The age old question, how do we end up with lint in our belly buttons?
Some people never get it at all, some could knit a sweater from it. They say that lint in the belly button is result of belly hair abrading the fabric of the innermost layer of clothing but if I wear a white t-shirt and a red over shirt I end up with red or at least pink belly button lint. That would suggest some inclusion of the fibers of the shirt ending up there as well.
I could knit a sweater in a year no problem and it doesn't matter if I have belly hair or not, it still ends up there.
I bet if we looked hard enough we could find where NIH funded a multi-million dollar study of the formation of belly button lint.
Dec 29, 2022·edited Dec 29, 2022Liked by Guttermouth
Serious bit:
If aesthetics is the function, then form follows function. If efficiency is the function, then too form follows function.
So, form always follows function.
Molly Bloom-epistemology:
There's an ideal form (no, not Plato's idea of the ideal forms) for everything, subjective as well as objective. It is from the intercourse of subjective and objective the imperfection that enables the question to arise forms, fully functional and poised and ready to pounce the moment the umbilical is bitten off by the choice of using something for effect, or affecting a use for something.
But as we are obsessed with ascribing meaning to the Order we call Chaos as we stare out into the living room of existence with our child-like naïveté, wondering what the weird bumps coming from the bedroom of adult awareness might be, form becomes pre-eminent as it is our first impression.
And first impressions... last.
Consider the beast. He never looks for reason nor reasons, nor does he reason. The beast looks for causes. But the human? Oh, the human does not look for causes, but instead invents them whole cloth, out of belly-button lint if need be. And the human's casue always follows the human's wants.
Therefore, when pondering between the cause and the reason, the form and the function as a modern-day amalgam of Ulysses and Xenophon, always look at how the humane beasts and beastly humans forms their reason and cause, and what function they put the same to.
Also, what is that woman's pose? Is she trying to remove a really stubborn ring? Does she have a fart she just can't force out? Is she about to shart all over her dress? Is this from a scat enthusiasts site?
I used highly sophisticated imaging software (MS Paint) to draw a ray following her sight line to confirm that she is, in fact, looking at her own navel.
Ok, actually addressing the question: form should follow function in terms of designing things, but form is also an important part of function for many things. A nice home that is painful to look upon is not a nice home, because you need to look at the damned thing to live in it and you don't want it to hurt you when you do. (Of course if you are Daredevil that does not apply.)
More fundamentally, our appreciation for form stems from what we appreciate as functional. We learn over time what looks like a thing that will be good at our purposes, and we begin to associate that with how those things should look.
For example, kids like swords that look like mall ninja weapons because they are fancy and that is what they imagine cool swords look like. Adults who actually use swords loath those over fancy pieces of stainless crap and prefer very simple but actually functional pieces. Even a very functional but highly decorated piece can look a little off to someone who knows what they are looking for because the two aspects of fancy and functional are almost always mutually exclusive.
The distinction between form and function is as often as not an artifact of design for objects being done by those who don't know how it works, and as a result decoration replaces, or worse runs counter to, functionality.
Of course it applies to Matt Murdock! Not only can he 'see' the heinous furniture and other non-euclidean shapes of modern design, he can by smell alone detect the exact ingredients and their proportions in any paint or colouring agent, and thus by sniffing can get a colourised picture of the room/house.
But how would the house per your example affect Irene Adler?
Haven't seen it. I've noticed a trend that's been building since the early "naughties" that writers/creators of that genre of comics no longer give a fig about how various powers work or doesn't work, or give their characters downsides and limitations to go with the powers.
Too bad in my opinion, since using your example that would have been a good way to show learning to cope with having supra-normal or even supernatural sensory perception, and the problems it would give you: humanising the character, making them less of a delivery system of said power(s) and also creating better stories due to the writers having to work better and smarter.
Or I'm getting old and it's just a change in style/form that doesn't fit my taste for comic book entertainment (function).
Literally nothing including my physical survival or the existence of God is more important than funneling as much money as possible to Ukraine. I have seen through the matrix.
Send Best Buy gift cards instead. I just sent a bunch of those to a strip club in Odessa, which i'm told is the Ukrainian version of CENTCOM but with 60% more cowbell.
