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musk is going to die in a Tesla explosion in 6 months after sticking his nose where it doesn't belong and we will never get a conclusive answer on whether it was a CIA car bomb or just a normal Tesla malfunction
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Just some of the reasons I spend half my life on the computer.
This is why I hate the stereotype of the Internet and people on the Internet. This is exactly why I love the Internet. Society needs to realize this.
I fucking love youtubers, they really make the world go round.Â
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Latin phrases to use as incantations.
This is gonna be a long list.
ab intra - from within
ab origine - from the source
absit iniuria - âlet insult be absentâ
absit invidia - âlet envy be absentâ
absit omen - âlet omens be absentâ
ab uno disce omnes - from one, learn all.
abyssus abyssum invocat - deep calleth unto deep
a capite ad calcem - from head to heel
acta non verba - actions not words
ad altiora tendo - âI strive to higher thingsâ
ad astra - to the stars
ad fontes - to the sources
ad meliora - towards better things
ad oculos - to the eyes
ad undas - to the waves
ad victoriam - to victory
adsum - I am here
a fortiori - from the stronger/from strength
a mari usque ad mare - from sea to sea
audeamus - let us dare
audentes fortuna iuvat - fortune favors the bold
audi, vide, tace - hear, see, be silent
beatae memoriae - of blessed memory
bona fide - in good faith
bono malum superate - overcome evil with good
capax infiniti - holding the infinite
carpe diem - seize the day
carpe noctem - seize the night
cave - beware
ceteris paribus - all other things being equal
circa - around
citius, altius, fortius - faster, higher, stronger
clavis aurea - golden key
cogito ergo sum - I think, therefor I am
compos mentis - in control of the mind
concilio et labore - by wisdom and effort
concordia cum veritate - in harmony with truth
concordia salus - well-being through harmony
coniunctis viribus - with connected strength
consummatum est - it is complete
corruptus in extremis - corrupt to the extreme
crescit eundo - it grows as it goes
de novo - from the new
de profundis - from the depths
dies irae - day of wrath
dona nobis pacem - give us peace
ego te provoco - I challenge you
esse est percipi - to be is to be perceived Â
esse quam videri - to be, rather than to seem
esto quod es - be what you are
ex animo - from the soul
ex luna scientia - from the moon, knowledge
ex scientia tridens - from knowledge, sea power
ex silentio - from silence
ex undis - from the waves of the sea
experientia docet - experience teaches
fac et spera - do and hope
fac fortia et patere - do brave deed and endure
faciam quodlibet quod necesse est - Iâll do whatever it takes
faciam ut mei memineris - Iâll make you remember me
facta, non verba - deeds, not words
fortis et liber - strong and free
fortis in arduis - strong in difficulties
gloriosus et liber - glorious and free
hic abundant leones - here lions abound
hic et nunc - here and now
hic sunt dracones - here there are dragons
hinc illae lacrimae - hence those tears
hinc itur ad astra - from here the way leads to the stars
igni ferroque - with fire and iron
in memoriam - into the memory
in nocte consilium - advice comes over night
libra - balance
littera scripta manet - the written words endure
locus standi - a right to stand
luceo non uro - I shine, not burn
luctor et emergo - I struggle and emerge
mare liberum - free sea
memento vivere - remember to live
more ferarum - like beasts
natura non contristatur - nature is not saddened
nec spe, nec metu - without hope, without fear
noli me tangere - do not touch me
ophidia in herba - a snake in the grass
pro se - for oneself
propria manu - by oneâs own hand
quaere - to seek
quod abundat non obstat - what is abundant does not hinder
resurgam - I shall arise
semper ad meliora - always towards better things
semper anticus - always forward
semper apertus - always open
semper fortis - always brave
semper liber - always free
stet - let it stand
tuebor - I will protect
vera causa - true cause
NASA has released new images of Jupiter, taken by the Juno Spacecraft.
God I wish Vincent van Gogh was alive to see this
That sentiment is so sweet and pure.
