"One of the most fascinating recent areas of research
is known as plasticity, which has shown that some
organisms have the potential to adapt more rapidly
and more radically than was once thought.
Descriptions of plasticity are startling, bringing to mind
the kinds of wild transformations you might expect to find
in comic books and science fiction movies."
— "Do we need a new theory of evolution?,"
The Guardian, June 28, 2022, by Stephen Buranyi
"… an abandoned Norwegian space vessel" is a phrase from
a review of the recent film "Ad Astra."
Related material — Bester's "The Stars My Destination."
Book cover (adapted) —
See also the previous post.
"Meaning fragments" is a phrase from the previous post.
See Wechsler in this journal.
Related material —
"the liberation of the plastic elements."
From the previous post —
"… a single station point for naturalistic representation."
— S. Giedion, introduction to Language of Vision by Gyorgy Kepes
Cf. The Last Station, not The Finland Station.
"Step by step, Kepes follows the liberation of the plastic elements:
lines, planes, and colors, and the creation of a world of forms of our own.
The spatial conception interconnects the meaning fragments and
binds them together just as in another period perspective did when it used
a single station point for naturalistic representation."
— S. Giedion, introduction to Language of Vision by Gyorgy Kepes
"One of the more fortuitous encounters of late-20th-century popular culture —
almost up there with Lennon meets McCartney and Taylor meets Burton —
took place on Labor Day 1965, at Jane Fonda’s Malibu beach house. The
actress was hosting a daylong bash at which her father, Henry’s,
generation mingled uneasily with her Hollywood hippie friends. The Byrds
played in the backyard. A young comedian-turned-film director named Mike
Nichols was approached by an improv comic-turned-itinerant writer named
Buck Henry, who asked how he was doing. Nichols dourly looked around
at all the proto-Summer of Love vibes and said, 'Here, under the shadow
of the great tree, I have found peace.'
Henry immediately recognized a sardonic East Coast kindred spirit trapped
in Lotusland . . . ."
— Ty Burr, Boston Globe staff, January 9, 2020, 10:34 AM
For Hollywood —
For Emily Yahr (see second item above) —
Buck Henry reportedly died yesterday, January 8, 2020.
This journal on that date a year earlier —
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