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Btw I recently found out about the fern Sticherus truncatus and i don't like it. Why is it so bad to look at??? I hate it so much??? Cursed Cursed Cursed

headspace-hotel

If i post a picture of it I feel like there should be some kind of warning on it, in a similar category as trypophobia, but what

headspace-hotel

...Bad. Why is it doing that

unitydruid

I’m so glad you asked. In the ferns you’re probably used to seeing, such as Pteridium aquilinium, the fractal patterns increase in size as you move towards the base of the plant. They taper to a point. In S. truncatus, the fractal patterns increase in size as you move away from the base of the plant, a pattern which is more commonly seen in trees. S. truncatus branches toward infinity, giving that broad, crowded look.

headspace-hotel

Okay there's an actual mathematical reason it looks Wrong. That's neat thanks for sharing

headspace-hotel

i found more pictures on inaturalist i like it even less zoomed out

chillyfeetsteak

all i wanna do is eat nectarines and think about aurora borealis st. elmo’s fire gigantic jets ball lightning green flash earthquake lights and will-o-the-wisps

chillyfeetsteak

biblically-accurate-lesbian

SPECIAL INTEREST MENTIONED YALL!!!

Look at my jellyfish sprites boy

Sundogs

Asperitas clouds

biblically-accurate-lesbian

Glories

Russian Light Pillars

Nacreous Clouds

biblically-accurate-lesbian

Mammatus Clouds (tiddy clouds lol)

Morning glory clouds

St. Elmo's Fire

I could go on for HOURS!! Remember that the would around you is much weirder than you know and the only difference between magic and science is we put names to the latter!

chillyfeetsteak

see she gets it

bleedthebeat

english major macklemore: i read your granddad’s prose

ndnbutch

therapist macklemore: i hear your granddad’s woes

bleedthebeat

coffee enthusiast macklemore: i drink your granddad’s joes

ndnbutch

body mod shop owner macklemore: i pierce your granddad’s nose

bleedthebeat

pizza chef macklemore: i knead your granddad’s doughs

ndnbutch

television network executive macklemore: i make your granddad’s shows

bleedthebeat

wildlife rehabilitator macklemore: i feed your granddad’s crows

ndnbutch

blanket maker macklemore: i knit your granddad’s throws

bleedthebeat

sir mackle the more, knight of the great kingdom of seattle: i slay your granddad’s foes

ndnbutch

rapper macklemore: i spit your granddad’s flows

bleedthebeat

we were sitting across from each other in the living room reblogging back and forth like it was a life-or-death yu-gi-oh duel

stay-the-knight

damejoansutherland

side benefit of communal all-gender restrooms is that they may be our best chance to shame cis men into washing their hands

damejoansutherland

i was in a communal all-gender restroom today and as i was washing my hands a middle-aged man came out of one of the stalls, started to make for the door, clocked me standing at the sinks, and changed course to wash his hands with a real hangdog look on his face

witchstone

your weird obsession with having a fully formed white picket fence found family who all speak like they've inhaled their therapist who you subconsciously want to be adopted into is ruining your ability to interact with the source material

kosmogrl

manwhorewednesdays

This is actually such a crucial part of healing from neglect and abuse and I have to add to this.

Because indeed, people who like you will not roll their eyes and sigh at the idea of accommodating your needs, they will value your voice and be upset with you about injustice done to you, not at you for "being difficult". They will be happy when you find a way to live a better life, and help you to get there. If you are struggling, someone who loves you wants to see you smile, not tell you to smile because "you have it so good".

darkestcinema

renaissance in the 21st century

blogitalianissimo

tinyphantomsalad

some more

kitsunebattleboxer

the WHAT??

personification-of-anxiety

okay, found her

whenstarsfall

some more good replies from the notes

whenstarsfall

camellianswer

i didnt expect these to hit so hard but then they kept going and going….my god

memecucker

Invention of bread is weird bc it’s like some Neolithic ppl were like “hey you know that tall grass thing that’s sorta edible but not really how about we take it and grind it into a very very fine powder which is extra backbreaking right now bc the wheel won’t be invented for awhile and then we mix it with water and heat it up and you know what let’s also toss some mold in there just to see what happens”

quoms

there are a number of distinct steps though, each of which can be observed in isolation. “grind tough seeds to make them edible” is practiced with other foods besides grains (like acorns). the natural next step after that is to add water, which gives you porridge: a common ancient roman meal was puls, very similar to modern cream of wheat. once you have that you also have a simple dough, and baking it to preserve it is a logical experiment (as is baking some you forgot about and left out for a few days, just so you don’t waste it... voila, leavened bread)

there could have been, and probably was (though i’m not an archaeologist) a substantial time between each of these innovations. it’s not too hard to imagine people being chill with “grind seeds for soup, select plants for bigger seeds” for a good while

quasi-normalcy

Do you ever wonder how many amazing things are fated to go forever uninvented because each step necessary to invent them is a completely unintuitive thing to do?