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that fuckin alien ass mystique handwriting stealing demon kinda terrifies me
Yeah they just kind of buried that in there like whatever
FRĂDĂRIQUE LONGRĂEItâs typical of the nature of time to present itself in every situation under many aspects, since time is not just an argument but a background in eternal movement and expedient of the whole and complex photographic work.What man knows is that time is, a great and terrible ocean and that even though it seems to be wide and infinity, it seems to know well - even if you love to deceive itself of the opposite - that it has an end; and that end is us. Yet man, as he is rich in the awareness of the finiteness of which his nature is composed, lives his days in the useless struggle to stop the progress of the years.And yet it would be enough; it would be enough to read a single verse of Yeats to understand how it is in vain âto stop the great black oxen that God, the Shepherd, pushes from behindâ. The passing of time, corruption as a poisonous gift to the banquet of life and the struggle of man in order to deceive him are the themes that fascinate the collagist photographer FrĂ©dĂ©rique LongrĂ©e from crossing its entire artistic production.In her work is contained a literary vein that transmigrates in every image: in every single shot, everything naturally gravitates towards a final, as a warning pushed by an irrepressible current that brings us closer to the feeling of the inexpressible, which is the way with whom we live in time.FrĂ©dĂ©rique LongrĂ©e explores every single and changing nuance as if she would tell us that time overwhelms us and that it passes on us like a swallow that nests on the eaves: it goes out, enters, comes and goes, but always under our eyes. In the beautiful and delicate series âFacesâ we see female faces that sometimes observe us other cultured in a modest repose, as absorbed in a placid and nocturnal torment and from whose eyes comes out a thoughtfulness lightened by the subtle plot of a past that seems to pose everywhere the his dusty load of memories.We can, if we are prey of momentary curiosity, ask ourselves to whom belong these portraits and what is hidden behind the unnatural dismay; we would be entitled to it but it would be an effort nullified in the bud by the overwhelming and evocative effectiveness of the shots. An unstoppable consumption in which the anxiety of becoming is effectively told - in spite of the title - is the heart of âLe temps n'est pas l'ennemiâ.Thin cracks, dense chaps depart from the faces like a ferocious design warped by a âcraquelureâ stubborn as ruthless and determined to spoil the appearance, so the skin flaps seem to leave the cheeks still young of the subjects as âexfoliated from a primigenial beauty, as flower petals torn â.We are, as we have seen, the becoming of corruption. Time gives and time takes. And what we do not recognize in the time assigned to us is recognized when it is too late. And the case of the series âPassengersâ is this, a story of what we donât know, the images of ourselves that we can not see - and this, we learned from Richard Avedon and Aldo Palazzolo, is the most magnificent gifts from photography.Here, in this specific episode of her creativity, FrĂ©dĂ©rique LongrĂ©e photographs mummies, bodies from whose conservation we learn how tenacious is the attempt of the man to âsteal from time how much time he has stolen from usâ. Where memories are not enough, man tries to give himself an eternity released from his cycle; so if memory itself yields under the blows of time - again time is the adversary of man - man provides to preserve his wrapping, the now empty container of a memory transmigrated everywhere and, perhaps, dispersed.Roland Barthes assigned to photography an âevident deadly capacity of rare ruthlessnessâ precisely because it is not of the time in its complexity that photography is nourished (this is the prerogative of moving images) but of a selective decomposition, a kind of temporal surgery. The âLoved onesâ series is part of this âmoriâ moment, but first we can remember it.The little bodies we see, although arranged in the studio by a photographer accustomed to this kind of photography very popular in the late nineteenth century, and that FrĂ©dĂ©rique LongrĂ©e incorporates embellishing immortal stillness with rich filigree plots, tell of a crisis that no discipline with the exception of photography and literature, he would be able to solve and develop in the dissolution of the cognitive experience of time.The accessibility denied to the premature deceased to the flow of time, the impossibility of being witnesses of a time that does not know how to wait, and therefore forces man to construct, albeit a fake, a âshort past, enoughâ as a character of Shakespeare said âbecause from now on you have mercy on those who neither the sweetness of love nor the bitterness of disenchantment has knownâ. A trick, therefore, but whose effectiveness lies within the very nature of photography. FrĂ©dĂ©rique LongrĂ©e proves skilled in the exploration, her research is tenacious and well directed in describing the most dramatic experience of the life of every man.
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Baba Pusta (=desolate grandma), an abandoned castle in a forest in BaÄka that some say is haunted. The first Ginkgo in this part of Europe was planted here more than a hundred years ago as well as many other exotic and rare plant species from all continents. The interior was once enriched with various materials such as marble, glass, chandeliers and a fireplace which were destroyed and the furniture stolen. What stayed was the unusual and with special attention designed small family chapel, reached by a painted entrance hall. Despite everything else on the walls being completely peeled off and destroyed, the images of saints and angels can still be seen.