Skip to main content

floating bed from amsterdam

No, it's true. The slab that is seen levitating is actually a bed. Floating 40 cm high, unsupported, this bed is the first of its kind - which looks like Trek stuff but if not the ultra-geek thing, it is based on the basic principles of a magnet - that opposite poles attract & similar poles repel. With sets of repelling magnets built on the floors and into the bed, it is capable of holding up to 900 kg. This means it could be used as dining table or a sofa, too.

To sleep on this bed, it looks as though sleepers are required to remove bracelets, chains, earrings, piercings, ATM cards and similar magnetic items before going to bed. But the story is not so. Magnetic fields are greatly reduced at the top - so no worrying about erased data on your cards, says the creator.

Comments

Prabs said…
whether you sleep on floating bed or bed which is supported by legs..ultimate thing is that you fall asleep and deram.
so just to fall asleep ....why do we need floating bed!! disgusting !!!
Rishikesh said…
Aeolus, perhaps this post is realted to the thing on which we sleep; and not the sleep itself, you Kumbhe!

Popular posts from this blog

pan-himalayan railroad

Chinese press is flooding with the news of China’s newest engineering feat – the completion of a railroad linking Lhasa (Tibet) with Eastern China. The country is celebrating this key achievement while the western press is once again applauding in awe and giving out mixed speculations. For example, this photo story contains some lines: “There are fears the railway will speed up the immigration of ethnic Chinese into Tibet, threatening its distinct cultural and religious identity.” “Tibetan groups and foreign critics say the railway’s real aim is political, as a symbol of China’s administrative and military control over a contested border region.” “...............................................” “..............................” All I can say about such statements is that leading people from China will undoubtedly laugh down these types of comments made by western media companies. This task in itself is a great combination of hard work, intellect and brotherhood, which in itself is a s...

the most boring page on the internet

Some people are born boring; others like John Ingram, thrust boredom upon the rest of the world. And so as we tread upon the gargantuan bog called the Internet, we slip and wonder: why? Why did John Ingram create a site that has nothing but just 413 (exactly) words of text? Why did he create a site that has no meaning, no reason to exist, and no way to earn him even a cent, forget a fortune? But it takes all kinds, and Ingram is one of those. He is rational in his thought, grammatically correct in his writing (although) for some reason he hates capital letters), and has enough reasons to keep the world’s most boring site alive at all times since its “founding” in 1996. Is that why his site has now been translated into 12 languages including Finnish, French, Swedish, Norwegian, and, hold your breath, ladies and gentleman, Pig Latin? World War II is obviously history since here we have a German as well as a Hebrew translation sitting right next to each other. The site, Ingram informs us...

abort, retry, ignore poem

The infamous Abort, Retry, Ignore message box of Windows, with no option given to close it. Found this classic and fun poem about the "Abort, Retry, Ignore" message. I have been able to trace back the source to Annoyances.org. Here it is: Once upon a midnight dreary, fingers cramped and vision bleary, System manuals piled high and wasted paper on the floor, Longing for the warmth of bed sheets, still I sat there doing spreadsheets. Having reached the bottom line I took a floppy from the drawer, I then invoked the SAVE command and waited for the disk to store, Only this and nothing more. Deep into the monitor peering, long I sat there wond'ring, fearing,
 Doubting, while the disk kept churning, turning yet to churn some more.
 But the silence was unbroken, and the stillness gave no token.
 "Save!" I said, "You cursed mother! Save my data from before!"
 One thing did the phosphors answer, only this and nothing more,
 Just, "Abort...