{"id":286139,"date":"2026-05-29T08:45:59","date_gmt":"2026-05-29T13:45:59","guid":{"rendered":"https:\/\/mathewingram.com\/work\/?p=286139"},"modified":"2026-05-29T08:46:06","modified_gmt":"2026-05-29T13:46:06","slug":"italian-photographer-made-a-pinhole-camera-out-of-pasta","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/mathewingram.com\/work\/2026\/05\/29\/italian-photographer-made-a-pinhole-camera-out-of-pasta\/","title":{"rendered":"Italian photographer made a pinhole camera out of pasta"},"content":{"rendered":"\n
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Berlin-based Italian photographer Paride Ambrogi recently combined two of his loves, photography and pasta, in a brilliant, possibly tasty way. Ambrogi made the Ravihole Camera, a working pinhole camera made entirely from fresh pasta dough. Ambrogi made the Ravihole as part of a workshop on fresh-filled pasta in Hamburg, Germany. Alongside the pasta workshop, Ambrogi and his fellow Italian friends who live in Berlin installed a small exhibition dedicated to pasta culture, where Ambrogi brought the Ravihole to share. Ambrogi admits his initial idea for the exhibition was to take black-and-white photos of a friend during the Christmas holidays while making pizzoccheri, a traditional pasta from Valtellina in northern Italy. However, Ambrogi and his friend \u201cdrank too many glasses of wine,\u201d and it never happened. So after returning to Berlin after the holidays, Ambrogi had to come up with another idea. (via PetaPixel<\/a>)<\/p>\n\n\n\n

A New York firefighter came back to life after 10 years in a coma-like state<\/h2>\n\n\n\n
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On the morning of December 29, 1995, the roof of a building in which Donald Herbert was fighting a fire collapsed, pinning him down and starving his brain of oxygen for over six minutes. He was rescued from the collapsed structure, but suffered cardiac arrest and was taken to a hospital where he lapsed into a coma. A year later, he regained consciousness for the first time but had speech and vision problems and could not eat or walk without help. Herbert could barely remember anything and he had no longer recognized his relatives and friends. He remained in a minimally conscious state for over nine years until, on April 30, 2005, he awoke and asked where his wife was. He was then able to speak to his friends and family for over 14 continuous hours. He asked how old he was, and how long he had been gone, expressing surprise when he learned that he had been unresponsive for almost ten years. (via Wikipedia<\/a>)<\/p>\n\n\n\n

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For 300 years Yemen controlled the global coffee market until Holland stole some plants<\/h2>\n\n\n\n
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Yemen once held the entire world\u2019s coffee supply. For roughly three centuries, no other country grew coffee commercially and no other port exported it. Rulers of the time reportedly punished anyone caught smuggling live coffee plants out of the country. Before export, green beans were often roasted or boiled to prevent germination elsewhere. For roughly two centuries, the strategy held. Every cup of coffee drunk in the Islamic world, in Persia and eventually in Europe had passed through the Port of al-Maka (Mocha) in Yemen. The monopoly ended when Dutch traders obtained live coffee plants in 1616, bringing them first to Amsterdam\u2019s botanical gardens and then to Ceylon and Java. By the 18th century, coffee was growing across Latin America and Asia. Yemen\u2019s exclusive position collapsed \u2014 not because its coffee declined in quality, but because the world had learned to grow the crop elsewhere. (via Hamdan Coffee<\/a>)<\/p>\n\n\n\n

Hi everyone! Mathew Ingram here. I am able to continue writing this newsletter in part because of your financial help and support, which you can do either <\/em>through my Patreon<\/em><\/a> or by upgrading your subscription to a monthly contribution. I enjoy gathering all of these links and sharing them with you, but it does take time, and your support makes it possible for me to do that. I also write a weekly newsletter of technology analysis called <\/em>The Torment Nexus<\/em><\/a>.<\/em><\/p>\n\n\n\n

For centuries the Cagot community were seen as the Untouchables of France<\/h2>\n\n\n\n
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Going around to the side of the Saint-Martin de Moustey, a visitor might find, beneath one of the stained-glass windows, an unremarkable arched doorway, bricked up centuries ago and painted over. It sits beside a yard overgrown with stinging nettle and creeping buttercup, but its former status as an entrance of sorts is still clear. It was a separate entrance for a hated and despised minority who dwelled in Moustey, as well as throughout the rest of the Landes region and into the Basque country of Spain. They were known as the Cagots. Spurned and reviled, when the Cagots came to Mass at Saint-Martin they were required to enter into the church through this distant entryway and to worship in a segregated section of the sanctuary. No marker of race, ethnicity, or religion differentiated them; aside from their inherited designation of Cagot, they were indistinguishable from the French and Spanish among whom they lived. (via JSTOR Daily<\/a>)<\/p>\n\n\n\n

The youngest mother on record is a Peruvian girl who had a child when she was five<\/h2>\n\n\n\n
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In 1939, a man from a small village in the Andes carried his five-year-old daughter Lina into a hospital and indicated to the doctors there that the shamans in his village had been unable to cure the large tumor that was developing in her abdomen. Dr. G\u00e9rado Lozada was told by Lina\u2019s father that she had been having regular periods since age three, but they had stopped about 7 1\/2 months prior. He listened to the young girl\u2019s abdomen with a stethoscope, and heard a tiny second heartbeat. An X-Ray was also performed, and to the doctors\u2019 astonishment, five-year-old Lina Medina was about seven months pregnant. The case of Lina Medina has often been alleged to be a hoax, but the story has been confirmed many times over the years by physicians in Peru and in the U.S. Sufficient evidence was gathered that there is little room for doubt, including photos, X-Rays, biopsies, and thorough documentation by a number of doctors. (via Damn Interesting<\/a>)<\/p>\n\n\n\n

His free kick in a soccer game in 1997 defied the laws of physics<\/h2>\n\n\n\n
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Acknowledgements<\/strong><\/em>: I find a lot of these links myself, but I also get some from other places that I rely on as “serendipity engines,” such as <\/em>The Morning News<\/em><\/a> from Rosecrans Baldwin and Andrew Womack, Jodi Ettenberg’s <\/em>Curious About Everything<\/em><\/a>, Dan Lewis’s <\/em>Now I Know<\/em><\/a>, Robert Cottrell and Caroline Crampton’s <\/em>The Browser<\/em><\/a>, Clive Thompson’s <\/em>Linkfest<\/em><\/a> and <\/em>Why Is This Interesting<\/em><\/a> by Noah Brier and Colin Nagy<\/em>. If you come across something you think should be included here, feel free to email me at mathew @ mathewingram dot com<\/em><\/p>\n

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Berlin-based Italian photographer Paride Ambrogi recently combined two of his loves, photography and pasta, in a brilliant, possibly tasty way. Ambrogi made the Ravihole Camera, a working pinhole camera made entirely from fresh pasta dough. Ambrogi made the Ravihole as part of a workshop on fresh-filled pasta in Hamburg, Germany. Alongside the pasta workshop, Ambrogi and his … <\/p>\n

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