#mechanism

[keishiro-ueki]

#loop #digital art #mechanism #math art #geometry

[wtfearth123]

Watch what happens to Germs when you wash your hands with Soap at microscopic level. 🔬 The Soap molecules surround germ cells and disrupt their cell walls, causing them to burst.

Germ cells are surrounded by a cell wall that protects them from the environment. This cell wall is made up of a layer of peptidoglycan, which is a polymer of amino acids and sugars. Soap molecules are made up of two parts: a hydrophobic (water-fearing) tail and a hydrophilic (water-loving) head. When soap is added to water, the hydrophobic tails group together and the hydrophilic heads face outward, forming micelles. These micelles can surround germ cells and the hydrophobic tails can then disrupt the cell walls, causing the cells to burst.

The hydrophobic tails of the soap molecules can disrupt the cell wall in two ways. First, they can bind to the peptidoglycan molecules and weaken the bonds between them. Second, they can create holes in the cell wall. Once the cell wall is disrupted, the germ cells lose their internal contents and die.

It is important to note that soap only works to kill germ cells that are surrounded by a cell wall. Germ cells that do not have a cell wall, such as viruses, are not affected by soap.

The size of the soap micelles is important. Micelles that are too small will not be able to surround the germ cells. Micelles that are too large will not be able to penetrate the cell walls.

The concentration of soap is also important. A higher concentration of soap will be more effective at killing germ cells.

The temperature of the water can also affect the effectiveness of soap. Soap is more effective at killing germ cells in warm water than in cold water.

I hope this post has helped you understand the importance of handwashing and why doctors always ask you to do it regularly. Washing your hands with soap and water for at least 20 seconds is one of the best ways to prevent the spread of germs and stay healthy. So please, wash your hands often and help keep yourself and others safe!

Thank you for reading this post. I hope you found it informative and helpful. Please share it with your friends and family so they can learn about the importance of handwashing too. 😊🙏

#soap #germs #cellwall #science #biology #micelles #peptidoglycan #mechanism #explanation #education #health #safety

[bimbows-xp]

☆

#webcore #mechanism #gif #old web #2000s #1990s #90s #machine #tech #techcore #old web graphics #y2k #y2k aesthetic #y2k nostalgia #png #transparent

[caleod]

9-11-23

#moleskine #sketchbook #sketch #dailyart #daily #dailypainting #dailydrawing #dailysketch #sketchaday #artoftheday #artbook #artists on tumblr #watercolor #gouache #painting #fineliner #drawing #steampunk #machine #mechanism #steam

[zephyraes]

STIM - LAIKA

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#stim #stimboard #laika #space #galaxy #stars #trinkets #glitter #dice #mechanism #blue #black #rest in the stars baby girl......................

[philosophybits]

The more complex and sensitive the social, economic, and scientific mechanism, to the operation of which the system of production has long since attuned the body, the more impoverished are the experiences of which the body is capable.

Max Horkheimer & Theodor W. Adorno, Dialectic of Enlightenment

#philosophy #quotes #Max Horkheimer & Theodor W. Adorno #Dialectic of Enlightenment #mechanism #machines #experience #instrumentalism #capitalism

[nestedneons]

By syccreation

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#nestedneons #cyberpunk #cyberpunk art #cyberpunk aesthetic #cyberpunk artist #art #cyberwave #scifi #crypto art #devide #crazy mecha #mecha #mechanics #mechanism #cybernetic #scifi art #scifi aesthetic #scifi geek #scifi design

[thirdity]

The specialist is one who never makes small mistakes while moving towards the grand fallacy.

Marshall McLuhan, Understanding Media

#mistakes #error #instrumentalism #mechanism #norms #quotes #McLuhan #Marshall McLuhan #Understanding Media

[massiveluxuryoverdose]

James Cox's “Silver Swan”

Cox modeled the life-size creature on a female swan, incorporating 2,000 moving parts, including 139 crystal rods and 113 neck rings.

A slew of delicate pieces are encased in chased, repoussé silver, operated by three clockwork mechanisms that control a music box, a pool of glass with swimming silver fish, and the complex movements of the swan’s head and neck. 

