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archiemcphee:

When thinking about cuddly animals, frogs generally aren’t the first creatures that spring to mind. That has officially been changed thanks to macro photographer Nicolas Reusens‘ awesome photo of a snuggling pair of tree frogs relaxing together on a branch in a Costa Rican rainforest.
This is some seriously potent cuteness. Between the serene smile on the face of the left-hand frog, contentedly resting its head on its tucked hands, and the protective right-hand frog, gently resting its hand on its friend’s head, while keeping watch for the both of them, we’re about ready to go hug someone too. 
[via Telegraph.co.uk]

SNUGGLING TREE FROGS, Y’ALL

archiemcphee:

When thinking about cuddly animals, frogs generally aren’t the first creatures that spring to mind. That has officially been changed thanks to macro photographer Nicolas Reusens‘ awesome photo of a snuggling pair of tree frogs relaxing together on a branch in a Costa Rican rainforest.

This is some seriously potent cuteness. Between the serene smile on the face of the left-hand frog, contentedly resting its head on its tucked hands, and the protective right-hand frog, gently resting its hand on its friend’s head, while keeping watch for the both of them, we’re about ready to go hug someone too. 

[via Telegraph.co.uk]

SNUGGLING TREE FROGS, Y’ALL

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jdickerson:

From The Autobiography:

My list of virtues contain’d at first but twelve; but a Quaker friend having kindly informed me that I was generally thought proud; that my pride show’d itself frequently in conversation; that I was not content with being in the right when discussing any point, but was overbearing, and rather insolent, of which he convinc’d me by mentioning several instances; I determined endeavouring to cure myself, if I could, of this vice or folly among the rest, and I added Humility to my list giving an extensive meaning to the word.

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Funny thing is, I know a few Quakers who could use this (F)friendly reminder.

Farewell, little airplane providing my connecting flight into Richmond! I do feel I owe you a personal goodbye, given that we were together so inordinately long, there on the swampy tarmac, because the entire stinking terminal had to be evacuated, which, yes, I did worry, briefly, if it was personal (e.g., the entire city’s recoiling in anticipation of my likely fearsome Morning Breath), but that’s because I’m a tad sleep-deprived, and nothing would make sense even if this little airport hadn’t just made national news, and fuck all, y’all, where can a girl A) brush her buckies and B) get some COFFEE?

Farewell, little airplane providing my connecting flight into Richmond! I do feel I owe you a personal goodbye, given that we were together so inordinately long, there on the swampy tarmac, because the entire stinking terminal had to be evacuated, which, yes, I did worry, briefly, if it was personal (e.g., the entire city’s recoiling in anticipation of my likely fearsome Morning Breath), but that’s because I’m a tad sleep-deprived, and nothing would make sense even if this little airport hadn’t just made national news, and fuck all, y’all, where can a girl A) brush her buckies and B) get some COFFEE?

As if to illustrate the Powell’s slogan on this sticker (“I got lost in the City of Books”) — almost left this in the PDX loo. 

(Haha, it’s as if I were ambivalent about leaving. Haha.Sob.)

As if to illustrate the Powell’s slogan on this sticker (“I got lost in the City of Books”) — almost left this in the PDX loo.

(Haha, it’s as if I were ambivalent about leaving. Haha.Sob.)

Okay, Portland. Okay.

(BRB…)

Okay, Portland. Okay.

(BRB…)

…i have no regrets… but i recall many things, like discovering, some time after i’d broken the sex barrier as a land surveyor, that while i’d been hired at $2/hour, the guys started out at $4/hour. it turns out that life isn’t fair, but we’ve outlasted lots of things, and have moved society forward despite [its] focus on the genitalia people arrive with, and we’ll continue to do so.

- My mother, in our exchange regarding Phyllis Richman’s (stop everything and read it now) Op-Ed, Answering Harvard’s question about my personal life, 52 years later.

Flying back to Virginia to begin the arduous process of tying up myriad loose ends, I send this postcard to myself as a reminder that despite every force in the universe that may seek to encase my feet in cement once I am there, it’s important that I come back… here.