noctumsolis

Okay, that's not how bread was invented. I wrote a potted history, I could try to dig that out if anyone is interested?

quasi-normalcy

Please do

panecultus

I'm putting this on my bread blog, because of course I am. Also tagging @appendingfic who I think expressed interest.

Tens of thousands of years ago people foraged and hunted for their food and ate whatever they could. Among their forage were wild cereals, which included the ancestors of modern cultivated wheat, barley and others.

People like sweet things. Grains are starchy, but if sprouted they start converting those starches to sugars, so people would've left grains in water to sprout. These sprouts are also easier to digest, thus more nutritious, which bestowed an invisible advantage on those sprouting their grains.

If grains are left in water too long, however, they begin to ferment. Alcohol is produced. People like alcohol.

In ancient Mesopotamia the fermented grains were experimented with, resulting in an early form of beer. The process of making that beer was quite complicated and involved a combination of sprouted and mashed grains.

People wanted beer all year round, but early beers did not have long shelf lives and the grain could only be harvested at certain times. So the ancient Mesopotamians invented a way of storing the ingredients for beer.

It was made of the grain mash, honey, dates and spices that were fermented to make beer. For storage, prior to fermentation, the mixture was baked dry, cut into smaller pieces and baked again to remove all water. This produced bapir, a product very much like biscotti, which could be stored for later rehydration and fermentation. Sometimes it was eaten instead.

I've made bapir, and I've eaten it. It is brittle but delicious. It's also a form of unleavened bread.

Bread was invented as a way to store the ingredients for beer, which was most likely a development from a chance discovery. Leavened bread (that is, with bubbles) may well have been discovered when a mixture like that for bapir was accidentally allowed to ferment before baking. Yeast is responsible for both alcohol production and leavening.

There's a lot more to it, in terms of the cultivation of grains and the development of milling, than I've written here. It's been a process of millennia to go from chewing sprouts to eating soft white bread like that pictured. But every step along the way was small and simple.

quasi-normalcy

I never would have guessed that beer pre-existed bread. I've always just assumed that beer was an accidental discovery by breadmakers.

jenniferrpovey

Nope, beer came first. Mead is also very old.

headspace-hotel

Thanks, ancient humans!

thirtyknives

Australian First Nations people developed their own bread making culture independent of the beer-base route. As far as I'm aware, pre colonial Australia had little to nothing by way of fermented drinks at all, so the likelihood of beer being part of the evolution of native breads is unlikely. Their breads, made from native grasses, are both leavened and unleavened. There's also different bread making practices using different grains, dependent on location - Australia is big and Indigenous culture over here is no more a monolith than it is anywhere else. Kamilaroi bread is different to Yuin bread, for example.

The colonization of Australia actively suppressed Indigenous knowledge, and creating an image of the idle wandering tribes was required to justify taking Aboriginal lands. This means a lot of the archeology of how First Nations people developed their breads has not just been lost but deliberately suppressed. The idea that they were settled enough to have ovens, let alone a bread-making tradition, is only now really being examined. I wouldn't be surprised if the grains-porridge-bread route was true for Aussie breads, though.

capricorn-0mnikorn

Archeological/historical evidence such as this is what makes me skeptical of the current (is it still current?) of the so-called "Paleo Diet," and the insistence that eating grains and carbs is somehow "unnatural."

capricorn-0mnikorn

Quoted Tags:

#cerebral palsy and #bread. bread is good

Huh. I have C.P., too. But I never made the connection between how avoiding carbs might effect my symptoms (probably because I never made a point of avoiding carbs). Makes sense, though. The brain can only use carbs -- can't convert fat or protein into the sugars it needs. And C.P. means the brain is using more energy to do ordinary things.

