2. #college life

  3. castlestark:

    I can’t wait until our generation becomes teachers that actually know how to make a video full screen and get the god damn cursor out of the way

    (via poptartaddict)

  4. #no worries #by the time we're teachers #there'll be so much new technology #that our students will still have to show us how to use it

  5. think-progress:

    ICYMI: Obamacare enrollment hit 8 million.

    We went ahead and updated Fox News’s chart.

  6. #obamacare #ha burn #fox news

  8. #mean girls #I mean she is a less than stellar mother #but she has a point there #it's better to be drinking in a safe environment

  9. (Source: unpopulaur, via carriemp)

  10. #the mindy project #pretty much #I need someone to tell me these things

  12. #I like this game better than the original #and you learn chemistry #win win #even though I'm not in chem anymore... #chemistry #it's not as easy as it looks at first glance #because the unstable elements disappear #fun though #super fun

  13. humansofnewyork:

    "I do social work, focusing on young families. Basically I play and dance with babies."

  14. #I want this job

  15. yourneighborhoodcannibal:



    This is my favorite post of all time.

    (Source: angelsofft, via charliesdragon)


  16. the-final-sentence:


    March 6 - Gabriel García Márquez

    Bio:  Born on March 6, 1928, writer Gabriel García Márquez grew up listening to family tales. After college, he became a journalist. His work introduced readers to magical realism, which combines fact and fantasy. His novels Cien años de soledad (One Hundred Years of Solitude) and El amor en los tiempos del cólera (Love in the Time of Cholera) have drawn worldwide audiences. He won a Nobel Prize in 1982. [2]


    • The highly political Marquez has long been a friend of Cuban president Fidel Castro. [3]
    • He claims that he wrote the book “One Hundred Years of Solitude” barricaded in his study in Mexico, after receiving a vision. One day, while he and his wife and children were in their car driving to Acapulco, he saw that he “had to tell [his] story the way his grandmother used to tell hers, and that [he] was to start from that afternoon in which a father took his child to discover ice.” He made an abrupt U-turn on the highway, the car never made it to Acapulco, and he locked himself in his study. Fifteen months later, he emerged with the manuscript, only to meet his wife holding a stack of bills. They traded papers, and she put the manuscript in the mail to his publisher. [4]
    • He has a yellow rose or tulip on his writing desk each day. [5]
    • When he was diagnosed with lymphatic cancer, he gamely declared to the world that the disease was an “enormous stroke of luck” because it finally forced him to write his memoirs. [6]

    Final sentences:

    ‘Forever,’ he said.

    from Love in the Time of Cholera (translated by Edith Grossman)

    [He stumbled on the last step, but he got up at once. “He even took care to brush off the dirt that was stuck to his guts,” my Aunt Wene told me.] Then he went into his house through the back door that had been open since six and fell on his face in the kitchen.

    from Chronicle of a Death Foretold

    [And she, with a sad smile—which was already a smile of surrender to the impossible, the unreachable—said: “Yet you won’t remember anything during the day.” And she put her hands back over the lamp, her features darkened by a bitter cloud.] “You’re the only man who doesn’t remember anything of what he’s dreamed after he wakes up.

    from Eyes of a Blue Dog (short story)

    Only then did she understand that three thousand years had passed since the day she had had a desire to eat the first orange.

    from Eva is Inside Her Cat (short story)

    Before reaching the final line, however, he had already understood that he would never leave that room, for it was foreseen that the city of mirrors (or mirages) would be wiped out by the wind and exiled from the memory of men at the precise moment when Aureliano Babilonia would finish deciphering the parchments, and that everything written on them was unrepeatable since time immemorial and forever more, because races condemned to one hundred years of solitude did not have a second opportunity on earth.

    from One Hundred Years of Solitude

    Sources: 1, 2, 3, 4, 5, 6

    RIP Gabriel García Márquez

  17. #gabriel garcia marquez #:(

  18. smithsonianmag:

    In This Community of Brazilian Cave Insects, Females Wear the Penises, Literally

    A genus of insect that inhabits caves in eastern Brazil has reversed sex organs, say scientists

    By Helen Thompson

    In the caves of eastern Brazil, there lives a group of winged insects that mate in a way that will blow your mind.

    Read more at Smithsonian.com.


  19. smartereveryday:

    THIS IS A BUTTERFLY! (Scanning Electron Microscope) - Part 2 - Smarter Every Day 105

    This is one of my favorite timelapses that I’ve ever made. It’s a Morpho butterfly wing that I applied Isopropanol to.  The Isopropanol neutralizes the nano-structure photo-mechanism in the wing, turning it the color of the wing itself.  When the alcohol dries, it turns back into its irradiant blue color.  SOOO awesome!

    (Source: physicynicism, via aculturedcitizen)

  20. #science #biology #butterfly #so pretty

  21. Kind, sober, and fully dressed. Good news, everyone! We found the name of Santiago’s sex tape.

    (Source: maisiewilliams, via b-reads-books)

  22. #brooklyn nine nine #amy santiago #I love this show

  23. smithsonianmag:

    Photo of the Day: Blue Car in Havana

    Photography by Giancarlo Bisone (Franklin Lakes, New Jersey); Havana, Cuba


  24. erikkwakkel:

    Remarkable premodern bookmarks

    These images show unusual bookmarks from medieval and early-modern times. They are made of stuff that was simply laying around: a leaf from a tree (now hardened), a pin used for fixing clothes, and a piece of straw picked up from the ground. I love these bookmarks for two reasons. One is that they are showing how practical readers half a millennium ago were. Need a little something to mark where you stopped reading? Just stretch out your arm and grab something - as we would today. The other reason why I love it when I encounter things like this in premodern books is the sheer contrast the make-shift bookmarks create: precious old books are not supposed to be filled with pieces of plant and metal! And yet they are. Even more so, while they are perhaps alien objects to our modern eyes, they have become historical: a dried leaf has turned into an object that needs to be catalogued simply because it is found stuck in between 500-year-old pages. Lucky bookmark.

    Pics: the leaf I encountered in an incunable in Zutphen’s chained library called De Librije (pic my own); the pin I saw in a document kept in Maastricht, Regional Archives, Collection 18.A Box 834 (pic my own); the straw is from Auckland Libraries, MS G. 185 (pic from this blog).

    (via libraryofalexandria)

  25. #history #books #reading

  26. durkin62:

    We still haven’t even gotten past the 19th century yet around here. 

    (Source: cartoonpolitics, via dcmldcml)

  27. #evolution #global warming