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geomamma · 2 months
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you are a domino, you are watching everything and everyone collapse around you, you wonder if this was intended to fail from the start, because, then- why else stand up in a row? Who orchestrated this? You want to hate them, but you also want to be them. You know to look for red herrings, and you find them among your friends. Your therapist’s voice is in your head “health in all the spheres of life” Your bank account was hacked. Your job is chaos, you are falling asleep somewhere new three times a week, your dreams have never been more intense, but you cannot feel your tether as your soul drifts further away from protection. A new stomach bug every other week, you tear apart your skin to keep the trichotillomania at bay, group of friends are rifting as dejected attitudes and en passe witch hunts begin, nobody make any sudden movements. BUT I HAVE ADHD. Sus. Your future plans may become obsolete, nothing is certain, and what is certain is silent. “Stay Silent” it never protected me. I have never had anything to hide. Your hair is getting longer. You don’t cut it this time. Life is really beautiful, actually. I am in a whirlwind, I am doing the impossible 5 days a week and thriving in it. I do not know if I ever knew a time without chaos. I do not feel safe, but I feel strong. “Are you coming to the show” I can’t, “we want you around, we’ll make it happen” hell yes.
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geomamma · 4 months
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Particle Collisions
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geomamma · 1 year
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geomamma · 1 year
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This is how the James Web telescope works
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geomamma · 1 year
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geomamma · 1 year
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In some ways, I hide too.
I am constantly changing. Dynamic identity lays a wide map. I don’t stay in one place. I don’t keep the same company. I don’t frequent my favorites.
Yet somehow I am always found out. Someone recognizes me from a place and time I’ve never been. Warmly greets me as a strange acquaintance. I accept the assumption, and assume the role, and every time am touched by kindness.
They open up about their lives, reach out to hold my hand. By the time the conversation has ended—maybe it’s the way my eyes hold light —they realize they were mistaken. But at that realization it is too late. I am now exactly the person they thought me to be.
That was my revelation.
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geomamma · 2 years
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바다연못
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geomamma · 2 years
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Actually, ancient glass, having been rather neglected by archaeology for decades, is a pretty exciting topic in scholarship right now. The main thing is that glass persists–it’s very stable. After fabric rots and metal turns to a scrap of rust, there will lie a necklace, still scattered across a chest that itself has turned mostly to earth. 
Bead typologies, for example (that is, the classification of different styles/shapes/decorative motifs/colors) can allow scholars to trace trade routes, as they study the distributions of different bead types over time and geography. Glass production is kinda industrial in nature, not like spinning or beer that make good cottage industries. It was often produced in one place, and then sold on to artisans elsewhere, and then the beads themselves were traded across entire continents. 
Chemical analysis of the glass can do even more to trace routes, since different compositions and incidence of different mineral contaminants can allow archaeologists to trace glass production to individual sites, thousands of years after the fact. It’s dizzying, really.
The downside is that for a long time, archaeologists regarded beads as unimportant trinkets, and antiquities dealers understood that they were easy to take and easy to move. So an awful lot of the most exceptional beads we have from the distant past spent time in private collections or uncategorized drawers somewhere in a museum back room, so they’ve lost much of what we could have learned from their original provenance. Maybe we’ll be able to turn new analytical tools on some of these to reconstruct more of their past.
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Yoshitaka Amano: King of the Moon (1992)
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Annual Firefall event in Yosemite National Park.
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geomamma · 2 years
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Thinking about androids with disabilities. Weak servos, faulty wiring, damaged vocal processors, cognitive corruption, anything and everything that humans struggle with having a robotic equivalent. And just because they’re mechanical doesn’t mean it’s an easy fix, these are parts that cost thousands of dollars and need a specialized technician if they can be replaced at all. Disability does not disappear even if we can leave our flesh behind.
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Phyllis Shafer, Upper Truckee Gambol, oil on canvas, 24 × 30 inches.
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Brb, gonna go cry. This is just over 1/3rd of my debt since I did get Pell Grants.
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