Twenty-seven wooden blocks weighing 600 pounds each? That’s no regular game of Jenga—that’s a job for a team of five giant, yet agile, Cat excavators and telehandlers to take on. Just some machines having fun.
Where on Earth is this freaky lava pool? Why do people hate love locks? Is it true that fire ants love the suburbs? And what do the soon-to-be-lost sounds of the industrial age sound like? All your answers are here, in this week’s landscape reads!
Not knowing how to turn a tree into shelter is one of those life skills that I’m ashamed not to have—despite the fact that I’ll probably never need to know. To my delight, a Swedish company has invented a sawmill that makes the process almost foolproof.
You can have your iPhones and iPads and Androids and laptops and smart watches and Google Glass and fitness trackers and wearables. Have it. Take it all away. I only want this magic pancake stacking robot in my life. It’s the only reason we invented technology.
The Hahn HFP160 Firewood Pro Skidsteer Firewood Processor is just one of the many machines designed to turn trees into firewood at maximum speed. These ever-hungry metal monsters are the Four Horseman of the Industrial Apocalypse incarnated.
Machines: They make stuff. Lots of it. Hundreds of millions and billions and hundreds of billions of things over and over again forever. Watching them work is positively hypnotic. And we’ve got the GIFs to prove it.
Ski season and crap tons of snow don’t always coincide with one another in the way resorts would like. That means they have to use the power of machines to manufacture snow. The resort of Zermatt, Switzerland, does that on a polar vortex-like scale, thanks to 1,000 machines pumping out 7 megawatts of power for oodles of artificial fresh powder.
Here’s the thing about chocolate chip cookies: they’re delicious. Here’s another thing: unless you’re a professional baker maestro who bakes a batch everyday and tweaks their cookie recipe after every time to adjust the flavor, it’s going to be hard to come up with the perfect chocolate chip cookie recipe. It’s a numbers game, you just don’t bake enough to figure out exactly what works. Not anymore. Not with this machine. This is perfection.
Splooge, fold, press. Splooge, fold, press. Splooge, fold, press. The machines making Pop-Tarts are so mesmerizing. You just can’t take your eyes off the black magic that is creating addictive processed food. My brain invents its own soundtrack when I see it go on and on and on in the GIF, which was spotted on Reddit. My brain also imagines my mouth at the end of the conveyor belt eating every single Pop-Tart as it falls into my belly. Yum. But gross. But yum.
It’s one thing to build the most useless machine