#art #design #overdose #jewellery #jewelry #luxury lifestyle #luxurious #sculpture #james #cox #gif #animated gif #swan #silver #automaton #gold #rystal #clockwork #mechanism #gif animation #gifset #fish

[zegalba]

#rolex #watch #stainless steel #mechanism

[frostgears]

perspective

"we think you're important", they'd told her. "you're going to show us where to find what we're looking for."

"i don't know anything!" she'd screamed at them, to no avail; the white cloaks dragged her from the little space she'd cleared for herself near the top of one of the old ruined towers. she'd seen a few others as they carried her down the rust-chewed stairs, but wasn't shocked that none raised a hand in her defense. you didn't interfere with the white cloaks. in their place, she'd have done the same.

there was a quick, quiet journey by sailboat. they didn't even bother to blindfold her. she would have been afraid to be so close to the water, but there wasn't room for any more fear, it seemed.

and then they brought her here. she'd never seen anything like it: a golden mechanical spire, alive and moving where the old towers were dead and static, every beam and step and window slowly turning in an interlocking drive chain that must have been powered by something truly massive. she could have spent days marveling at it, but they never gave her the chance.

in a chamber somewhere inside it, in front of a multi-story column of churning cogs, they tied her down and slit her dress up the back and did something to bind her to the golden gears of this place. she felt the intrusions of foreign machinery into her spinal column and shuddered with the force of it, the driving power of the spire itself turning within her. almost as an afterthought, she noticed that she could no longer move her legs.

"what do you want," she choked out. the machinery's power was undeniable, but surprisingly precise; the linkages to her spine weren't going to tear her to shreds any time soon. she could bear it, if she could find a reason.

"show us what we're looking for," the white cloaks told her again.

"i don't know what you're looking for. i don't even know who you are, really. please," she begged, "let me go home."

"show us the place you came from."

"what…"

one of the white cloaks gestured to the window. there hadn't been a window before. but all she could see through it were clouds.

she craned her neck to look out of it, and the view… changed.

it was as if she was high up in her tower rooms again, looking out over the crumbling city, but she could see everything she'd only wondered at from up there. the angle was unfamiliar, but she thought she recognized a few buildings, and the grey rocks of the headlands where they stuck out into the bay. she tilted her head, and her viewpoint moved over the land like a bird.

there! her building. the great chunk sheared off one side gave it a silhouette that was difficult to miss. she focused her eyes, and the act of focusing entrained the intruding machinery, and she felt the room spin. did she move? did the spire?

and was that her alcove near the top of her building? though the window rippled slightly, it was so clear.

there, those were the grey-green panels of her solar winder, the orange cylinder of the motor itself. so nobody had dared to loot her few possessions yet. but even if she had her freedom right now, if these white cloaks suddenly vanished, if she could somehow steal a sailboat and instantly divine how to pilot it, she'd never make it back in time.

"home," she whispered, but the white cloak closest to her shook its head.

"not that place. show us where you came from!"

"i don't remember."

"you will. you are one of the oldest. you have to remember."

was that a pleading note in its voice?

"i'm just… i'm just me."

"then you will keep looking."

maybe if she found something they thought was important, they'd let her go. she wasn't getting out of here otherwise. so she kept looking, aimlessly scanning the cityscape. her view passed over the sunken columns of something enormous rusting quietly in the bay. she'd only ever seen a corner of the thing from land. whatever it was, it didn't seem to interest her captors.

it had already been late in the day when they'd installed her in this chamber. white cloaks shuffled out. new ones shuffled in. the light outside was fading. maybe they'd let her go, when it was too dark to see.

"keep looking," one of the new ones told her.

another white cloak stepped behind the window to adjust something. not a window, then. the view brightened and glimmered with the colors of moonlight. white cloaks pulled bundles down from the ceiling and fed more into the window's frame.

optical fiber? she'd seen it in a building in the city, bush-like displays that still glowed faintly at night, though their power sources were too weak to be of any real use.

"keep looking outside," the white cloak warned her.

she would have been running down by now, preparing to sleep through the night and save the rest of her energy to catch the sun in the morning, but the rumbling power of the spire was coupled to her, and she felt no need to sleep.

like a bat, her view soared through darkness. she saw glimmers of power and light here and there, old settlements past the edges of the city, but the white cloaks shook their heads as she investigated each one. apparently those were already known to them.

hours later, she asked them: "how much is there left to search?"