Hehehehe, used to manipulate my pals to do that when I was GMing. No matter the genre or setting, they'd hoard stuff "that wasn't worth to squander on trivial obstacles/enemies".
Leading to them trudging around bloody, broken and battered trying to quest their way to fame and fortune, while carrying a king's ransom in gear and gadgets.
modern architects are lazy unimaginative dunderheads, you only have to look at any city in the world. maybe its just the one i knew, he did half of Bahrain and its fugly
Because Guttermouth is a fan of youtube links and the correct poll response can be found in Daler Mehndi's Tunak Tunak Tun., behold: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=vTIIMJ9tUc8
Don't know about brightest but clever enough to know when to hold'em, when to fold'em and when to leg it like you stole fire from the gods. Also, being rather good with the gift of gab (I'm a much better speaker than I am a writer) helped tremendously, defusing or obfuscating otherwise rather nasty situations. Dumb luck doesn't hurt either.
Glad to be here! That I'm not quadriplegic is a testament to something, but I'll never say what!
When I was 11-12 years of age, I got to borrow the snowmobile (called 'skoter' in swedish, pronounced like 'scooter', leading to all kinds of confusion) on my own. An old, heavy machine made for work, not play.
So I set off into the sparse fjellbirch-wood and upon the 'kalfjäll' (the area above the treeline), it not being too cold (-15C?) and clear weather. Time pass, I'm having a ball feeling the Big Man, and it starts getting dark (meaning it was about 1430PM) and head for the cabin.
And drive straight off a jutting overhang -invisible from my angle of approach, it blended into the surrounding terrain. Falling about 400 meters in my imagination (4 meters) and landing softly in the snow, I realise when the initial shock dies down that my leg is trapped under 250kilos of snowmobile.
To this day, I don't know why I didn't panic. Remember, I was 11-12 and this was before mobile phones. Using a spare bottle of pre-blended fuel (back then you couldn't buy preblended two-stroke petrol), you learned the exact proportions for each individual enginge) I used the fuel to dissolve the ice-hard snow where I couldn't reach to dig, and got free eventually.
Digging around the machine, I managed to right it (no way was I ever going to right it by force!), dry the sparkplug, and get it going.
Didn't tell mom about that until I was in my 40s. :) I may be poor, but I'd never switch all those ...things... that just sort-of happened, for money or fame.
Happy New Year!
(Then we have the time when I had to carry a burning TV-set through an apartment...)
Off the cuff, that sounds like a function question, not a form question. Of course, those two are often the same thing, but a language that lacks the ability to clearly or easily express an idea seems to be lacking in function, no?
Again though, that seems like a question of functionality, not aesthetics, of a language. German is not a terribly pretty language to most people, but functionally the ability to just smash together word and concepts to make new ones is pretty functional.
I think you will find that definition is not quite what other people mean when they compare form and function. I rather thought you were using a definition that conflated the two concepts, which is why I put in aesthetics there.
The age old question, how do we end up with lint in our belly buttons?
Some people never get it at all, some could knit a sweater from it. They say that lint in the belly button is result of belly hair abrading the fabric of the innermost layer of clothing but if I wear a white t-shirt and a red over shirt I end up with red or at least pink belly button lint. That would suggest some inclusion of the fibers of the shirt ending up there as well.
I could knit a sweater in a year no problem and it doesn't matter if I have belly hair or not, it still ends up there.
I bet if we looked hard enough we could find where NIH funded a multi-million dollar study of the formation of belly button lint.
This sounds like a "form follows function" answer to me.
HAHAHAHA! Joe Dirt, you should apply for a grant from NIH!
Change your name to Joe Lint!!!
Novel netherworld navels nonetheless need neither neurotically noir notions nor neverending nirvana nor nifty neophyte neutrons.
Yep, we're done here.
That is an alliterative masterwork 🤯
Serious bit:
If aesthetics is the function, then form follows function. If efficiency is the function, then too form follows function.
So, form always follows function.
Molly Bloom-epistemology:
There's an ideal form (no, not Plato's idea of the ideal forms) for everything, subjective as well as objective. It is from the intercourse of subjective and objective the imperfection that enables the question to arise forms, fully functional and poised and ready to pounce the moment the umbilical is bitten off by the choice of using something for effect, or affecting a use for something.
