Why is there
Why is there cat hair on my chair?
Oh yes--- it is because the cat often sits there.
Lint Roller? I Barely Know Her
PUT YOUR BEARD IN MY MOUTH
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I'd rather be in outer space đ¸
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Why is there
Why is there cat hair on my chair?
Oh yes--- it is because the cat often sits there.
Le soldat
Le soldat mange le menu. Est pourquoi pas? Le printemps est venu.
Snow
A puffy snowy rooftop and a snow desert.
Whenever I see that much snow I think: "Wow---that is a lot of snow."
From the comments section
this song rips tears in me every time I listen to it
...oh God how these scoundrels make a mockery of this country wet with the blood of the lion-herted so many hundreds of years
Just4uAmnda at Grigore Lese. Canta cucu-n Bucovina!
Going about with a toothbrush
Going about with a toothbrush in your bag you get to have very particular experiences. To reach inside your bag and clutch the tip, still wet, of the toothbrush is a strange sensation. To take out your pen and notice you've actually put your toothbrush on the table is funny. To brush your teeth in the bathroom at work before leaving for the dentist is, well--- you can guess.
Pitseolak Ashoona (Inuit, 1904â1983), "Legend of the Narwhal," 1968. Kinngait, Nunavut, Canada. 26/406
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In the very earliest time, when both people and animals lived on earth, a person could become an animal if he wanted to and an animal could become a human being. Sometimes they were people and sometimes animals and there was no difference. All spoke the same language. That was the time when words were like magic. The human mind had mysterious powers. A word spoken by chance might have strange consequences. It would suddenly come alive and what people wanted to happen could happenâ all you had to do was say it. Nobody could explain this: Thatâs the way it was.
âNalungiaq (Netsilingmiut Inuit) Â From "Songs and Stories of the Netsilik Eskimos: Based on Texts Collected by Knud Rasmussen on the Fifth Thule Expedition, 1921â1924," edited by Edward Field
From the comments section
madness during that time... when the evening of surprises came grandma'ma huddled over the tv, a black-and-white snagov I remember perfectly, the back panel heated because of how long she kept it on until 23:00 or so when the show ended :)) good times, we had money back then, everything was cheap, gasoline was 2,5 lei per liter anyway no more than 3 lei, everything worked well, you could make good money abroad too, whereas now woe is us, inflation, money on stop, and so on and so forth
cristian marius at Surprize Surprize generic 2003 Cristian Geaman
From the comments section
I like folk music if I go to school and put on a song from this mix immediately they say cut it out because they say these are all they're all stupid but I like very much _ _ _ _ _ _ _
Florin Penes at MÄrin Cornea ââ Ecaterino, EĹti DamÄ Bine! (full album)
So much depends on
I watch with some trepidation the aluminium wings getting defrosted. Has no one thought of making airplanes with feathers?
Humans Were Born Free but Everywhere They Are in Peer Groups
Thatâs Rousseau, right? Replacing âchainsâ with âpeer groupsâ - clever one, Dekeneu. Megalike.
Of course, Rousseauâs slogan is sweet, but also full of lies. Perhaps not the most obvious one is that not everyone is in chains, and that some of us actually hold the keys to other peopleâs chains. No, not like in Titanic, when Rose finds the key to Jackâs handcuffs only to plunge into a tear-jerking adieu, but like in a much more intimate (though faceless) relationship â that between, say, a sweatshop worker and a consumer of her labour. And thatâs just the tip of an iceberg we can actually see â wait till we get past the Arctic Circle (and by the way, weâre full speed ahead to the North Pole, baby). In the world we live in (and here Iâve included you, reader, fellow citizen of the not so vast Western urban privileged universe), we hold the keys to a lot of chains, and we donât even know it. Of course, someone else has the keys to ours â thatâs the rule: no one holds the keys to their own chains.
Yet chains are not necessarily a metaphor for economic relationships. Cut to the most obvious lie: man was not born free (and women even less so). We are born in societies â even if youâre Tarzan, in which case you are born in a society of apes, which is not that different. In any case, you are brought up in a group of people, and any group of people has rules, a shared past, a way of dealing with things from dying to cooking food, a certain way of looking at life.
Skill Tree Education: Homeschooling your Children the Right Way
Since so many of you have asked me to go into more detail with my education plan, here it is: the way I home-schooled my three children. It worked for them, it should work for most children better than what they get in school anywhere these days. Except probably Finland and South Korea. But weâre not there, so here is what I did.
Basically, I view education as a skill tree like the ones you have as a player in Diablo, World of Warcraft or other RPGs. In these video games, you have a number of different trees for your skills; there is a skill tree for stealth-based skills, another for combat, and in others like Deus Ex, you have other trees for things like hacking, speech and manipulation. To unlock each level in these trees, you have to gain experience points (which you get for everything from killing enemies to acquiring certain items, accomplishing certain quests etc.). I think education can and should be similar. I find the division into disciplines that traditional schooling offers troublesome. The advantage of a skill tree is that it brings together several disciplines and teaches them not according to a (âverticalâ) separation in branches of knowledge caused by historical forces but according to a (âhorizontalâ) gradation of the childâs understanding.
The thing with game skill trees, though, is that once you pick a route it's risky to back out of it. It's difficult to switch from a stealth-based skill set to a more combat-based one, because of the points you've already invested into stealth and the lack of skill you have in the other categories. Yet this is not unlike life, where time and patience are limited and you do have to specialize at one point. Still, in my experience, you can go with all skill trees up to a certain point, not only in games, but also in education. Here comes the second main big point about my system: it doesnât need to feel like education. Â Which means that it can begin at the earliest possible age for certain skills and contents, and doesnât have to stop when youâre not in the classroom.
