— Insights from the doctor who coaches athletes on sleep. Pair with the science of what actually happens while you sleep and how it affects your every waking hour. More on sleep here. (via medicalschool)
a short poem:
that you take
another short poem:
yes but see
they are all
by the district
to assign a
they can get
paid and earn
raises and bonuses
their jobs and
a revised short poem:
does the district
that you take
another short poem:
Steve Maraboli, Unapologetically You: Reflections on Life and the Human Experience (via paintdeath)
On the flip side, just because someone’s behavior is unacceptable doesn’t mean their pain isn’t real and understandable.
holy shit i have a twin
holy shit their dress sense is better than mine
Omg I know this person and they are fucking awesome.
Reaction 1: Oh, hey, what is Lex doing on my dash?
Reaction 2: Wait, Teachimera went to my school?
*starts a fire in my kitchen*
*starts fire in my bedroom*
Omfg. Um. Hello there.
*Starts a fire in my pants!!!*
*gets trapped in lift*
The best part is that there’s a fairly decent chance, given the background of the photo (dry wilderness and scrub brush) that the firefighter in this picture is a Hotshot—
And Hotshots, along with Smoke-Jumpers, are sort of like… Okay. If firefighters are rockstars, Hot-Shots are Queen and Smoke-Jumpers are whatever Tony Stark uses to rev himself up for badassery.
Hotshots are elite firefighters who train extensively and are inserted into high-risk terrain in order to fight the fire on the ground.
In layman’s terms—if there’s a forest fire threatening your house, the hotshots are the dudes digging the fire trenches while whirling beams of fire snap five feet from them.
And then, then, there’s the Smoke-Jumpers. As their name implies, they jump smoke.
In layman’s terms—the fires the hotshots can’t reach by land? Those crazy fuckera PARACHUTE into forest fires.
Because jumping out of a plane isn’t scary enough, they do it in near-zero visibility, through scorching smoke, with the risk that the thermals and currents could blow them right into a burning tree, to pick a landing spot so they can then be in remote backwoods wilderness with minimal hope of rescue if something goes tits up.
So yeah. If this lady’s an urban firefighter she’s a huge badass. But if my guess is right and she’s a more elite unit, then I want to have her gay babies like, yesterday.
reblogging for that long essay because goddamn
“No,” came a thin metallic voice from the crater, “I’m mine."
Hitchhiker’s Guide to the Galaxy
Why did that seem sad.
Meet Claudia Mitchell, the first woman with a bionic arm.
In 2006 she was outfitted with the arm to replace the arm she lost in a motorcycle accident. Her prosthesis, a prototype developed by the Rehabilitation Institute of Chicago is one of the most advanced prosthetic arms developed to date.
Mitchell, who lives in Ellicott City, was the fourth person- and first woman- to receive a “bionic” arm, which allows her to control parts of the device by her thoughts alone. The device works by detecting the movements of a chest muscle that has been rewired to the stumps of nerves that once went to her now-missing limb.
She hopes to upgrade to a prosthesis, still under development, that will allow her also to “feel” with an artificial hand.
A while after the initial surgery, surgeons took the first step by rewiring the skin above her left breast so that when the area is stimulated by impulses from the bionic arm, the skin sends a message to the region of her brain that feels “hand.”
Future arms will be able to perform even more precise movements, but even the first-generation device “has changed my life dramatically,” she said. “I use it to help with cooking, for holding a laundry basket, for folding clothes — all kinds of daily tasks.”
Technology like this gives hope for the future because it is a great example how science can actually improve the quality of people’s life!
You can see a video of her using her bionic arm here:
Yes. This shit. This shit right here. This is why I love technology. So exciting.
For my photography class I did series of self-portraits in which I attempted to portray culture and counterculture for the past 10 decades. This is the product of that idea…
this is SO COOL oh man
Asking because I don’t experience this thing: are questions that make you uncomfortable/feel put on the spot made any more palatable by an earnest assertion that it is ok not to answer/say no?
I could also use this information from my friends!
I don’t know if anyone finds this information useful from me, but so long as the earnest assertion comes BEFORE the question it helps. If it comes after I still feel put on the spot.
So the internet just gave my tumblr name a whole new (literal) meaning. I was alerted to a photo of me gathering massive attention via a friend who linked me to a Reddit post titled “Don’t worry guys, I’m taking hipster to the next level.”
Apparently some guy on the train uploaded this photo to twitter it has been spreading like wildfire since. Surprisingly when I read the thread on Reddit a lot of it was positive/supportive. I’m surprised by how unfazed and genuinely funny I find the negative comments. People’s theories as to why I am dressed like this, and who I really am are also really interesting.
I’m dressed like this for a number reasons. Firstly, and fore-mostly, I genuinely like the clothes I am wearing. I’ve described my look as “anywhere from hipster chic to kawaii gangsta Harajuku princess”. This is the epitome of the latter. I love sailor moon, I love pink, those converse are kawaii as fuck and yeah fuck you I’m wearing Prada sunglasses. I don’t really dress like this all the time, but I wish I did more often. I mostly don’t because I want to keep the look fresh. I wore this outfit because I had an art exhibition at my college and wanted to express myself.
I also find men’s fashion extremely limiting in both types of clothes, cuts of clothes and colours. Women have so many beautiful options. So I pillage their aisles a lot because I wanna look pretty.
This was also a statement. As an artist I think fashion is incredibly important. This day, I wanted something that not only reflected my personality and artistic sensibilities but also have some social commentary. A lot of my work, or what I want my work to speak about, is sex and sexuality and notions of gender and gender roles. How many of you knew pink actually use to be associated with boys, not girls? Personally I think the idea of “This is a boy colour”, “This is a girl colour” or “Barbies are for girls”, “Power Rangers are for boys” is dumb as fuck. Creating social and cultural boundaries does nothing but limit the potential of a person. By dressing like this I am breaking that boundary for myself and attempting to reflect that sentiment.
Keeps getting better. Rock on, man.
I want that jacket.
Someone linked that picture to me saying “Hey look I found a picture of Kayin” to which I replied “I wish”.
After reading that, now I definitely wish. Hell yeah dude, keep being awesome as hell.
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Laverne Cox was purposefully kept off the Times 100 list.
Just let that sink in.
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