Joan Manuel Madera Baez
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The Silent Scream
Nobody can hear a scream in the vacuum of space, or so they say… Four years of Maruchan’s instant ramen noodles followed by six years of premeditated, high-intensity interval depression, and self-denigration buttressed by decades of neglecting an amalgamation of mental illnesses, and a few gray hairs later, you find yourself drifting in -wait for it- the vacuum of space with nothing but an umbilical cable, a couple minutes of oxygen, and your life decisions.
By Joan Manuel Madera Baez2 years ago in Fiction
Take a Seat
A prevailing conviction exists that reducing the carbon-footprint of an individual can substantially mitigate the effects of climate forcing emissions. And while it may hold merit if worldwide adoption of these behaviors were achieved, it fundamentally disregards the reticent mind of individuals and the commanding forces that inform decisions. I would like to challenge this belief and present what I think is a more effective way to save our oceans.
By Joan Manuel Madera Baez3 years ago in Earth
An Odyssey of the Heart
Most days you’ll find me debugging lines of code on my computer. The noise of incoming data from an optical spectrometer needs to be filtered to reduce signal attenuation and ensure its quality. Said data is disassembled by Fourier and assembled into a matrix by the algorithm, which proceeds to extract the index of a star’s Hydrogen-alpha line, defined by the trough of a spectral footprint… In other words, the speed of a star can be calculated relative to your reference frame by comparing the intensity of light it emits at different wavelengths. This works because hydrogen is the most common element in the universe; so, it works on stars, planets, comets, and… objects.
By Joan Manuel Madera Baez3 years ago in Futurism
Created at Your Whim
“Here you go!” A white porcelain mug was gently placed on the polyurethane-coated walnut surface. They must’ve stared at the blank digital page since the time of order, absentmindedly listening to a playlist dubbed ‘Study Music’, in hopes that inspiration would guide their hand. Alas, they managed to divert their gaze to meet the waitress’s eyes. Their face turned an entire thirty degrees, in two dimensions, to settle their social obligation. Ostensibly satisfied, the waitress returned a light smile and continued making rounds across the room. Their fish-eyed gaze hovered momentarily before converging on the saturated steam emanating off the mug.
By Joan Manuel Madera Baez3 years ago in Futurism