A sea of vinyl
Bushes and Bracken - Mark Drake Briscoe
Makes sense, promise the physicists,
Piling on more and more dark matter
Like in a Lou Reed song. Please please
Please, peels the oblongata.
What the fuck with everything.”
— Dean Young - Bells poem (via awigit)
Holy crap, this is so funny. Also NSFW. If you’re an H.P. Lovecraft fan you should probably spend the next ten minutes watching this…
The most horrifying sex education ever!
This stunning image of a lightning strike over Kuwait was captured last December by an astronaut aboard the International Space Station (ISS) and released today (March 24) by NASA’s Earth Observatory. The ISS recently installed a new instrument to help study the physics and composition of such bolts in detail on a daily basis.
Lightning bolts flash across Earth’s atmosphere as often as 50 times per second, which adds up to about 4.3 million times a day and 1.5 billion times a year, NASA officials wrote in an image description. Some of those strikes emit gamma radiation — a type of radiation more commonly associated with exploding stars and nuclear fusion — in bursts known as terrestrial gamma-ray flashes (TGFs). The scientists will use the new lightning imagery and data from the ISS to try to understand what triggers lightning during storms in general, and what causes these rarer bursts of TGFs.
Solar Halo by César Cantú
Halo is an optical phenomenon produced by ice crystals creating colored or white arcs and spots in the sky.
Many are near the sun or moon but others are elsewhere and even in the opposite part of the sky. They can also form around artificial lights in very cold weather when ice crystals called diamond dust are floating in the nearby air.
2621 by peter holme
Morning Campers, Hi-De-Hi - lol Blast from the past.
Have a great day, TY to new followers xx Joanne
Proust so titillates my own desire for expression that I can hardly set out the sentence. Oh, if I could write like that! I cry. And at the moment such is the astonishing vibration and saturation and intensification that he procures–there is something sexual in it–that I feel I can write like that, and seize my pen and then I can’t write like that. Scarcely anyone so stimulates the nerves of language in me: it becomes an obsession.”
— Virginia Woolf in a letter to Roger Fry, 6 May 1922 (via vwvw)