we need some new and more powerful swears
voldemort’s nipples
no. rejected. im clawing at my computer screen trying to get through the web to destroy you
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we need some new and more powerful swears
voldemort’s nipples
no. rejected. im clawing at my computer screen trying to get through the web to destroy you
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everyone who rags on nickelback now went hard to them back in middle school and is just trying to cover it up
Kanye West getting deep on twitter
SOLID.
this is why I love this man.
Okay, if you don’t love Kanye, I question you and will forever until you learn.
I’ve never had a man ask me straight up if it was okay to use the word “bitch” even endearingly.
Not once.
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This song is ruining my life
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Pruney fingers: A gripping story
Mark Changizi brings you this lesson from TED Ed all about pruney fingers. Why do we have such an odd anatomical adaptation? Is it simple swelling of wet skin, like a rehydrated sponge?
Well, that doesn’t make much sense, because we know that people with nerve damage in their hands don’t get pruney fingers. So there’s some sort of active process going on.
The current theory says that our pruney fingers are like rain treads on tires, channeling water away and helping us grip in wet conditions.
Mark Changizi should know. He wrote a paper all about this wrinkly research!
Tweenbots by Kacie Kinzer:
Given their extreme vulnerability, the vastness of city space, the dangers posed by traffic, suspicion of terrorism, and the possibility that no one would be interested in helping a lost little robot, I initially conceived the Tweenbots as disposable creatures which were more likely to struggle and die in the city than to reach their destination. Because I built them with minimal technology, I had no way of tracking the Tweenbot’s progress, and so I set out on the first test with a video camera hidden in my purse. I placed the Tweenbot down on the sidewalk, and walked far enough away that I would not be observed as the Tweenbot––a smiling 10-inch tall cardboard missionary––bumped along towards his inevitable fate.
The results were unexpected. Over the course of the following months, throughout numerous missions, the Tweenbots were successful in rolling from their start point to their far-away destination assisted only by strangers. Every time the robot got caught under a park bench, ground futilely against a curb, or became trapped in a pothole, some passerby would always rescue it and send it toward its goal. Never once was a Tweenbot lost or damaged. Often, people would ignore the instructions to aim the Tweenbot in the “right” direction, if that direction meant sending the robot into a perilous situation. One man turned the robot back in the direction from which it had just come, saying out loud to the Tweenbot, “You can’t go that way, it’s toward the road.”
The Tweenbot’s unexpected presence in the city created an unfolding narrative that spoke not simply to the vastness of city space and to the journey of a human-assisted robot, but also to the power of a simple technological object to create a complex network powered by human intelligence and asynchronous interactions. But of more interest to me, was the fact that this ad-hoc crowdsourcing was driven primarily by human empathy for an anthropomorphized object. The journey the Tweenbots take each time they are released in the city becomes a story of people’s willingness to engage with a creature that mirrors human characteristics of vulnerability, of being lost, and of having intention without the means of achieving its goal alone. As each encounter with a helpful pedestrian takes the robot one step closer to attaining it’s destination, the significance of our random discoveries and individual actions accumulates into a story about a vast space made small by an even smaller robot.
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the inside of your butt is warm enough to hardboil an egg
oh no I’m not falling for this one again
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The monkeylike face of a goby fish peers out from the center of a coral labyrinth. The fish depends on the coral for its home, and, in turn, often cleans smothering algae from the coral. This image was accepted into the Art of Science 2013 competition at Princeton University.
Photo: Chhaya Werner, Princeton Univ. Art of Science Competition
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24-Year-Old Receives Sage Counsel From Venerable 27-Year-Old | Full Report
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Tulip Fields in Holland