Flying back to Virginia to begin the arduous process of tying up myriad loose ends, I send this postcard to myself as a reminder that despite every force in the universe that may seek to encase my feet in cement once I am there, it’s important that I come back… here.

Jun 5
Backatcha, Dad. Right. Back. Atcha.

Backatcha, Dad. Right. Back. Atcha.

Jun 5
redcloud:

ikenbot:

Orion Nebula in Oxygen, Hydrogen, and Sulfur

The above image shows the nebula in three colors specifically emitted by hydrogen, oxygen, and sulfur gas. The whole Orion Nebula cloud complex, which includes the Horsehead Nebula, will slowly disperse over the next 100,000 years. — César Blanco González


ARB Orion

Reblogged for my Hunny Bunny, who is sort of a fanboy when it comes  to all things Orion.

redcloud:

ikenbot:

Orion Nebula in Oxygen, Hydrogen, and Sulfur

The above image shows the nebula in three colors specifically emitted by hydrogen, oxygen, and sulfur gas. The whole Orion Nebula cloud complex, which includes the Horsehead Nebula, will slowly disperse over the next 100,000 years. — César Blanco González

ARB Orion

Reblogged for my Hunny Bunny, who is sort of a fanboy when it comes  to all things Orion.

(Source: kenobi-wan-obi)

Jun 5

Reasons besides money I haven’t met with almost any of my friends (from any sphere of my life) the entire time I’ve been here thus far

  • Unlike in 2010, this is not a “visit.” Rather, I am in the process (admittedly, an extraordinarily challenging one) of moving here so if you are also in the Pacific Northwest by the time I can afford to go out  (and if, by then, you still wish to do so), oh yes, you will most certainly be seeing me.
  • On any given day, at least five different major aspects of my situation are drastically changed from whenever I might last have reported, so I find it less confusing and stressful to simply wait for a bit of that obfuscating dust to settle before I am meeting with anyone and saying “oh yes, so I/we will be doing this” because right now, it could go so many different ways, and it’s all rather disorienting.
  • I am enjoying the hell out of being alone for the first time in decades, which makes me sound like kind of an asshole but there it is.

Jun 5

The voters are moving left, while the state governments are lurching right. The only safe prediction is that after 150 years of being largely ignored in national elections, the South is about to become the most fiercely contested, and unpredictable, political battleground in America.

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http://prospect.org/article/end-solid-south (via hillbillyplease)

JUST in time for me to change my voter registration to Oregon ***stares at toes***

Jun 4
Oh Powells, I thought I loved you.
(LOLjk, I still love you.)

Oh Powells, I thought I loved you.

(LOLjk, I still love you.)

Jun 4

This Must Be the Place (Naive Melody)
Talking Heads

literaryjukebox:

One moment of unconditional love can invalidate an entire lifetime of uncertainty and doubt.

Rachel Naomi Remen in Kitchen Table Wisdom

Song: “This Must Be The Place (Naive Melody)” by Talking Heads

iTunes :: Amazon :: Back to Brain Pickings

‘Home/ is where I want to be/ but I guess I’m already there…’

Jun 3

I Got A Man
Positive K

LOL you guys did I ever tell you about my ex who would belt out this song only instead of I got a man she’d sing it as I shot a man HAHA good times LOLsob *ahem* I’ve said too much

squibble:

Positive K - I Got A Man

ARE YOU A CHEF?? CUZ YOU KEEP FEEDING ME SOUP!!

Jun 3

Slipped
The National

And here, if you have not already heard it, is Slipped, from The National’s (brilliant) latest, with lyrics that seem, as always, custom-ordered to address my own murky consciousness:

I’m in the city you hated (…)

Is it weird to be back in the south?
And can they even tell
That the city girl was ever there
Or anywhere? (…)

I keep coming back here where everything
slipped

ETA: I could not begin to estimate the hours I’ve already spent crying my guts out to this, only to immediately hit ‘replay.’ The struck nerves and notes are, here, largely interchangeable.