But as we are obsessed with ascribing meaning to the Order we call Chaos as we stare out into the living room of existence with our child-like naïveté, wondering what the weird bumps coming from the bedroom of adult awareness might be, form becomes pre-eminent as it is our first impression.
And first impressions... last.
Consider the beast. He never looks for reason nor reasons, nor does he reason. The beast looks for causes. But the human? Oh, the human does not look for causes, but instead invents them whole cloth, out of belly-button lint if need be. And the human's casue always follows the human's wants.
Therefore, when pondering between the cause and the reason, the form and the function as a modern-day amalgam of Ulysses and Xenophon, always look at how the humane beasts and beastly humans forms their reason and cause, and what function they put the same to.
Also, what is that woman's pose? Is she trying to remove a really stubborn ring? Does she have a fart she just can't force out? Is she about to shart all over her dress? Is this from a scat enthusiasts site?
It raises a lot of questions for me.
I used highly sophisticated imaging software (MS Paint) to draw a ray following her sight line to confirm that she is, in fact, looking at her own navel.
My image selection process is highly rigorous.
Based on pulling her own finger..we know the answer to this Watson.
This was about bellybuttons, right?
Basically yeah
Hahaha. No it was a head fake
Is Zelinski's navel exposed in his drag getups?
Nailed it, didn't I?
WINNER!
Ok, actually addressing the question: form should follow function in terms of designing things, but form is also an important part of function for many things. A nice home that is painful to look upon is not a nice home, because you need to look at the damned thing to live in it and you don't want it to hurt you when you do. (Of course if you are Daredevil that does not apply.)
More fundamentally, our appreciation for form stems from what we appreciate as functional. We learn over time what looks like a thing that will be good at our purposes, and we begin to associate that with how those things should look.
For example, kids like swords that look like mall ninja weapons because they are fancy and that is what they imagine cool swords look like. Adults who actually use swords loath those over fancy pieces of stainless crap and prefer very simple but actually functional pieces. Even a very functional but highly decorated piece can look a little off to someone who knows what they are looking for because the two aspects of fancy and functional are almost always mutually exclusive.
The distinction between form and function is as often as not an artifact of design for objects being done by those who don't know how it works, and as a result decoration replaces, or worse runs counter to, functionality.
Objection.
Of course it applies to Matt Murdock! Not only can he 'see' the heinous furniture and other non-euclidean shapes of modern design, he can by smell alone detect the exact ingredients and their proportions in any paint or colouring agent, and thus by sniffing can get a colourised picture of the room/house.
But how would the house per your example affect Irene Adler?
Fleetingly, no doubt. She would show up once and never reappear, although people would never stop talking about her.
Well, that is part of her mystique.
SNIKT!
In the show, he wasn't bothered by the incredibly bright lights of a nearby neon sign, but I always thought THE SOUND would drive him nuts.
Haven't seen it. I've noticed a trend that's been building since the early "naughties" that writers/creators of that genre of comics no longer give a fig about how various powers work or doesn't work, or give their characters downsides and limitations to go with the powers.
Too bad in my opinion, since using your example that would have been a good way to show learning to cope with having supra-normal or even supernatural sensory perception, and the problems it would give you: humanising the character, making them less of a delivery system of said power(s) and also creating better stories due to the writers having to work better and smarter.
Or I'm getting old and it's just a change in style/form that doesn't fit my taste for comic book entertainment (function).
How much cash and how long do you think we're gonna be tied up in Ukraine?
General question.
I voted Ukraine since cocaine Mitch told us 3 times that Ukraine was this country's first priority.
Literally nothing including my physical survival or the existence of God is more important than funneling as much money as possible to Ukraine. I have seen through the matrix.
Must send money to Ukraine.
Sorry. I have to go to the bank now.
Send Best Buy gift cards instead. I just sent a bunch of those to a strip club in Odessa, which i'm told is the Ukrainian version of CENTCOM but with 60% more cowbell.
I hear Zelenskyyyy prefers Steam cards for some arcane reason.
when are all your gun toting mericans gonna kick your government to the curb?
When we have a long talk about it somewhere besides the internet.
There's a reason they shut down the bars and churches.....
