pregnant, and they gave the baby boy to Catholic Charities. “We were very young and we were in love/lust,” Nugent told Mann. “More love than lust, but plenty of lust. And, oh boy! There’s just a tsunami of adventure cravings at that age.” The baby went straight from the hospital to the home of Mary Mann, an Irish Catholic mother of four. Ted Mann felt loved, and saw no need to seek out his parents. His younger sister, however, did. A few years ago, Louisa Savarese, also adopted at birth—Nugent has nine children from several relationships—hired a genealogist to find her parents. “Well, you’ve got a brother,” Nugent told her when she reached him. “Can I look for him?” she asked. Nugent offered his blessing.

“The first thing I thought of when I heard was: hunter,” Mann said the other day at Cebu, his Bay Ridge bistro. He wore brown wingtips and a double-breasted cardigan. He had never held a gun, and didn’t know many of his dad’s songs, so, after the phone call, he went to YouTube. There was his father, ripping into the opening bars of “Kiss My Glock,” shooting rifles with Anthony Bourdain, and telling then Presidential candidate Barack Obama to “suck on one of these”—a pair of machine guns. The revelations kept coming. Mann was Norwegian. The middle name his parents gave him was Fleetwood. “Some of the time my dad spent with my mom was in a Cadillac Fleetwood,” he explained. “I’ll leave it at that.”

A month later, Mann flew to Texas. He met his sister, in Austin, where they spent two days “laughing and crying and freaking out” before driving to his father’s ranch, in China Spring, near Waco. “There he was, standing on his porch with his big cowboy hat,” Mann said. “I thought I was gonna throw up or jump out of the car and run off his property.”

Mann pulled out his iPhone to look at photos from the trip: Big Ted and Little Ted kneeling before a grill covered with elk steaks; Little Ted aiming a rifle (his girlfriend: “I think you just got sexier”); the contents of Big Ted’s pockets—handgun, ammo, handkerchief—displayed as part of a lesson in “what a man should carry”; father and son, arm in arm, holding a semiautomatic rifle and an Uzi. “I couldn’t believe it,” Mann said. “Here I am, a grown man, and I wanted to make sure I hit the bull’s-eye so I could show my dad I can shoot.” Mann flicked to another photo: a deer carcass hanging from a tree. “He sends me random shots of everything he kills now,” he said.

In April, he joined his dad on a hunting trip in Michigan—his “baptismal bloodletting,” Nugent called it—and, earlier this month, Nugent came to New York. He was in town for a concert, at the Iridium, and several media appearances. Howard Stern told him to bring the kids. (Stern to Mann: “Have you gotten laid more now that Ted Nugent is your dad?”) Nugent also wanted to see his son at work, so they went to Cubana Social, Mann’s Williamsburg restaurant—Nugent wore the neighborhood’s only authentic National Rifle Association cap—for empanadas and chorizo burgers.

“I told him, ‘You’re in charge of the pace,’ ” Nugent said recently, on the phone from his ranch. He was soaking several freshly killed venison steaks in ginger ale, his secret ingredient. “But, in the typical Nugent condition of excess, we have caught up with more meaningful father-son time in the past six months than a lot of fathers and sons probably ever get.” He paused. “I’m sure if Tom Petty found his long-lost son it’d be fun. But not this fun.”

What Makes Men Tick - Gold dust in the Reanimation Library 1

The Reanimation Library is a small, independent public library in Brooklyn. It collects books that have fallen out of routine circulation and keeps them for their visual content. Outdated and discarded, they have been culled from thrift stores, stoop sales, and throw-away piles, and are given new life as a resource for artists, writers, cultural archeologists, and other interested parties. The catalogue on their website has scans from some of the more interesting books. Among them, this 1972 bad boy, What Makes Men Tick. It is, now more than ever, an essential guide for all women on how to best serve as a dutiful wife *ahem*.

The man who has it all

Excellent old school infographic

Yup, that's exactly what "we" do

Best. Caption. Ever.

Robot arm picks up (unwrapped) ketchup

[youtube=http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=mDlHGhKHIdM&w=700] Now THIS is what I like to see. Quite simply a staggering piece of engineering. Stop reading this and JUST PRESS PLAY already.

Came via the excellent WIRED.co.uk site, on which Duncan Geere writes:

A small Japanese company called Furukawa Kikou has built arobot arm that can pick ketchup up and put it down again without losing its shape.

You can see the remarkable process in action in the video above, with added mayonnaise too. The sheet, which is made of Teflon, is wrapped around a sliding plate, which is fixed on one end. As the plate moves out underneath, it picks up whatever substance it's being used on.

It was originally built in 2007 to help bakeries get structurally-infirm pastries out of an oven, but has also found a job in the box packing industry -- as Syoji Tsubaki, the company's sales manager, explains:

"Until now, it generally wasn't possible to transport materials in a sol-gel state," he told Diginfo. "When a liquid pouch is picked or suctioned up, the liquid collects at the bottom. This makes the bottom bulge and the pouch loses its shape, so sometimes you can't fit the specified number of pouches in a box. By placing the pouches in the box horizontally, it's possible to arrange them automatically."

We want one for the Wired kitchen.