This was supposed to be a photoset about Utena and Anthy being in love but it turned into a bunch of shots of them holding hands
They hold hands A LOT
Amadis' blog-type-thing, detailing her endless struggle between creativity and laziness T^T
Then there’s the Glowing Plant Team, creating genetically modified plants that bioluminesce without uv lights, slated to start shipping in 2014…zeowynda
Australian company Bioconst has released a line of genetically modified fluorescent flowers that produce a protein that glow when exposed to a proprietary UV LED
I WANT A GARDEN OF THESE THINGS THEN STRING UP THOSE UV LED LIGHT THINGIES. THEN HAVE FIRE-CIRCLE-NAKED-DANCING -PARTIES BY MOON AND FLOWER POWER LIGHT. GOTTA HAVE SOME FIREFLIES TOO BECAUSE WHY THE FUCK NOT.
THAT IS ALL I WANT.
and, really, deep down inside, isn’t that what we all want?
I NEED THEM FOR MY FADE GARDENholy crap Jowan’s roses EXIST
DAMMIT NOW I’M ALL SAD
After learning my flight was detained 4 hours,
I heard the announcement:
If anyone in the vicinity of gate 4-A understands any Arabic,
Please come to the gate immediately.
Well—one pauses these days. Gate 4-A was my own gate. I went there.
An older woman in full traditional Palestinian dress,
Just like my grandma wore, was crumpled to the floor, wailing loudly.
Help, said the flight service person. Talk to her. What is her
Problem? we told her the flight was going to be four hours late and she
I put my arm around her and spoke to her haltingly.
Shu dow-a, shu- biduck habibti, stani stani schway, min fadlick,
Sho bit se-wee?
The minute she heard any words she knew—however poorly used—
She stopped crying.
She thought our flight had been canceled entirely.
She needed to be in El Paso for some major medical treatment the
Following day. I said no, no, we’re fine, you’ll get there, just late,
Who is picking you up? Let’s call him and tell him.
We called her son and I spoke with him in English.
I told him I would stay with his mother till we got on the plane and
Would ride next to her—Southwest.
She talked to him. Then we called her other sons just for the fun of it.
Then we called my dad and he and she spoke for a while in Arabic and
Found out of course they had ten shared friends.
Then I thought just for the heck of it why not call some Palestinian
Poets I know and let them chat with her. This all took up about 2 hours.
She was laughing a lot by then. Telling about her life. Answering
She had pulled a sack of homemade mamool cookies—little powdered
Sugar crumbly mounds stuffed with dates and nuts—out of her bag—
And was offering them to all the women at the gate.
To my amazement, not a single woman declined one. It was like a
Sacrament. The traveler from Argentina, the traveler from California,
The lovely woman from Laredo—we were all covered with the same
Powdered sugar. And smiling. There are no better cookies.
And then the airline broke out the free beverages from huge coolers—
Non-alcoholic—and the two little girls for our flight, one African
American, one Mexican American—ran around serving us all apple juice
And lemonade and they were covered with powdered sugar too.
And I noticed my new best friend—by now we were holding hands—
Had a potted plant poking out of her bag, some medicinal thing,
With green furry leaves. Such an old country traveling tradition. Always
Carry a plant. Always stay rooted to somewhere.
And I looked around that gate of late and weary ones and thought,
This is the world I want to live in. The shared world.
Not a single person in this gate—once the crying of confusion stopped
—has seemed apprehensive about any other person.
They took the cookies. I wanted to hug all those other women too.
This can still happen anywhere.
Not everything is lost."
Naomi Shihab Nye (b. 1952), “Wandering Around an Albuquerque Airport Terminal.” I think this poem may be making the rounds, this week, but that’s as it should be. (via oliviacirce)
When I lose hope in the world, I remember this poem.
I’m really glad I read that.
Combination of Dagger and Wheellock Pistol
- Dated: circa 1575–1600
- Culture: German
- Place of Origin: possibly Saxony
- Medium: steel, wood
- Measurements: L. 18 15/16 in. (48.1 cm); L. of blade 13 13/16 in. (35.1 cm); L. of blade (without tip) 11 11/16 in. (29.7 cm); L. of quillons 4 1/4 in. (10.8 cm); Cal. .29 in. (7.4 mm); Wt. 1 lb. 11 oz. (765.4 g)
Combination weapons usually were made as technical novelties and showpieces and therefore, often are highly decorated. The finely etched strapwork pattern on this example also is found on the best German firearms, edged weapons, and armor of the late sixteenth century. Before firing this dagger-pistol, the tip of the blade had to be removed, revealing the muzzle of the gun barrel.
I still want to bulk buy these and adonize batch pink.
And it would still get stuck in my hair…
now THIS is what I’m fucking talking about
EDIT: IT FUNCTIONS AS A FUCKING ORANGE PEELER, AND EVEN A LAMP IF YOU HAVE A STRING AND SOME OIL. SERIOUSLY???
JUST IN CASE YOU APPARENTLY NEED AN EMERGENCY ONE FOR RELIGIOUS SERVICES?
Ok, I need this.
Photo: Ferguson, MO. The Now.
"There’s a reason you separate military and the police. One fights the enemies of the state, the other serves and protects the people. When the military becomes both, then the enemies of the state tend to become the people."
– Bill Adama, Battlestar Galactica
And vice versa, apparently.
Someone here on Tumblr stole the picture of my pants and I’m super bloody angry about it.
So I’m uploading it myself now and already contacted the Tumblrsupport because I want to have the fake one deleted.
It hurts so much that the stupid stolen one hit 50k that’s just bullshit and I wanna cry
The next time you wanna upload that s*it of mine you gon’ ask me got it??
So yeah those are the nearly finished pants i painted for my Nisha-cosplay.
Nothing more to say…
here’s my site which is also the source:
I REQUIRE THESE!!! Amazing job, dude. <3