Can someone from the sciencey side of tumblr please explain this ?
This is called shape memory. It’s made from an alloy of titanium and nickel (I believe it’s called nitinol). It has the ability to “remember” the shape it’s taken.
When cold you can bend it whatever which way, but once you heat it (or in this case put it in what I presume is hot water) it will take the original shape.
And just like that, the Slinky is reborn.
For some reason yesterday I posed this simple question to myself,
“Why do I watch movies?”
Right away I started hammering out a response. As I was fine-tuning it, wondering where it would end up I noticed I was only a few posts away from 10,000, so naturally this seemed like the right place to put it. I’m sure we all have our reasons to enjoy movies, so here’s mine.
My brother saw the original Star Wars movie seven times when he was a kid.
Which always impressed me, not because it was seven times, but because one
movie did that, one movie had made such an impression on him, that the only
thing to do once it was over was to watch it again.
As I got older, he was my best and only source for all things cinema.
When he rented and watched ‘Aliens’ on our parents then-new VCR,
he warned me not to watch because it was too violent.
So naturally I waited until he had forgotten about me,
poked my head in only to witness Lance Henriksen get torn in half.
I’m sure he ignored my screams as I ran upstairs to my room with a smile on his
face and a ‘Told you’ silently flashing in his mind.
This deterred me little from my hunt for the movie that would allow me to
break the family record. For years I’ve sat in the dark, or on couches, chairs,
floors of varying quality and construction, internally hoping that the next
one would be THE one.
Over the years I noticed a divergence.
The amount of movies that my brother and I agreed on began to dwindle.
There was still a mutual appreciation for certain elements, but I found myself
drawn more and more to stories or characters that didn’t win the day,
get the girl, or ride off into the sunset. I began to notice, and admire the
imperfections I saw in myself reflected in the movies I watched.
Where my brother felt safe in his movie choices I felt compelled to push the envelope.
To go beyond the unrealistic shiny false world that Hollywood loves to club us over the
heads with. I entered a world of black and white, independent, b-movie grade, or
sub-titled mystery, blown away by the sheer volume of it all.
I’d love to say that all these forays into the fringes resulted in movie after movie being
added to my personal favourites list, but like a lot of things it was a hit or miss process.
To some movies are simply entertainment, a way to spend an evening with your brain
switched off. Of course I would never dispute the entertainment element completely,
but there was always something appealing to having my brain switched on as the credits rolled.
With the lights coming up I felt that immediate severing of a shared experience with
a character that in most cases didn’t even exist. But here I was with these questions,
concerns, doubts not only about the what I had seen but what it had cracked open inside myself.
I can recall on several occasions laying awake in bed, my mind racing with
replayed scenes or lines delivered with gut-wrenching honesty, wondering why it
resonated with me, why I felt such sympathy or empathy or both.
I think we fall in love with certain art forms because they show us something we see in
ourselves or the world around us. I think we stay in love with those art forms because
as we strive to self identify they run parallel to us changing and evolving as we do.
I’ve never claimed to be an expert on film, just a self-taught fanatic like most of my friends.
I watch movies to escape, to be entertained, and at the same time hopefully gain more
insight into who I am. And no, I haven’t found a movie to break the family record with yet.
That doesn’t mean I won’t keep looking, but I think Motorhead said it best;
“The chase is better than the catch.”
Alec Baldwin’s impression of Tracy Morgan.