A sophisticated AI-powered examination of coral reef resistance extrapolated into the future found that there’re about 64,000 square miles of coral reefs on Earth that could still be resisting climate change by 2050.
The common theory states that CO2 emissions create a greenhouse effect which warms the seas which causes coral reefs to bleach or even die, yet there are environments—as GNN has frequently reported—where corals seem to be more resilient.
It would be nice if Earth didn't have to reinvent reefs again, and could keep this version.
to give some entirely bizarre context, nigel farage (extreme cunt) has stepped down from his position as MP for clacton (due to a scandal where he received £5 million from a crypto billionaire that could have been laundered) only to run again so that he can prove people like him. and the only person running against him is count binface. who has been a staple of british politics for many years. and now the british press is forced to interview him seriously while he sits there with his binface.
For context Farage can’t be prosecuted for this while not in office. His tactic is to be re-elected to show he is a man of the people beating all other parties (and therefore laws don’t apply??). Other parties have chosen not to run ostensibly because it lends legitimacy to his stunt but more likely because it is a Reform stronghold and they are unlikely to challenge him anyway.
Except in the hour of need, a binface stepped up.
So either he gets in and is prosecuted, or he loses to a bin.
What are orbicules? This piece of granite comes from the Yilgarn Craton in Western Australia, an ancient piece of continental crust that began forming about 2.7 billion years ago. It’s one of the oldest enduring landmasses on Earth. Orbicules are the unusual ball-shaped, radial clusters of crystals that you can see on this rock. The diversity in the orbicules’ mineral composition and structure indicate that the conditions in the magma changed as they grew.
in re conversations that thankfully seem to be occurring only on other sites, i actually love when the fiction i’m reading uses words i don’t know and have to look up! admittedly it does not happen often, because i am an adult who read a lot as a kid and has since done what is frankly maybe a bit too much education, but please do casually drop words like phalanstery in your book so i have to look it up and then find myself reading wikipedia pages about 19th century socialist utopianism! please do throw around rare plants and birds whose names i don’t know because they’re not native/common anywhere i’ve ever been! then i get to look at pictures of things that i’ve never seen before!
Squids are unique among cephalopods in their tendency to aggregate in shoals for purposes other than mating! Humboldt squid are the most infamous for their pack-like hunting coordination, but these Caribbean reef squid shoal likely for defensive reasons! In complex groupings of mixed age groups and sex, it’s very interesting to watch as they communicate with their skin patterns and postures - often unique across different parts of their bodies facing different neighboring individuals!
Have you ever seen the blue tree monitor (Varanus macraei)? Growing up to 3.6 ft (1.1 m) long, it can be found only on the Indonesian island of Batanta. This arboreal reptile spends most of its life in the trees, using its prehensile tail—which is nearly twice the length of its body—to assist with climbing. Fun fact: This species wasn’t scientifically described until 2001.
Package containing three reusable silicone lids for preserving supermarket hummus, which cost very little and which I honestly don’t give a fig about: we’ve posted your parcel. (we’ve posted your parcel.) your parcel is posted. Your parcel is posted. Your parcel is moving. Tracking number for your parcel. Your parcel is being hand-carried to the depot by a courier named GREG. Your parcel is nestled gently at the DEPOT. Your parcel has been fed and watered and given a comfort break. Your parcel’s overnight nurse is named DILYS. She has twelve years of experience and a qualification. She reports YOUR PARCEL is DOING WELL. YOUR PARCEL HAS LEFT THE BUILDING. YOUR PARCEL HAS LEFT THE BUILDING. Your courier is named MERVYN and he is an AQUARIUS. your parcel is due at 12:13. We apologise. Your parcel is due at 12:17. This is due to MERVYN encountering ROADWORKS. Your parcel is circling. MERVYN is on your street. MERVYN IS HERE. Here is a photo of your feet with the parcel. Your parcel ARRIVED. how did you like MERVYN. Was he okay. Would you use him again. Would you trust Dilys to safeguard the following: a glass case containing a crystal gem / a balloon / a bucket of water. Your parcel was four minutes late. We’ll email you forever now. Do you like this
Package containing fragile and valuable birthday present to myself, anxiously awaited: due date of FUCKOFF Posted NEVER 💅
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The scientific versions of this make me feel very glad that I’m no longer a lab rat, as the life-defining version of this for me was when I was a young lab rat tasked with tracking down an extremely defrosted armadillo from Texas.
