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February 27 2017

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fencehopping:

Melting aluminum with an electromagnet.

I’m laughing it starts like a magical girl transformation and then it just goes splort

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Zum Abschluss eine gute Faustregel: Wenn Sie eine Methode für Ihr Kind in Erwägung ziehen, sollten Sie zuerst darüber nachdenken, ob Sie diese auch bei Ihren besten Freunden anwenden würden. Wenn die Antwort ein Nein ist, dann ist es wahrscheinlich auch eine schlechte Idee, diese Methode bei Ihrem Kind einzusetzen. Es sei denn, Sie gehören zu dem Teil der Erwachsenen, die noch nicht erkannt haben, dass Kinder echte Menschen sind.
— Jesper Juul. Auszeit ohne Wegsperren 
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Act my age? What the fuck is that, “act my age”? What do I care how old I am? The Ocean is old as fuck. It will still drown your ass with vigor.
— the greatest thing i have ever read (via satanicspacecat)
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blue-jupiter:

This pretty much sums me up

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Artist Ray Bartkus wanted to incorporate Lithuania’s Šešupė River into a captivating work of art, so he intentionally painted his mural upside-down. While the designs of the mural may appear quite ordinary at first glance, the real magic happens when viewers first notice the display’s river reflection. When reflected in the river’s dark waters, the painted figures seem to come to life, interacting with the water itself.  (via My Modern Met
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“This actually did happen to a real person, and the real person was me. I had gone to catch a train. This was April 1976, in Cambridge, U.K. I was a bit early for the train. I’d gotten the time of the train wrong.
I went to get myself a newspaper to do the crossword, and a cup of coffee and a packet of cookies. I went and sat at a table.
I want you to picture the scene. It’s very important that you get this very clear in your mind.
Here’s the table, newspaper, cup of coffee, packet of cookies. There’s a guy sitting opposite me, perfectly ordinary-looking guy wearing a business suit, carrying a briefcase.
It didn’t look like he was going to do anything weird. What he did was this: he suddenly leaned across, picked up the packet of cookies, tore it open, took one out, and ate it.
Now this, I have to say, is the sort of thing the British are very bad at dealing with. There’s nothing in our background, upbringing, or education that teaches you how to deal with someone who in broad daylight has just stolen your cookies.
You know what would happen if this had been South Central Los Angeles. There would have very quickly been gunfire, helicopters coming in, CNN, you know… But in the end, I did what any red-blooded Englishman would do: I ignored it. And I stared at the newspaper, took a sip of coffee, tried to do a clue in the newspaper, couldn’t do anything, and thought, what am I going to do?
In the end I thought, nothing for it, I’ll just have to go for it, and I tried very hard not to notice the fact that the packet was already mysteriously opened. I took out a cookie for myself. I thought, that settled him. But it hadn’t because a moment or two later he did it again. He took another cookie.
Having not mentioned it the first time, it was somehow even harder to raise the subject the second time around. “Excuse me, I couldn’t help but notice …” I mean, it doesn’t really work.
We went through the whole packet like this. When I say the whole packet, I mean there were only about eight cookies, but it felt like a lifetime. He took one, I took one, he took one, I took one. Finally, when we got to the end, he stood up and walked away.
Well, we exchanged meaningful looks, then he walked away, and I breathed a sigh of relief and sat back. A moment or two later the train was coming in, so I tossed back the rest of my coffee, stood up, picked up the newspaper, and underneath the newspaper were my cookies.
The thing I like particularly about this story is the sensation that somewhere in England there has been wandering around for the last quarter-century a perfectly ordinary guy who’s had the same exact story, only he doesn’t have the punch line.”
— Douglas Adams
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February 26 2017

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February 25 2017

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coltre:

I took this picture in the atrium of the National Gallery of Modern Art, Rome.

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