Needs one more square on the right-hand side saying “YES”.
Needs one more square on the right-hand side saying “YES”.
Coconut Earhart Pizza Crab
Thankfully I’m avoiding most noisy university-sophomore politics in my content, whenever it pops up I quickly prune it out of my content feed.
Currently, the four main subjects on my watch history are particle physics, cosmology, Gobekli Tepe (and everything related to those ancient Taş Tepeler people), Sumerian cuneiform writing (courtesy of the extraordinary Professor Irving Finkle).
But to keep things on topic, I regularly have to block suggested channels and videos that start straying towards clickbait controversy, “Is Science Dying?” and “The Image NASA Doesn’t Want You To See!”, that sort of bullshit.
The goddamned algorithm, and those that feed it, it’s mindlessly relentless constant mechanism, and I hate it, but there is so much treasure among the brushes and poison ivy one has to keep on hacking at, with the proverbial digital machete. There is so much legit gold in there.
But make it the Montemayor one, Part 1 being from the Japanese perspective, taking us along for a wild ride inside the fog of war.
The level of quality narrative is nothing short of outstanding.
MGM just sitting there on the sidelines smiling quietly, gently scratching the head of a purring “2001”.
Then all-depression humor all the time isn’t humor anymore, you know? It’s just… depression.
Starring… a de-aged Brad Douriff, in the role of a lifetime!
Meanwhile, Ignacio over there, aka Nacho:
What am I to you, chopped liver, güey? Cabrón…
Also the owner of the cheese shop, the finest in this manor, squire. So clean… certainly uncontaminated by cheese.
Can any mere man wield such ferocious, blinding power?
A terrifyingly, beautiful thing to behold. But only just a glance.
I’m scared, feel like… like an Upper Neolithic man witnessing Nikolai Tesla inside his Faraday cage, as the bright blue electric current crackles and arches all around him.
Go home, evolution, you’re drunk… or tripping balls on a heroic dose, sounds more like it.
The red chair of death… to the lumbar region.
Hold it right there, buddy, what’s the matter, didn’t you read the sign at the entrance of this instance? It clearly says CAT, not CATSssss…
also bOtH pArTiEs ArE tHe SaMe I hAvE aN iNfOrMeD oPiNiOn!
The thought of Quark Stars have fascinated me ever since I first read about them, about maybe fifteen years ago, a supernova remnant that is dense enough to overcome neutron degeneracy pressure, not dense enough to become a singularity.
The Cosmic Microwave Background was emitted when the Universe was around 370,000 years old, the oldest light in the Universe but the way space expands and accelerates, the distance at which the photons we detect now were emitted and when they reach us, is all distorted and crazily stretched. If you want to visualize how light moves as slow as a snail in the grand scheme of things, look no further.
Neutrinos, as far as we know the closest a particle with mass approaches zero, to the infinitesimal point that it’s thought it doesn’t derive its’ mass from the Higgs Field. Then there’s the as-yet elusive Cosmic Neutrino Background, emitted when the Universe was less than a second old.
When I was a kid, our family’s portable stereo had a bunch of weird radio bands on it, by which I mean anything other than AM and FM, the edges of some shortwave bands picked up the radio chatter of local fishermen here and there.
One time a friend and I stumbled into one of these conversations, the engine of some boat had stalled, my friend plugged in the headphones into the microphone jack and started to talk with the guy on the other end.
Of course he wasn’t, but his improv and timing was impeccable, it really did seem like the setup was working as a transmitter also.
Decades later, I still clearly remember the way my friend mimicked an adult and technical conversation to a tee, promising to the stranded fishermen that backup was on the way… into the right earcup of a set of headphones.
It could be broken down into a couple of further categories somewhere in the middle:
EDIT: on further thought, there’s another one in between those two.
Where probes have orbited - Mercury, Venus, Moon, Mars, Jupiter, Saturn.
Wouldn’t it be a lovely sight to see these social media companies paint themselves into a corner with their shiny, flashy new tech, mindlessly thrust out into the world, not because of any true functionality (as of yet) but because “new!”
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