1. archiemcphee:

    These awesome photos, in which rolling waves appear to be both perfectly frozen in time and miraculously made solid, are the work of French photographer Pierre Carreau.

    Carreau “shoots waves with a variety of high speed cameras using various macro and wide angle lenses, capturing water shapes that appear more sculptural than liquid.”

    Visit his Pierre Carreau’s website to view many more examples of his amazing work. He also offers prints of some of his images via Clic Gallery.

    [via Colossal]

  2. marcovicci:

    people with extroverted traits can have depression? people with extroverted traits can be writers? people with extroverted traits can enjoy reading? people with extroverted traits do not exist solely for you to slam with your classist (and usually misogynist, and often racist) stereotypes of shrieking california beach bunnies and jock hunks? in fact, people with extroverted traits can have introverted traits, and the distinction is not as clear as you think it is? you are literally recreating the dichotomy of GOTHS VS PREPS that you acted out on neopets when you were eleven years old because you can’t let go of your US VS THEM mentality? stop it?

  3. creepturtle:

    whenever i do something really dangerous or stupid and get away with it i always feel bad b/c there might be an alternate universe where i’m in the hospital regretting my life choices

  4. odditiesoflife:

    Grand Prismatic Spring

    Located in Yellowstone National Park, Wyoming, the Grand Prismatic Spring is the largest natural hot spring found in the US. The spring has a scalding temperature of 160 °F (70 °C), a total depth of 160 feet and a diameter of 300 feet. The vivid, rainbow colors in the spring are the result of pigmented bacteria in the microbial mats that grow around the edges of the mineral-rich water.

  5. doglets:

    actually all of my systems are nervous

  6. teachingliteracy:

    Geogami 4-piece suit for bed by Dutch Snurk is a bedding set printed with 3D origami artwork on both sides.

  7. mr-derp-herpin:

    blua:

    What the city is missing: Thierry Cohen photographs cityscapes and then photographs deserts at night, combing the two to show us what our cities would look like with the lights off. The stars are not enhanced, they are actual photos from relative latitudes that would expose the same starry sky view if it weren’t for light pollution. Click on each photo to see which city it is.

    Light pollution and pollution in general

  8. solarbird:

    theannieplanet:

    im laughing so hard

    also this is important

  9. fucktheory:

Roots
(click)
I’ve read a good amount over the years.  
Once you’ve read a certain amount of material in the same vein or genre, it becomes harder and harder for that type of writing to surprise you, to shock you, to grab you by the neck and reorganize every idea in your head.  There’s nothing wrong with that - it’s just how the mind works.  This is equally true whether the material you’re reading is an endless series of romance or detective novels, or an endless series of academic essays in queer theory.  You learn to appreciate craftsmanship; you might enjoy a particularly well-turned phrase; certain ideas stick with you.  But that shock, that jolt that can happen when you first discover something - that tends to fade.  
Given this inevitable consequences of habit on the workings of the mind, Eve Sedgwick’s work holds a special place in my heart for two reasons.  The first and, frankly, more banal reason is that I read Between Men and The Epistemology of the Closet in quick succession right before I went off to university, and each of those books separately and together changed my thinking permanently.  
Between Men introduced me to the idea - surprising to me at the time - that homophobia and violence against homosexuals is closely linked with and related to misogyny and violence against women.  This was the first time I’d encountered the idea that the political investments of feminists and gay men might align in important ways; it was also the first time I’d encountered the idea of Foucauldian power - the notion that different oppressions and different identities might be organized in different ways by the same kind of structures or the same kind of socio-political pressure.  Between Men, in other words, teaches its reader the danger in distinguishing unilaterally between closely-related phenomena.
The Epistemology of the Closet, meanwhile, worked in some ways to undo the lessons of Between Men; by generating a set of conceptual and critical tools for what she called anti-homophobic inquiry, Sedgwick not only played a key role in teaching me the value of strategic alliance but also the important of careful and rigorous distinction, the ways in which the presumption of identity and alliance can hide crucial linkages between forms of power, discourse, and oppression.  The Epistemology of the Closet, in other words, teaches its reader the danger in unifying without reflection closely-related but fundamentally distinct phenomena.
That these two books complement rather than contradict each other is a testament to the brilliant refinement of Sedgwick’s mind, her concepts, and her intellectual project.  Each of Sedgwick’s books takes risks, goes in unexpected directions, creates infinite possibilities at every turn.  She was never afraid to change, to dare, to revise, and to me, that bravery - that self-reflexivity - is the most important mark of a true and committed critical thinker.  There are many smart and insightful critics; there are far fewer brave critics, and in this regard, Sedgwick stood head and shoulders above the vast majority of her contemporaries.  
But for me, the most incredible aspect of Sedgwick’s work as I sit and write about it today isn’t how brave it was in its day - that part is impressive, but boldness isn’t necessarily a testament for the ages.  What’s incredible about these books, today, is that they haven’t lost a single iota of their ability to jolt, to excite, to inspire, and to challenge me.  Gender Trouble, Of Grammatology, Ecrits…so many of the books that used to shock and awe me as an undergraduate have largely lost their effect.  Many of them I’ve had to reject entirely.  But Sedgwick never gets old, or dull, or predictable.  Even the essays I’ve read 5-6 times still have the power to surprise and illuminate.  
A key part of Sedgwick’s enduring appeal, to me, is how prescient she was; like most truly great thinkers, Sedgwick was light years ahead of the curve.  Where so much ’90s queer theory is rapidly become quaint and even naive, the full implications of Sedgwick’s ideas are just beginning to unfold.  So yes, yes to this article.  We need Sedgwick’s insights and wisdom.  We need them now more than ever.  If you’re interested in the topics I write about, in the way I approach them, or in the kind of concepts I generate, you need to go read Eve Kosofsky Sedgwick’s work.  

    fucktheory:

    Roots

    (click)

    I’ve read a good amount over the years.  