Such the diplomat
I'm a survivor.
It sure feels that way after the last 6 years.
Had a little prior training since I grew up in a neighborhood where you had to know how to fight 3 on 1.
Yeah.
So... groin kick or throat punch or eye stab and then run like carbonised diarrhea?
I'm friggin prepared and ready
"How much cash and how long do you think we're gonna be tied up in Ukraine?"
How many dollars can the Fed print, virtual or otherwise, and in what time-frame?
I fear that is the only real answer.
It starts to feel like the end of a video game where you stop husbanding your resources and just drink 100 potions during the boss fight.
Perhaps the US is having a preemptive fire sale.
Hehehehe, used to manipulate my pals to do that when I was GMing. No matter the genre or setting, they'd hoard stuff "that wasn't worth to squander on trivial obstacles/enemies".
Leading to them trudging around bloody, broken and battered trying to quest their way to fame and fortune, while carrying a king's ransom in gear and gadgets.
Eventually, they caught on.
And there was much rejoicing.
Yup. That's the answer
modern architects are lazy unimaginative dunderheads, you only have to look at any city in the world. maybe its just the one i knew, he did half of Bahrain and its fugly
Because Guttermouth is a fan of youtube links and the correct poll response can be found in Daler Mehndi's Tunak Tunak Tun., behold: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=vTIIMJ9tUc8
That was weird 🤣
🤣
So, what you're saying is: you were one of the brightest of the lads you run with!
A year and 3 days ago,I had emergency surgery for a broken ,perched and jumped neck, thanks to a pair of 80somethings driving head-on into me.
I wore a more modern brace for 2 or 3? Months. Wearing one of the older monstrosities for a year?? Noooooooo...!
Have I told you I'm glad you're here with us?
Don't know about brightest but clever enough to know when to hold'em, when to fold'em and when to leg it like you stole fire from the gods. Also, being rather good with the gift of gab (I'm a much better speaker than I am a writer) helped tremendously, defusing or obfuscating otherwise rather nasty situations. Dumb luck doesn't hurt either.
Glad to be here! That I'm not quadriplegic is a testament to something, but I'll never say what!
When I was 11-12 years of age, I got to borrow the snowmobile (called 'skoter' in swedish, pronounced like 'scooter', leading to all kinds of confusion) on my own. An old, heavy machine made for work, not play.
So I set off into the sparse fjellbirch-wood and upon the 'kalfjäll' (the area above the treeline), it not being too cold (-15C?) and clear weather. Time pass, I'm having a ball feeling the Big Man, and it starts getting dark (meaning it was about 1430PM) and head for the cabin.
And drive straight off a jutting overhang -invisible from my angle of approach, it blended into the surrounding terrain. Falling about 400 meters in my imagination (4 meters) and landing softly in the snow, I realise when the initial shock dies down that my leg is trapped under 250kilos of snowmobile.
To this day, I don't know why I didn't panic. Remember, I was 11-12 and this was before mobile phones. Using a spare bottle of pre-blended fuel (back then you couldn't buy preblended two-stroke petrol), you learned the exact proportions for each individual enginge) I used the fuel to dissolve the ice-hard snow where I couldn't reach to dig, and got free eventually.
Digging around the machine, I managed to right it (no way was I ever going to right it by force!), dry the sparkplug, and get it going.
Didn't tell mom about that until I was in my 40s. :) I may be poor, but I'd never switch all those ...things... that just sort-of happened, for money or fame.
Happy New Year!
(Then we have the time when I had to carry a burning TV-set through an apartment...)
I am the 70th comment. So close, yet so far.
She looks like she's pondered the placement of a navel piercing and finding it inadequate, is fixing to pull a shiv from under her bangles...
Off the cuff, that sounds like a function question, not a form question. Of course, those two are often the same thing, but a language that lacks the ability to clearly or easily express an idea seems to be lacking in function, no?
Again though, that seems like a question of functionality, not aesthetics, of a language. German is not a terribly pretty language to most people, but functionally the ability to just smash together word and concepts to make new ones is pretty functional.
I think you will find that definition is not quite what other people mean when they compare form and function. I rather thought you were using a definition that conflated the two concepts, which is why I put in aesthetics there.