When the consignment of armadillo parts - decorously placed upon dry ice, in accordance with the finest scientific principles - was shipped to a young British scientist and summarily lost in transit, it was one of those academic problems. You know what I mean by that. That means: Problems that only happen to academics.
The late armadillo was too late. Despite earnest emails promising that it had arrived a few days before, this was meant in a sort of spiritual sense, and what you might refer to as the “material” aspect of the dead armadillo manifested many days later. This was the subject of some fraught discussions between the ivory tower and the US Navy, who said rather stiffly that they had shipped a dead armadillo in perfectly sensible dead condition to us, and had no idea why the American postal service had interpreted their instructions as “send the dead armadillo on a quirky little road trip and lie about it.”
Intense discussions about the dead armadillo revealed the US Navy had no sense of humour about Schrödinger’s Armadillo (“we sent you a dead armadillo, and have washed our hands of any downstream issues”) as well as their rather uptight announcement that they would not be sending us any more free dead armadillos unless we could prove that WE were not in the habit of carelessly losing them. The implication being that this important military armadillo corpse had been lost entirely because the postal service had received it in a spirit of unbecoming whimsy, and this was the fault of Elodie, lab rat and designated representative of the United States Postal Service. As the military arm of the imperial core are naturally the primary suppliers of high-quality scientifically reliable dead armadillos, this censorious and frankly ungenerous cooling-off was a topic of some consternation.
Elodie, a very young person at the time, who rather fancied the British postdoc who looked so enthralling in riding breeches, was thus tasked with tremulously arguing with the Navy about how grateful we were for everything, but how fresh armadillos were far more academically interesting, while we were on the topic, if they didn’t mind, and if they could spare another one, if we promised not to allow the mail to become whimsical.!
The academically interesting part of the metaphysical armadillo was eventually run to ground significantly after the point at which the dry ice had become academic. The state of the armadillo inside the box at that point was an extremely academic problem. The late armadillo had become so late that it had surpassed biological interest, yet had not quite entered the realm of palaeontological significance. It was, however, a stage of lateness that was officially Too Late. It smelled of an unusual kind of death, simultaneously pork and mouse.
As the most junior of junior lab rats, it fell on me at the time to sneak the box into the medical waste in someone else’s laboratory (as is only honourable.)
however, I did marry the guy I did it for, so all’s well that ends late
The nice thing about playing a small part in @re-dracula ’s upcoming Frankenstein adaptation WHILE doing the dialogue cut is, if I needed to be - say - terrorized by a monster in such a way that did not interrupt the narration, I could - for example - just record my whimpering directly in relation to the other lines. Bespoke terror! Convenient for everyone!
Did you know? The short-beaked echidna (Tachyglossus aculeatus) is a monotreme, meaning it’s one of the few mammals that lays eggs instead of bearing live young. This species lives for an average of 10 years in the wild, and up to 50 years in captivity. Weighing up to 15.4 lbs (7 kg), this spiky critter can be found in parts of Australia, New Guinea, and Tasmania. It feeds on invertebrates like ants and termites.
For all that the 1800s etiquette guides are–obviously–derangedly sexist from a modern perspective? They’re also mindblowing in how casually they will assert things that MODERN DAY CONSERVATIVES would scream and cry and shit their pants about.
“People back then always married young it’s natural!!!” Every single 1800s guide I’ve ever met casually mentions that, of course, you really shouldn’t get married before you’re at least 20, and waiting until 25 is usually better.
Or, like. Okay here’s a long segment:
Just firmly going “it is crazy sexist to blame The Wife for overspending when thirty seconds of asking questions will immediately establish that her husband was outright lying to her about how much money they had. Talk to your wife like a normal person.”
Or–okay, here. A section on being honest and not writing love letters in secret, because that’s usually a good sign that there’s something untoward going on….
….except that he then immediately acknowledges that sometimes, the reason you’re hiding this from your parents is that your parents suck. That there are parents who frankly have not earned the right to approve or disapprove of your partner.
(I realize the phrasing there sounds a lot less strong than my summary, but–trust me on this. When you’re familiar with the narrative voice of these kinds of books, this passage is downright radical. The mere acknowledgement that if you treat your kids badly, it’s your own damn fault when they don’t talk to you? I’ve genuinely never seen that before in this genre.