    Once you’ve read a certain amount of material in the same vein or genre, it becomes harder and harder for that type of writing to surprise you, to shock you, to grab you by the neck and reorganize every idea in your head.  There’s nothing wrong with that - it’s just how the mind works.  This is equally true whether the material you’re reading is an endless series of romance or detective novels, or an endless series of academic essays in queer theory.  You learn to appreciate craftsmanship; you might enjoy a particularly well-turned phrase; certain ideas stick with you.  But that shock, that jolt that can happen when you first discover something - that tends to fade.  

    Given this inevitable consequences of habit on the workings of the mind, Eve Sedgwick’s work holds a special place in my heart for two reasons.  The first and, frankly, more banal reason is that I read Between Men and The Epistemology of the Closet in quick succession right before I went off to university, and each of those books separately and together changed my thinking permanently.  

    Between Men introduced me to the idea - surprising to me at the time - that homophobia and violence against homosexuals is closely linked with and related to misogyny and violence against women.  This was the first time I’d encountered the idea that the political investments of feminists and gay men might align in important ways; it was also the first time I’d encountered the idea of Foucauldian power - the notion that different oppressions and different identities might be organized in different ways by the same kind of structures or the same kind of socio-political pressure.  Between Men, in other words, teaches its reader the danger in distinguishing unilaterally between closely-related phenomena.

    The Epistemology of the Closet, meanwhile, worked in some ways to undo the lessons of Between Men; by generating a set of conceptual and critical tools for what she called anti-homophobic inquiry, Sedgwick not only played a key role in teaching me the value of strategic alliance but also the important of careful and rigorous distinction, the ways in which the presumption of identity and alliance can hide crucial linkages between forms of power, discourse, and oppression.  The Epistemology of the Closet, in other words, teaches its reader the danger in unifying without reflection closely-related but fundamentally distinct phenomena.

    That these two books complement rather than contradict each other is a testament to the brilliant refinement of Sedgwick’s mind, her concepts, and her intellectual project.  Each of Sedgwick’s books takes risks, goes in unexpected directions, creates infinite possibilities at every turn.  She was never afraid to change, to dare, to revise, and to me, that bravery - that self-reflexivity - is the most important mark of a true and committed critical thinker.  There are many smart and insightful critics; there are far fewer brave critics, and in this regard, Sedgwick stood head and shoulders above the vast majority of her contemporaries.  

    But for me, the most incredible aspect of Sedgwick’s work as I sit and write about it today isn’t how brave it was in its day - that part is impressive, but boldness isn’t necessarily a testament for the ages.  What’s incredible about these books, today, is that they haven’t lost a single iota of their ability to jolt, to excite, to inspire, and to challenge me.  Gender Trouble, Of Grammatology, Ecrits…so many of the books that used to shock and awe me as an undergraduate have largely lost their effect.  Many of them I’ve had to reject entirely.  But Sedgwick never gets old, or dull, or predictable.  Even the essays I’ve read 5-6 times still have the power to surprise and illuminate.  

    A key part of Sedgwick’s enduring appeal, to me, is how prescient she was; like most truly great thinkers, Sedgwick was light years ahead of the curve.  Where so much ’90s queer theory is rapidly become quaint and even naive, the full implications of Sedgwick’s ideas are just beginning to unfold.  So yes, yes to this article.  We need Sedgwick’s insights and wisdom.  We need them now more than ever.  If you’re interested in the topics I write about, in the way I approach them, or in the kind of concepts I generate, you need to go read Eve Kosofsky Sedgwick’s work.  

  10. fat-birds:

    mumblingsage:

    snarkeet:

    billiondollarbooty:

    jeffreymann:

    White Blue Peacock

    This bird is a crossbreed between blue and white peacocks. The result is one spectacular creature. 

    wow, I haven’t seen such a dramatic display of genetic mosaicism before.

    It’s a Shiny Pokemon.

    There are two kinds of people.

    this needed to be on this blog because of reasons

  11. Oh Fuck Me, The Sun’s Coming Up Again: An Autobiographical Invective

  12. inothernews:

    • oh man, that previous post right there fulfills your “man, i read some stupid-ass shit on the internet” quota for the rest of the fiscal year.

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Canadrien: A terrible pun from western Canada, formerly in eastern Canada, and now in Ottawa.

Grad student doing things and stuff with video games and English.

Was raised by the internet. Drinks too much coffee. Writes fiction and essays.

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