Analogy and Anomaly: An Anecdote
After my previous Old Masters vs. Young Geniuses shtick, I came across a similar, yet different, perspective. What follows is an anecdote recounted by Carlo Ginzburg, an Italian historian and anthropologist (whose story is pretty cool, actually, I might come back to him - among other things, by looking at Inquisition archives in Venice, he discovered the existence of a sixteenth-century folk fertility and shamanistic cult among the peasentry of Friuli).
There were two Romance philologists, both French, but otherwise very dissimilar. The first had a long beard and a passion for morphological, grammatical, and syntactical irregularities; when he encountered one he would stroke his beard and murmur with pleasure: âCâest bizarre.â The second philologist, a true representative of the Cartesian tradition, with a highly lucid mind and totally bald, tried in every way possible to lead every linguistic phenomenon back to a rule: and when he succeeded he rubbed his hands, saying âCâest satisfaisant pour lâesprit."
From Carlo Ginzburg, Threads and Traces: True, False, Fictive (University of California Press, 2012).
Science Questions â Probing the Limits (II): The One With the Causes of Things
Motto: Arrakis teaches the attitude of the knife - chopping off what's incomplete and saying: Now, it's complete because it's ended here.
Collected Sayings of Muad'Dib by the Princess Irulan
Here at Word Associationâ˘, we take science seriously. This is how we learned that science - while being a powerful way of understanding and changing the world - has limits. Or rather, we know that the questions which can be answered with the models and tools of what people nebulously call âscienceâ are finite (although a heady belief to the contrary seems to be current nowadays). What we do not know is where exactly science stops to be the oracle we want it to be. And how is one to discover how far something stretches without probing the limits of that thing? This is what we set out to do in a series of posts which ideally has no end: question by question, we will see with our own eyes where the answers of science are and where they are not whatâs needed to answer.
Q2: Why do earthquakes exist?
This question can be easily answered by science. There are tectonic plates, there is movement under them, convection in the fluid mantle beneath the crust. There are shocks when different plates rub against each other. Next.
Q2â: Why did the Roman Empire fall?
Why You Should Care About Twin Peaks
Some years ago, when we felt that life was still mostly ahead of us, I was talking to Master Freevariable about films and shit. At one point, he asks me if Iâd heard about this show that had just become available in our small town in Easter Europe. It was, he said, the awesomest TV show ever. It was also called, awesomely laconically, âThe Wireâ. I had not heard about it and, judging from the short synopsis my beautiful friend gave me, I was not necessarily convinced that it was really the awesomest show ever (ah, but when does a synopsis ever do justice to the thing itself?). Then, with a clandestine air of âyouâre gonna love thisâ, he explained to me that the Baltimore accent the characters were talking in was 100% accurate and that even natives were amazed of how real it sounded and that some of the people who were involved in the events (by the way, the show itself was inspired by real, gritty and serious events) actually played in the series. How cool is that? a younger Master Freevariable gushed. To my embarrassment, I didnât really get it. I went home and sat through two episodes of âThe Wireâ and I didnât really get it. To this day I havenât watched the whole series. I know, I have read a lot about it and I did believe and I still do believe him. I understand that I am passing up on a rare piece of art.
Chinese Oracles
The kings of the late Shang period (1200â1050 BC) attempted to communicate with the spiritual forces that ruled their world by reading the cracks in cattle scapulas and turtle plastrons. They and their diviners produced these cracks by applying heated pokers to the bones while intoning what they wanted to know. After the ritual was over, a record of the topic and, sometimes, of the prognostication and the result, was engraved into the bone. These inscriptions, recovered in the last hundred years by archeologists and deciphered by paleographers, give us a glimpse into some of the Shang kingsâ activities and concerns. This inscription, like many others, shows that the Shang king himself, in this case Wu Ting (ca. 1200â1180 BC), read the oracle. The ritual and spiritual ability to predict the future was generally a royal monopoly.
Let's look at one of these oracles.
Oracle Bone (early 12th century BC)
(Preface:) Crack-making on chia-shen (day twenty-one), Châu¨ eh divined: (Charge:) âLady Hao will give birth and it will be good.â (Prognostication:) The king read the cracks and said: âIf it be on a ting day that she give birth, it will be good. If it be on a keng day that she give birth, there will be prolonged luck.â
(Verification:) After thirty-one days, on chia-yin (day fifty-one), she gave birth. It was not good. It was a girl.
(Preface:) Crack-making on chia-shen (day twenty-one), Châu¨ eh divined: (Charge:) âLady Hao will give birth and it may not be good.â
(Verification:) After thirty-one days, on chia-yin (day fifty-one), she gave birth. It really was not good. It was a girl.
Translated by David N. Keightley. From The Shorter Columbia Anthology of Traditional Chinese Literature, edited by Victor H. Mair (Columbia University Press, 2000), pp. 3-4.
The council of mice
The mice convened a council to discuss the matter of how to save themselves from cats.
âLetâs find a bell and put it around the catâs neck. When the cat draws near, we will hear the sound of the bell, and weâll have time to hide,â proposed one of the mice.
âThatâs a sensible suggestion,â said another mouse.
âFinding a bell is no problem,â said a third mouse, âbut who is going to hang the bell on the catâs neck?â
There was a long silence. Since there were no volunteers, the matter ended and was never discussed again.
from The Flower of Paradise and Other Armenian Tales, translated and retold by Bonnie C. Marshall
Science Questions -- Probing the Limits (I): The One With the Dicks
Motto: 'Arrakis teaches the attitude of the knife - chopping off what's incomplete and saying: "Now, it's complete because it's ended here."'
from Collected Sayings of Muad'Dib by the Princess Irulan