We are closely watching this fascinating research:
As announced in January, for our collaboration with UCL GIFT-Surg, we are looking for a brilliant research associate to work on modelling the Sonic Womb.
Here is the job description: http://www.gift-surg.ac.uk/new-research-collaboration-develop-next-generation-neonatal-incubators/
We are delighted to announce that we are collaborating with GIFT-Surg at UCL on our research to increase our understanding of the role of sound in-utero in order to create the next generation of neonatal incubators:
This is incredibly exciting for Sonic Womb as the GIFT-Surg project, which aims to push a major development in fetal surgery through better in utero imaging and surgical tools, spans an incredible array of disciplines and technologies which Sonic Womb will be able to draw on, from modelling (the main initial focus of our collaboration), to robotics, via 3D printing (of organ mimicking tissues), smart glasses and more.
We will also be contributing an updated Sonic Womb immersive experience to GIFT-Surg’s public engagement strategy… coming to you before the end of 2017 in London!
Our very own Julian Henriques was a guest on BBC Radio London Listed Londoner. He talks about the sounds of the Notting Hill Carnival and shares his favourite London haunts:
Philippe Mercure, the science reporter of Canada’s La Presse wrote this great article about us yesterday. Thank you Philippe!
To celebrate the success of our first presentation of the Sonic Womb Orrb at the Brain Forum two weeks ago, Julian, Eric and I booked at Dans Le Noir, a restaurant in Clerkenwell where you are served dinner in a pitch black dining room. We wanted to experience what it was like to switch off the sense of sight. Would our hearing become somehow acutely heightened?
We were welcomed in an ante room and bar, and asked to select our menu (vegetarian, non vegetarian or “surprise”) and drinks. Then we were led to a corridor to wait for our blind guide to take us into the dining room. Our guide was the dynamic Fabio, from Palermo. He asked one of us to place our hand on his back, and the others to follow in the same way in a mini conga line as he took us into the darkest environment I have ever encountered. Not a single flicker of light for your eyes to latch onto. The noise of the other diners and their conversations was strangely unhelpful as a means of orientation to the size and shape of the room.
As we sat down, it took me some time for an overwhelming feeling of claustrophobia to subside. The aggressive cacophony of diners around us gave rise to an irrational fear of being trapped in the dark forever. As I strained my voice to be heard above the noise level, it sounded to me as if it were disembodied. The three of us found ourselves seeking the reassurance of touch by linking our hands together across the table. After a while, and the distraction of the first dish being brought to the table, the habituation to the new environment set in.
If one had to decide which sense takes over from sight in this environment it would definitely be touch, not hearing. Trying to put food inside your mouth you find that using your fingers enhances the taste, as it helps define what the ingredient is. Simple ingredients are easily identified: orange zest, chocolate, strawberries. But any mixed ingredients become impossible to figure out, and indeed we know that food and drink are predominantly identified by smell and sight, not taste.
The most enjoyable part of the evening was at the end of the meal, when we remained the last table of diners, the noise of others having disappeared, and the waiters and waitresses started clearing up. Surrounded only now by the light sound of clatter and our own conversation it starting feeling more like the sound of one’s own home.