Wednesday, July 30, 2014
#theeconomist #correction #cocainevsbeargallbladders #sorry

#theeconomist #correction #cocainevsbeargallbladders #sorry

Monday, July 28, 2014
Grabbing a picture of my #corduroy suit + new vest to show a friend. #imstylin

Grabbing a picture of my #corduroy suit + new vest to show a friend. #imstylin

Saturday, July 26, 2014





This website is like a suicide hotline but with text chat instead.  I would appreciate it if you guys helped spread the word.

Guys, seriously. Signal boost. I needed this the other night, and a few weeks ago I was talking with someone who needed it. This is the best freaking thing ever. 


I am so glad I found this. I hate calling hotlines. this is perfect, everyone must know.

Thursday, July 24, 2014
Physics for dogs. #books #dogs #themostimportantbookeverwritten

Physics for dogs. #books #dogs #themostimportantbookeverwritten

You have this one life. How do you wanna spend it? Apologizing? Regretting? Questioning? Hating yourself? Dieting? Running after people who don’t see you? Be brave. Believe in yourself. Do what feels good. Take risks. You have this one life. Make yourself proud. (via moaka)

(Source: anna-learns-to-love-herself)

Wednesday, July 23, 2014

Anonymous said: WHY ARE YOU SINGLE


because i didn’t forward that chain email letter in 2004




Evening Post: August 12, 1899.
"She immediately alighted, caught hold of the astonished youth, and gave him a sound thrashing, using her fists in a scientific fashion…”

I would love to know what this means.

I think that might be code for “punched him in the balls with devastating accuracy”.


(This reminds me of Kate Beaton’s comic...)


being a 21+ year old in a fandom full of preteens and teens image


a little girl who grows up thinking all doors are automatic but actually she’s haunted by a really polite ghost

Tuesday, July 22, 2014



The ship hate mentality still baffles me though. Like what do people even think when they’re writing the message?


I mean, what?

I have a gif for this occasion that will explain it all perfectly…


At Harvard he imagined himself a Goth coming into Rom. “He intellectually looted the place,” a classmate says. He routinely took six courses for credit—the requirement was five—and audited four more. Nor were they easy courses. He was majoring in chemistry, but a typical year might include four semesters of chemistry, two of French literature, two of mathematics, one of philosophy and three of physics, these only the courses credited. He read on his own as well, studied languages, found occasional weekends for sailing the 27-foot sloop his father had given him or for all-night hikes with friends, wrote short stories and poetry when the spirit moved him but generally shied from extracurricular activities and groups. Nor did he date; he was still unformed enough to brave no more than worshiping older women from afar. He judged later that “although I liked to work, I spread myself very thin and got by with murder.” The murder he got by with resulted in a transcript solid with A’s sprinkled with B’s; he graduated summa cum laude in three years.

There is something frantic in all this grinding, however disguised in traditional Harvard languor. Oppenheimer had not yet found himself—is that more difficult for Americans than Europeans like Szilard or Teller, who seem all of a piece from their earliest days?—and would not manage to do so at Harvard.

Richard Rhodes, “The Making of the Atomic Bomb”

ok there’s loads more good stuff on Oppenheimer and his feelings of revulsion for nothing yet being his, but I’m a giant dork and posting this because it makes me think of Newton Geiszler.

(less with the hiking [tho maybe he did fish] and more with the punk bands and instrument/music tinkering and radical protests… the fic that insinuated he attended protests only to meet women offended me tremendously)

I cannot shake the firm conviction that a primary reason for Newton’s six doctorates — with secondary and not unimportant reasons such as, his borderline or outright mania, his obvious genius and vast swath of interest and ability — was that nothing truly seized him, nothing truly excited his passions, his deepest interest, the extent of his ravenous mind.

(in contrast to Hermann who I tend to think did [tho for all that he can engage Newton’s intellect and match him, is probably less brilliant] if with a few variable but related passions, be it space-flight-engineering-mathematics, and perhaps also had less freedom for any aimless searching)

He found himself in the kaiju, in this tremendous unmapped monstrous field, and threw himself thusly into their study — and sure there’s that childhood fascination resulting in an ambivalence, but ugh, just, so much more, too, that I’m not sure I have the words and sufficiently Newt-rooted perspective to articulate to the degree that it deserves.

(of course worth noting that for all his passion and excited intellect he nonetheless chooses to not only study but study to defeat them he isn’t an activity or groupie or sympathizer or worshiper, and while some of it may be that that was the best place from which to have access… ke ai xiao rockstar hero is also what i’m saying mmk)