Everything Must Go was analog?!
I did not know that
I did not know that
Seed oil on a canvas is oxidising. That is oil paint, and it is why the Rembrandt is still there.
Seed oil on a pile of rags is oxidising. That is why the shed burns down without anybody striking a match.
Seed oil pressed into a floor is oxidising. That is linoleum, and the name is literally linseed oil.
Seed oil in varnish, putty and printing ink is oxidising. That is the entire reason anybody ever bought it.
Four industrial applications, all of them chosen because the substance hardens on contact with air and will not stop.
Then somebody put it in a bottle and walked it over to the food aisle.
Seed oil in the pan at 180 degrees is oxidising. You would expect that.
Seed oil in the same pan tomorrow is oxidising into yesterday's oxidation. Layers.
Seed oil in a sealed bottle in a dark cupboard is oxidising. Nothing is happening to it. That is the point.
Seed oil under the shop lights is oxidising before you have paid for it. You are buying a partly finished reaction.
Seed oil in a nitrogen-flushed drum with TBHQ stirred in expressly to stop this is oxidising. They tried. It went anyway.
Nothing has to happen to it. Linoleic acid has two double bonds, alpha-linolenic has three, and every one leaves a hydrogen held so loosely that oxygen takes it at room temperature and starts a chain reaction that feeds itself. One goes, then it goes for its neighbour, like a bloke in a pub.
So the obvious next step for a material like that is to build a human being out of it.
Seed oil in your cell membranes is oxidising. Forty trillion cells, each one held in by a double sheet of floor covering.
Seed oil in your mitochondria is oxidising. Those are the bits handling oxygen all day, which seems like an unfortunate posting.
Seed oil in your brain is oxidising. Sixty per cent fat by dry weight, held at 37 degrees, taking a fifth of your oxygen. A warm dark cupboard with a permanent air supply and no best-before date.
Linoleic acid has a half-life in human tissue of about two years, so the bottle you bought in 2024 is still in the building, doing what it does on canvases, floors and sheds, only slower and inside you.
American body fat was about nine per cent linoleic acid a century ago. It is now around twenty-one.
They rewrote the tissue composition of an entire population using a drying oil, and got a thank you card from the heart charity for it.
A fortune was spent on dark glass, nitrogen and synthetic antioxidants to hold this stuff stable for a four hundred mile lorry journey.
Nobody has ever mentioned what holds it stable for forty years inside a person.
Meanwhile butter came out of an Irish peat bog after two thousand years and was still butter, because saturated fat has no double bonds and there is nothing there for oxygen to get hold of.
That one is the dangerous one.
That one you want to keep an eye on.
Why didn't the skeleton cross the road?
No guts
A Russian woman returns from her vacation on the Black Sea.
She opens her suitcase and it is absolutely stuffed with one ruble notes.
"What's this?" her husband asks
"Well while I was there I decided to do a little prostituting."
"My god," said the husband, "I myself would not give you more than one ruble!"
"Neither did they."
A Russian woman returns from her vacation on the Black Sea.
She opens her suitcase and it is absolutely stuffed with one ruble notes.
"What's this?" her husband asks
"Well while I was there I decided to do a little prostituting."
"My god," said the husband, "I myself would not give you more than one ruble!"
"Neither did they."
A gorilla walks into a bar and orders a beer.
"That'll be $12.50."
The gorilla pays and sits quietly sipping his beer.
The bartender can't contain his curiosity and he asks, "Say, we don't get many gorillas in here..."
The gorilla looks up and says, "At these prices I'm not surprised."
I saw this crane working around the corner from me. When I heard the KABOOM just now, I see it was just the front. Boom snapped in half. No injuries.
Shredding on Kid Charlemagne
Sorry for the external platform, but this brief cover lowered my pulse by 10 beats, so sweet...
Cool story about Bard
Her documentary might be good!