"until you remember."

that didn't seem likely.

day returned. white cloaks shuffled out. new ones shuffled in. adjustments were made. she had yet to find the limits of her vision through the spire's window.

her view flitted over ancient bridges and the dull lines of railways and the strange dark ribbons that might have once been roads, over rippling grassland and boxy factories and shattered glass incomprehensibilities fallen to ruin. the white cloaks watched her, but most of them watched the window. she still had no idea what they were looking for.

here and there, sun-glare from water or polished metal swamped the window and flooded the room with harsh light, and the white cloaks told her "move on" and "do not dwell". so she kept her gaze moving. once she caught a muttered "too much, disconnect one", not meant for her.

white cloaks shuffled out. new ones shuffled in. the window was reconfigured for night, and she kept scanning the night landscape by moonlight until the first emanations of daybreak. it was then, as the white cloaks began once more to fuss with the window, that the prisoner of the spire made her move: she opened her eyes wide, and raised her gaze to the dawning sun.

there was searing white, and howling, and heat, and then eventually there was dark.

if the endless searching and the direction of the white cloaks had been torture, there would not be a word left for this. she was alone in the dark. how long, she had no idea. she began to count.

the spire still moved around her. it would not let her go.

—

she'd lost count of the number of times she'd lost count by the time they found her.

the words were banal, and that let her believe them:

"Spin here. think i found something."

"right behind you, Spin, tooth and tooth."

"hold up, Gull, lot of…"

"yeah, i see them. wound down. not in a hurry to wind any back up."

"Gull, one's still moving!"

"after that flare? it's been two days!"

"apparently. somehow. hey. you. are you okay?"

"can't see you," she said to the darkness.

"yeah, i'm not surprised. your poor eyes. i don't think we have any spare, sorry, at least not here. but definitely back at base…"

"Spin, shut it, we don't know if she's—"

"she's linked into this whole mess back here, she's clearly not one of the damned Divergence. i've never seen them do that to their own."

"Divergence," she said.

"the walking problems in the white cloaks. sorry, this gearing is beyond me. Gull, get Fidget, would you?"

"so you're not Divergence. good."

"well," the further voice said, "that's a matter of opinion."

a third voice: "and mine's the only opinion that matters, Gull."

"yes, ma'am, Fidget."

she felt fingers on her back, probing at the intruding hardware.

"might take a few minutes, but i'm sure i can get this out of you. bear with me. and by the by, i must say i'm impressed. whatever you did to this place that burned it up, we saw it from klicks and klicks away. however you did it, there's a dozen Divergence on the floor, which puts you tied with Spin for this week, and she's… excitable. you know, we could use someone like you in the Mechanism…"

—

she returned to the observatory spire eventually, with new eyes, and a squad of four, and the green and gold planetary gears of the Mechanism on her shoulder.

"you holding up all right?"

"not great, but… being linked up isn't so bad for a little while. better company than last time. know what i'm looking for, this time. just let me get oriented."

"no rush."

"hmm. that's funny."

"what's funny?"

"this building. used to live up near the top, here."

"not too bad, huh? airy, certainly. roomy, looks like."

"that's what i used to think. then the damned Divergence grabbed me, and then, well, you were there for most of it. seen a bit of the world, what's left of it. and after all that, the old tower just seems… small." □

#empty spaces #microfiction #combat doll #dollposting #mechanism

[keishiro-ueki]

Mechanical logic gate "AND"

#math art #geometry #mechanism #3d printing

[cant-think-of-a-good-one]

my favourite ideology, mechanism

#mechanism #mechanisms #ideologies

[jaubaius]

Retrograde Clock Model 2

#clock #3dprinting #creativity #awesome #mechanism #cool

[nemfrog]

Fig. 44. Cotton combing machines. 1902.

Internet Archive

#diagram #machinery #wheels #mechanism #nemfrog #1902 #early 1900s #kandinsky

[philosophybits]

In Paradise, where there is no labour, and no need for long rest and heavy sleep, all temptations become dangerous. It is a peril to live there.... Perhaps present-day people eschew the paradisal state. They prefer work, for where there is no work there is no smoothness, no regularity, no peacefulness, no satisfaction.

Lev Shestov, All Things Are Possible

#philosophy #quotes #Lev Shestov #All Things Are Possible #work #regularity #mechanism #satisfaction