The comfort zone is uncomfortable

The horror of immortality. 

How we wish that life could support only the good. But it vanishes when its opposite no longer exists as a setting.
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aveganpizzaparty:

martinekenblog:

Back in May a couple of friends in Japan started a new project called rrrrrrrroll, using photography to explore beautifully minimalist animations based on objects and people turning on a single axis. (via)

(obsessed)

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Consciousness is the narrow neck of a vast bottle

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ex0skeletal:

Details from Bruegel the Elder's The Triumph of Death

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ALL THE THINGS. I feel proud today.

My immediate superior at work just said, with a very disgruntled face:

"My favourite show got cancelled last week because of all this stuff going on in Syria"

There are no words. 

philosophy-of-praxis:

Paul Simon - Me and Julio Down By the Schoolyard.

Only ma fave

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In 2002, having spent more than three years in one residence for the first time in my life, I got called for jury duty. I show up on time, ready to serve. When we get to the voir dire, the lawyer says to me, “I see you’re an astrophysicist. What’s that?” I answer, “Astrophysics is the laws of physics, applied to the universe—the Big Bang, black holes, that sort of thing.” Then he asks, “What do you teach at Princeton?” and I say, “I teach a class on the evaluation of evidence and the relative unreliability of eyewitness testimony.” Five minutes later, I’m on the street.

A few years later, jury duty again. The judge states that the defendant is charged with possession of 1,700 milligrams of cocaine. It was found on his body, he was arrested, and he is now on trial. This time, after the Q&A is over, the judge asks us whether there are any questions we’d like to ask the court, and I say, “Yes, Your Honor. Why did you say he was in possession of 1,700 milligrams of cocaine? That equals 1.7 grams. The ‘thousand’ cancels with the ‘milli-’ and you get 1.7 grams, which is less than the weight of a dime.” Again I’m out on the street.

Neil deGrasse Tyson (via sarasleepygirl)

They don’t want smart people on the jury.

They want people they can dupe into a guilty verdict, especially for poc

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broadlybrazen:

What Would You Do? (x)

booasaur:  

yeah, same. and I really appreciate that the guy himself says “That wasn’t heroic. That was just…being a person.”

when we think minimum decency is extraordinary, that’s a sad commentary on our state of affairs.

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Getting to the end of your thesis, which you’ve developed an abject hatred for, only to suddenly spark an idea for an incredible new research project and start the self-loathing all over again.

Redemption and Exchange, you’re next, I’m coming for ya.

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