Here, have an old English folk song all about the work people are willing to do to get their beer and porridge (mostly beer)-- told from the point of view from the grain itself (no eye contact, open captions/lyrics on screen):

brightlotusmoon

Thank you for confirming my tags! CP sometimes comes with epilepsy, and I often crave carbs and fat. I love popcorn with butter after I've been having problems with spasticity. I'm more likely to want whole grains to fuel my creative writing, too.

brightlotusmoon

I forgot about this until it was reblogged. I'm going to have some of that multi grain seeded bread we just got. With butter.

chroniclesofchronicillness

This makes so much sense

random-fandom-place

This accurately displays 'running on fumes' as well. Like, once you get to, say, 5% in your tank. Still 100% of your effort. This is such an amazing visual. Even knowing that my chronic pain impacts what I can do day vs. day, seeing this visual just really helps.

marlynnofmany

Gotta hand it to Good Omens human AUs for introducing me to the most fascinating eye conditions I've never heard of, as a non-demonic reason for Crowley to wear sunglasses all the time.

marlynnofmany

Bilateral Coloboma:

Polycoria:

Anisocoria:

Heterochromia:

One of these I knew about already. The others are new and intriguing. I had no idea that eyes like these were part of the vast spectrum of human existence.

gallusrostromegalus

Upstairs Kevin Is Actually For Real The World's Most Perfect Betta Fish

So for those of you not familiar with my recent descent into fishkeeping, about 2 months ago a friend of mine who does Hazardous Waste cleanup (specifically cleaning up hazardous places like meth labs) called me up and asked:

"You have fish, right?"

"...Why?" I asked, having become aware that the Fish Distribution System is even more aggressive than the cat one.

"I found a fish in the back of an abandoned trap house. Alive." She clarified.

I could feel my fate settling upon my soul.

"...Send me a pic so I can ID the species and I'll see what I can do."

She sent me a picture of a small purplish squiggle in six inches of fetid green muck. But when I arrived to collect the sludge creature he turned out to look like this:

He's difficult to photograph in focus, but he's a deep wine-dark creature with an iridescent blue sheen. The red patches on his fins mirror where the fins of a Plakat/wild Betta splendens would be, and the rest of his fins are a ghostly shimmering white. This fish was in six inches of toxic green shit.

Naturally, he needed the finest tank I could put together that afternoon.

I think I did alright.

He's so fucking cute. He always swims up to watch when anyone approaches. I've got him trained to do a little dance when I feed him. He likes watching me doing anything in front of his tank.

That's all actually pretty typical of Bettas- they're very intelligent and curious creatures and like learning, which is more than I can say for some of my relatives.

Where Upstairs Kevin (so named because his tank is in my upstairs bathroom) really shines is that a lot of Bettas are... Not sociable. They often eat shrimp, attack other fish in their tank (or get stressed out of they can't commit enough violence to maintain their personal space) or constantly harass and nip the snails in their tanks. Most Bettas are genuinely happier being alone.

Kevin fucking loves his snail (Bluebert) and will shimmy as fast as he can over whenever Bluebert falls off something (it's fine, this is a normal way for mystery snails to get from one place to another).

When I had my Nego D'Aguas in the holding tank, I had to put three of the smallest ones in with him because they were being harassed in the small tank, and he was a perfect gentleman with them. He was trying very hard to shoal with them, but they're very zippy. He was visibly upset (lethargic, dulled colors) when I moved them back to the big tank.

Today was the real acid test: I'm going to move him from his 5 gallon to the 10 gallon so I can use the 5 as a hospital/spare plants tank, and I needed to know if I could have shrimp in with him. Even Betta that are cool with other fish can still see a shrimp and decide they're at the buffet. Unfortunately, there's no real way to know without putting shrimp in with the Betta.

So earlier today, I got half a dozen super-discounted Rilli shrimp (LFS has a massive overstock of them for some reason) and added them to his 5 gallon. There are a bunch of hiding places for shrimp in there and if he was aggressive with them I'd move him to the 10 gallon immediately (I don't want to do that just yet because I need to move the furniture around in there a bit).

Friends.

The shrimp are fully swimming in the open and Kevin is just following them around, curious, but only curious. No gill-flaring, no posturing, no lunges or snapping. Some of them are red, a color that normally triggers aggression in Bettas, and he's just. Hanging out, watching them eat biofilm off the moss. One of them accidentally landed on his head and stayed there for 3 seconds and he only went "???" Until it took off again.

