To breed condors in captivity, we must pull on the strings of nature. But does that matter if we save a species?
"FEELS" HAS BEEN A LEGIT TERM SINCE AT LEAST 1782:
— The Duchess, by Amanda Foreman.
Georgiana, Duchess of Devonshire, really wrote a real letter to her mother complaining about the feels in 1782.
I love everything.
There’s also the 1917 letter to Winston Churchill, with the first recorded instance of OMG, which can be read in full here.
From colonial cartographers to digital depictions, the continent is being sold short, says Think Africa Press
Ciampino airport car park, just across from where we dropped off the rental car we took to Pisa yesterday.
Today we are in Rome! It’s been a busy day featuring bubbles, scaffolding, the Palatine Hill, Peruvian folk groups, a marching bagpipe band complete with kilts for that authentic Italian flavour and poking around the public transport system, but these are the most important photos I took along the way. They may be the most important photos of my life.
what do you call this color gradient?
black to the fuchsia
oh my god
The Schmidt Sting Pain Index rates the painfulness of 78 Hymenoptera species, using the honey bee as a reference point. However, the question of how sting painfulness varies depending on body location remains unanswered. This study rated the painfulness of honey bee stings over 25 body locations in one subject (the author). Pain was rated on a 1–10 scale, relative to an internal standard, the forearm. In the single subject, pain ratings were consistent over three repetitions. Sting location was a significant predictor of the pain rating in a linear model (p < 0.0001, DF = 25, 94, F = 27.4). The three least painful locations were the skull, middle toe tip, and upper arm (all scoring a 2.3). The three most painful locations were the nostril, upper lip, and penis shaft (9.0, 8.7, and 7.3, respectively). This study provides an index of how the painfulness of a honey bee sting varies depending on body location.
I think a diagnosis of mental illness, if I had thought about it then, would have been dangerous—a threat to my entire personality. I’d learned to be funny in high school by accident, after years of being an outsider in school with few friends. Suddenly, I could make people laugh, and they liked me.
Humor had the side benefit of being a wonderful tool to deflect people when they got too close or too personal. The thought that my sometimes offbeat sense of humor could be interpreted as a sign or symptom of a person with mental illness—well, that was a non-starter.
And God help anyone who would, knowing I was treated for a mental illness, ask me if I was “off my meds.” (If you’re not taking a personal interest in the anti-inflammatory cream my podiatrist prescribed for the bone spur in my foot, or the nasal spray my allergist gave me, you probably shouldn’t be asking me—or anybody—about how well they’re keeping up with their psych meds.)
But either way, that wasn’t going to happen. No way. I wasn’t “sick”, and I had nothing to talk about.
How do you do a shadow for such an awful person, so entirely content with being a murderer of all things?
I think, deep down, Adachi was just a petulant child who had the sick belief that he deserved everything he wanted. This is the end result of my attempt to display that.
Probably the shadow that took the longest to complete. And what a way to end it, I guess, as this is the last Persona 4 Shadow! What will I do from here on? Hm… I wonder. First things first I’m going to be taking a short break. But when I come back, I think I should have something for you.
Maybe I’ll do those Personas…