Thursday, January 19, 2017

The Paperfuge: A 20-Cent Device That Could Transform Health Care

THE LOOSE ASSEMBLAGE of paper and string Manu Prakash pulls from his pocket doesn’t look like much. And in a way, it’s not—just 20 cents’ worth of materials you can buy at an art supply store. But in another way, the Stanford bioengineer’s tangle of stuff is a minor miracle. Prakash calls it a Paperfuge, and like the piece of lab equipment it’s named for, the centrifuge, it can spin biological samples at thousands of revolutions per minute. That’s a critical step in the diagnosis of infections like malaria and HIV. But unlike a centrifuge, the Paperfuge doesn’t need electricity, complicated machinery, expensive replacement parts, or even much money to operate.
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Thursday, December 08, 2016

Words For Teenagers by John Tapene

The African Bricks

A series of artworks inspired by the Mandela House in Soweto and other similar matchbox houses in the African townships. Artworks: Charis Tsevis
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Thursday, June 02, 2016

Loren Carpenter Experiment at SIGGRAPH ‘91

Loren Carpenter Experiment at SIGGRAPH '91 from Zachary Murray on Vimeo.

Loren Carpenter presents an experiment at SIGGRAPH 1991 by projecting a game of Pong. The game is controlled by paddles distributed to an audience, which spontaneously organizes itself to play the game.
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Monday, April 04, 2016

Programming language for novel biological circuits

"It is literally a programming language for bacteria," says Christopher Voigt, an MIT professor of biological engineering. "You use a text-based language, just like you're programming a computer. Then you take that text and you compile it and it turns it into a DNA sequence that you put into the cell, and the circuit runs inside the cell."
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Wednesday, March 23, 2016


Изкуството е вечно, казва една мъдра поговорка. Навярно любовта към изкуството е и билет за дълъг и щастлив живот. Така се подреждат нещата в живота на една 105-годишна жена.
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Tuesday, March 22, 2016

Urban Love Stories By Natalia Mindru

This is my ode to stolen kisses, kept secrets, and unspoken words shared between lovers in a metropolis that rarely stands still enough to notice.
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