Don’t freak out over “properly trained”, either. It’s just a linguistic shift–at the time, “training” was used the way we would say “raising” a child today. )
“Delete all the nudes and sexts after a breakup or you’re a piece of shit” has been the standard expectation since EIGHT. TEEN. EIGHTY. FIVE.
“Men and women being friends with each other is literally normal. Don’t be a controlling freak.”
Anyway I was wrong the publishing date is actually 1882 so like.
“If you have to abuse a child to keep order in your classroom then you’re a bad teacher.”
So like @ the modern Republican party, are the “traditional family values” in the fucking room with us right now–
“The child is a little walking interrogation point.” That’s adorable. Human question mark.
Monday mood? The aye-aye (Daubentonia madagascariensis). This nocturnal primate is found only in Madagascar. Rarely seen in daylight, the solitary aye-aye spends nearly 80 percent of its evenings foraging for fruits, seeds, and insect larvae. It uses elongated middle fingers to find and skewer food!
Photo: Karen Andrea Boehme, CC BY-NC 4.0, iNaturalist
At 4 in the evening it flew into the mayor's window and all heard that it was a (can't make it that word) of god"
My rough translation would be:
"This wondrous and strange bird, the likes of which have never been seen Said bird came flying in the city Paris, in the evening at 4 o' clock. At the governor's it flew in through the window and from there it is heard it was an act of providence from God."
The word you have as 'painted' I think is 'Bemelter', which is an older form of 'besagter' And the word you couldn't make out is "Schickung", I think.
I definitely might be a bit off though, that German is a wee bit outdated, lol
"Schickung", of course! It's obvious from context but the letters just wouldn't cooperate for me XD
So what I'm hearing is basically "Ma!! There's a weird fucking bird in the governor's house! MA!! It's making a weird fucking noise!"
Also really digging the skulls in the train feathers. Most metal peacock ever
"A forbidden woodcut of a "peculiar bird of revolution" printed in Moravia in 1793"
wha... why is it forbidden? 👀
thank you for translating! even if that raises so many questions
I suppose because the bird is the French revolution, and although it clearly brings death on its wings, it’s still described as “wondrous”.
Speaking of the revolution without outright condemning it would get your whole printing operation sanctioned, if not closed down. This could have even come from a secret printshop, trying to spread the idea of the french revolution, of the revolution being like a huge powerful bird whose flight brings liberty and as they say in the last sentence, it’s “an act of providence from God”.
1. I decided to take my midday walk before lunch rather than after, in an attempt to get a little more shade, but it was still pretty awful and I ended up not being able to take that long of a walk. But I did stop in at a new to me cafe across the street from work called Da Vien and got an ube cream coffee, which was delicious.
2. I had a dentist appointment Tuesday but rescheduled it on Monday when I wasn't feeling well, in case I was still feeling gross on Tuesday, as I did not want to be stuck in a dentist's chair while having digestive issues. I wasn't able to get an early morning appointment for any day next week like I usually prefer and was only able to get 10am on Monday, and it's going to be a longish session, so I just decided to take the day off rather than schedule work around it.
3. We had been considering maybe getting a membership for the Natural History Museum as they are pretty reasonable (and we only need to buy one, as it's good for the member plus one guest), and then I got an email saying they're currently running a 20% off promo for membership, so I went ahead and signed up. It's actually good for both the museum and the tar pits, but the annoying thing is that the tar pits are closing as of this past Tuesday for two years for rennovation lol. So in this case it's only good for the one museum. But it gets you free access to all the separately ticketed exhibits, as well as 10% off food and merch.
Creator: grayintogreen Title: like headstones in his eyes Rating: G Type: Fic Word Count: 3530 Prompt: 049: Electric Fandom/Ship: Bleach (Shihouin Yoruichi/Urahara Kisuke) Notes/Warnings: Non-Sexual Nudity, Canon-Typical Behavior Summary
As far as Yoruichi knew, there existed only a ten minute window in which she and Kisuke did not exist in the world simultaneously. One could argue that the universe trembled when Kisuke Urahara was born, understanding the danger that would befall it were he left unchecked and thus sent Yoruichi Shihouin screaming into the turn of the new year a week earlier than House Shihouin expected.
Yoruichi had never known a world that Kisuke didn’t exist in.
Today she was deeply considering making one herself.
Yoruichi, Urahara, and the aftermath of the Askin fight.
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