My beautiful and perfect and son who is so kind and gentle with his tiny friends.

autism-thoughts

The anti-vax and anti-science propaganda is very real - and also, frankly I think doctors and nurses would've had an easier time getting people not to fall for it if they spent less time treating people like fucking shit

autism-thoughts

This post is about a lot of things but it is especially about racism, medical abuse, and eugenics

cityrun

to me demons are like cats just doing whatever they want causing problems on purpose, while angels are like hares theyre painfully aware of their place in this world theyve seen the end

cityrun

in my minds eye

cityrun

biggest-gaudiest-poltergeist

it's healthy for academics to have professional feuds. enrichment activity

biggest-gaudiest-poltergeist

Holy shit. "The demese ef the Ne'enderthels: Wes lengege a fecter?" published in the Science magazine

biggest-gaudiest-poltergeist

short but sweet

gigglepuffpixie

dragosballz

movie called technically blonde where she goes to trade school instead

inertial-reel

No but you don't understand. Rocking up to Welding class with 100% barbie pink tools is such a POWER MOVE.

"Jeremy, I'd really like my orbital sander back ^_^"

"... didn't know it was yours..."

(Legit excited, no sarcasm) "Someone ELSE has the original Box 20-Volt Brushless Cordless Detail Sander with Dust Management?!?!?!?!"

"...no..."

Teacher walking up like "Miss Woods, is that a nail file"

(Elle, blasting compressed air to get rid of the nail file sand)

"Actually, its an emery board. But yes! :D It's a finer grit than what we have, and I've always found these easier to handle"

"...Ok, fair enough."

Elle making friends with the 6 year old daughter of one of her classmates. (Child care ain't cheap, I get it. Bring your kid to class)

Elle learning how to drive a forklift/motorcycle/semi-truck

Elle giving an impromptu lecture in the break room about what gifts to give their wives/girlfriends/mothers

Fucking laser cut "bless this mess" sign on her locker (I lied. It would totally be live, laugh, laser)

Elle's car breaks down and 20+ dudes coming out to show her how to fix it. (And realizing her mechanic is ripping her off)

Every single guy in the building filled with instant despair when she gets with one of the butch lesbians in the program.

Gimme plzzz

kla1991

Proposal: She takes her car to a mechanic and it's beat for beat like the original movie scene at the dress shop, where the mechanic *tries* to rip her off and she nods along and then eviscerates her with precise technical details.

The rest of Elle's class now shun that mechanics' shop and tell everyone else to as well, so that place ends up going out of businesss, which allows someone else in the class to open up a sparkling pink and perfectly trustworthy shop of his own.

predishthefish

alexseanchai

[image: reply by biomark: "Marisa Tomei in My Cousin Vinny"]

foldingfittedsheets

When I was a TA for the freshman art class in senior year my students really adored me. It was so sweet. I’d had classes that were more ambivalent toward me but these guys were all about me.

I loved working with that teacher too. He was the kind of crunchy art nerd whose own kid didn’t know what candy was, who loved bird watching and wearing tweed. We’d chat while they worked and it was just a three hour pleasure rather than work.

When the class switched from charcoal to gouache a devil medium, the evilest watercolor, the students struggled. We’d have in class painting where they’d spend the whole time trying to mix one color instead of just accepting something as good enough and trying to practice other skills.

So one day I showed up to my shift and announced, “I have stickers. If you get color down for the whole composition, you get a sticker.”

They wanted. The stickers. So bad. Students who had agonized before about keeping lines neat and perfect plowed ahead. The first student to call me over I tsked at. “Putting grey on everything doesn’t count,” I chided, “I asked for colors on each object.”

The classroom worked in furious joy, young adults who had seen my bird and cactus stickers and gone feral. The teacher was flabbergasted. “Why do they want stickers? They could just buy stickers…”

I held up my water bottle and showed him a tiny 3D bubble sticker the program director had brought to my game teams space last week. “You never grow out of wanting to earn a sticker.”

By the end of class everyone had a sticker. There was more visible improvement in the work too, which surprised them since they’d been rushing. “Gouache looks terrible before it looks good. It’s okay to start messy and then refine.” The teacher had said the same thing but looking at their frantic sticker paintings they finally saw the truth of it.

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