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Notebook Clipping

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when Kodak was forced to separate Kodachrome film sales and processing in the USA in 1954, and the original Kodachrome patents had expired, Kodak disclosed the processing scheme and reagents, and independent laboratories took over Kodachrome processing.

clone, initially for the Kodachrome K11 process, later, as Kodachrome
II and X were introduced with K12 processing, Dynachrome issued its own
successor process named SK91 and a 25 ASA film, which was sold in
Germany as Turachrome-2, Kranz Color C16, and as the mail-order films
offered by department stores as Neckermann Brilliant, Reporter Color,
Unichrome, as well as Gratispool (GB), Tower Color, Mirachrome,
Canachrome etc. (US), as described by the German photo historian Gert
Koshofer in his book about color photography (1981). In a permanence
test published in 1994 by the same author, Kranz Color and Ilfachrome
(another Kodachrome clone from Ilford) slides from 1961 had virtually
unchanged colors.

Dynachrome 64 was manufactured by Ferrania with Agfacolor technology.
In 1970, Dynacolor stopped production of Kodachrome-clone film.

What Data Does

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Data is a result, often taken as a feature to be interpreted. To be considered a test of hypothesis, a confirmation or challenge to theory. But does data mean science? Does the set of numbers mangled by freshmen in econ classes across this world, does that process mean they are engaged in science? No. The science they are doing is at most “statistics” but since they do that so badly, applying it to anything at hand, means that they don’t do it well enough to be credible science. Our universities mill out useless scientists, schooled until they have fooled themselves into behaving as though there was knowledge. Fooled us into believing them, following them into bubble land. Pop, pop, pop, our tiny toys, our tiny Ray Guns, popping all around us.Quick, someone count the bubbles, analyze the pops. Perhaps they are quadlinear. Perhaps ghastly transforms. Perhaps not.

Numbers don’t mean, they rarely render. Numbers never count, they rarely matter. Numbers is an easy game, but don’t remember. Numbers don’t reason. Numbers aren’t science.