9th of May 2012
4th of May 2012
Someday, when I am a professor, I will have fancy pants bike parts.
pretties.
Superbe nature morte réalisée par le photographe Kenyon Manchego pour le Bicycle Store
- Selles Brooks x Heritage Paris “Patines”
- Lunettes Waiting for the Sun x Heritage Paris
- Pignons piste Victoire Cycles
- Poignées cuir Brooks Slender
- Sonnette Crane Bell Suzu
- Pédales MKS Sylvan Stream
- Crème d’entretien pour selle en cuir Brooks
- Trousse à outils - Brooks D-Shaped
3rd of May 2012
“For the last 500 years, the locals of Nongriat in Meghalaya, India have grown several hundred bridges across the region’s numerous water channels, using just the roots of local ribber trees. Some of the bridges extend over 100 feet in length and are strong enough to support more than 50 people at a time.”
(via wilwheaton)
30th of April 2012
“This photo shows the south-facing slope of Prutas Peak (7,851 ft or 2,393 m) in Montenegro, carpeted here with emerald green alpine grasses and plants. Prutas overlooks the Todorov Do Valley and is one of the prominent pinnacles of the Durmitor Massif of southeastern Europe. The vertical markings are layers of sedimentary material. The original horizontal strata, laid down over the eons, were folded into a nearly vertical position. More recently (about 20,000 - 12,000 years ago), the Durmitor Mountains were shaped by glaciers. At the base of the summit, runoff over the surface rock has formed alluvial fans. Note the remnant patches of winter snow clinging to the more sheltered creases of the rock face. Durmitor National Park was established in 1952 and inscribed on the UNESCO World Heritage List in 1980. Photo taken on May 7, 2008.”
(via Geological Society of America)
3rd of April 2012
Lovely :)
(via scientificillustration)
18th of March 2012
(Source: jamespoynton, via atheism-)
13th of March 2012
I took a printmaking class with a guy named John once. If I ever find out if or where he is selling his art, I will fill my house with it. I’d also like to add that this talented sonofabitch still kind of owes me a keytar.
Grandpa Antal
Sneak peek at the start of a series (need to learn to stop starting and start finishing…) of grandfather portraits. What with both my parents getting remarried, the grandparents I never knew, and the next-door neighbors I considered my grandparents, I’ve got a lot of old folks and a lot of fertile emotional territory to dig around in.
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You want a physicist to speak at your funeral. You want the physicist to talk to your grieving family about the conservation of energy, so they will understand that your energy has not died. You want the physicist to remind your sobbing mother about the first law of thermodynamics; that no energy gets created in the universe, and none is destroyed. You want your mother to know that all your energy, every vibration, every Btu of heat, every wave of every particle that was her beloved child remains with her in this world. You want the physicist to tell your weeping father that amid energies of the cosmos, you gave as good as you got.
And at one point you’d hope that the physicist would step down from the pulpit and walk to your brokenhearted spouse there in the pew and tell him that all the photons that ever bounced off your face, all the particles whose paths were interrupted by your smile, by the touch of your hair, hundreds of trillions of particles, have raced off like children, their ways forever changed by you. And as your widow rocks in the arms of a loving family, may the physicist let her know that all the photons that bounced from you were gathered in the particle detectors that are her eyes, that those photons created within her constellations of electromagnetically charged neurons whose energy will go on forever.
And the physicist will remind the congregation of how much of all our energy is given off as heat. There may be a few fanning themselves with their programs as he says it. And he will tell them that the warmth that flowed through you in life is still here, still part of all that we are, even as we who mourn continue the heat of our own lives.
And you’ll want the physicist to explain to those who loved you that they need not have faith; indeed, they should not have faith. Let them know that they can measure, that scientists have measured precisely the conservation of energy and found it accurate, verifiable and consistent across space and time. You can hope your family will examine the evidence and satisfy themselves that the science is sound and that they’ll be comforted to know your energy’s still around. According to the law of the conservation of energy, not a bit of you is gone; you’re just less orderly. Amen.
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12th of March 2012
I want this job when I grow up.
(via atheism-)
29th of February 2012
Only my mother knows how much I listened to The Monkees as a kid. Good grief, I can’t believe Davy Jones is gone :(
