Chris Pratt Interrupts Interview To French Braid Intern’s Hair

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Corsican vendetta knife with floral detail

also the inscription translates to LET MY WOUND BE FATAL and thats just so good

hypomanics:

fioritoasil:

Corsican vendetta knife with floral detail

also the inscription translates to LET MY WOUND BE FATAL and thats just so good

"Since her death in 1979, the woman who discovered what the universe is made of has not so much as received a memorial plaque. Her newspaper obituaries do not mention her greatest discovery. […] Every high school student knows that Isaac Newton discovered gravity, that Charles Darwin discovered evolution, and that Albert Einstein discovered the relativity of time. But when it comes to the composition of our universe, the textbooks simply say that the most abundant atom in the universe is hydrogen. And no one ever wonders how we know."

Jeremy Knowles, discussing the complete lack of recognition Cecilia Payne gets, even today, for her revolutionary discovery. (via alliterate)

OH WAIT LEMME TELL YOU ABOUT CECILIA PAYNE.

Cecilia Payne’s mother refused to spend money on her college education, so she won a scholarship to Cambridge.

Cecilia Payne completed her studies, but Cambridge wouldn’t give her a degree because she was a woman, so she said fuck that and moved to the United States to work at Harvard.

Cecilia Payne was the first person ever to earn a Ph.D. in astronomy from Radcliffe College, with what Otto Strauve called “the most brilliant Ph.D. thesis ever written in astronomy.”

Not only did Cecilia Payne discover what the universe is made of, she also discovered what the sun is made of (Henry Norris Russell, a fellow astronomer, is usually given credit for discovering that the sun’s composition is different from the Earth’s, but he came to his conclusions four years later than Payne—after telling her not to publish).

Cecilia Payne is the reason we know basically anything about variable stars (stars whose brightness as seen from earth fluctuates). Literally every other study on variable stars is based on her work.

Cecilia Payne was the first woman to be promoted to full professor from within Harvard, and is often credited with breaking the glass ceiling for women in the Harvard science department and in astronomy, as well as inspiring entire generations of women to take up science.

Cecilia Payne is awesome and everyone should know her.

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My Big Fat Greek Wedding (2002)

I had to go to Greek school, where I learned valuable lessons such as, “If Nick has one goat and Maria has nine, how soon will they marry?”

Crazy day at the barn today. 8:30 to 2, thirteen riders, and five staff members. Our last lesson was supposed to be three riders, which was bumped up to five because they brought their nephews with them. After the lesson, I shit you not, the mother actually tried to haggle down the price. It’s like the setup of a joke. “So an Israeli Jew tries to haggle with a Swede…”

MY MOM SHIPS BETHYL

-SCREAMS FOREVER-

bethylforever:

bethylforever:

Because Beth is strong.
[Gentleness does not imply weakness]

Reblogging this set I made, because (Fuck you Aisha) people calling Beth weak is one of my biggest annoyances. Beth wasn’t afraid to stand up to Daryl, she dragged him out of his despair. Beth lost her brother, her father, and her mother and yet she remains hopeful. She refuses to give up, and she wasn’t going to let Daryl give up either. Having hope, when all is hopeless, takes immense strength.

sans soleil (chris marker, 1983)

"We Palestinians trapped inside the bloodied and besieged Gaza Strip call on conscientious people all over the world to act, protest and intensify the boycotts, divestments and sanctions against Israel until it ends this murderous attack on our people and is held to account."

In case you were wondering what Gazans want you to do in order to help. 

We call for a final end to the crimes and oppression against us. We call for:

  • Arms embargos on Israel, sanctions that would cut off the supply of weapons and military aid from Europe and the United States on which Israel depends to commit such war crimes;
  • Suspension of all free trade and bilateral agreements with Israel such as the EU-Israel Association agreement;
  • Boycott, divestment and sanctions, as called for by the overwhelming majority of Palestinian civil society in 2005

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thepeoplesrecord:

The overwhelming silence of Gaza’s streets
July 14, 2014

Mahmoud Darwish, the great Palestinian poet, once called Gaza “an incomparable moral treasure for Arabs.” No matter what our enemies do, Gaza will “not repeat lies and say ‘yes’ to invaders,” he wrote.

Here is the truth about what our Israeli invaders have done to us in recent days. They havekilled more than 170 people. More than thirty of them are children.

They have injured more than one thousand. Most of our victims are civilians.

Everyone in Gaza is a potential target for Israel’s warplanes. We can all be killed — whether we stay at home, go to work, go to a marketplace or pray in a mosque.

No ambition for martyrdom

In Gaza, we call our victims “martyrs,” whether they intended to die or not. Some people in the West find this puzzling. We make no apology for doing so. We have always believed that those who are killed by the Israeli occupation will be rewarded by God in paradise.

I have not been trying to become a martyr. I am a journalist trying to do my job.

Last week, I was trying to ensure that the voices of Gaza are heard in the outside world, something I do all the time.

While I was taking a taxi home after conducting some interviews, I narrowly missed an Israeli drone attack on a motorcycle. Two martyrs died instantly in that attack.

Protecting my children is not easy.

Each day I go to a market near where I live, so that I can buy some food for my family. Munir, my fifteen-year-old son, accompanied me on one of these recent visits. We had to race home. Munir started running first, as we heard the thunderous roar of an Israeli airstrike. I felt compelled to run, too.

When we got back home, I started thinking about what could have happened. What if the Israelis had bombed us?

Too much suffering

Too many people have already lost loved ones. Too many families are suffering.

Muhammad Hamad’s wife, three of his sons and his sixteen-year-old granddaughter were all killed in a bomb attack on Beit Hanoun in northern Gaza.

Eighteen people were wiped out when Israel hit a house and mosque in the Tuffah neighborhood of Gaza City.

Mohammed Khalaf Awad al-Nawasara was just two years old. His brother, Nidal, was four. They were among a family of four killed when Israel bombed al-Meghazi refugee camp in central Gaza.

Risking their lives

Ambulance drivers are risking their lives to bring victims to hospitals. At least two ambulance crew members have been wounded in eastern Gaza City. There are few other vehicles on the road.

It is Ramadan. Usually during this blessed month, we hear vendors calling out to us from their market stalls. They plead with us to buy treats for the iftar, the meal that ends a day of fasting.

Over the past few days, the marketplaces have been silent.

The silence is overwhelming. People on the street look as if they are attending a funeral, as if they are about to bury their dead. Many faces look pale.

This is the third time in less than six years that Israel has subjected us to an all-out attack.

We are traumatized. We are terrorized.

But we are still here. All 1.8 million of us.

Mahmoud Darwish was right. We will never say “yes” to our invaders. They will never defeat us.

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I don’t really belong anywhere. I don’t feel wanted by anybody. I feel like a giant loser all the time.

I’m considering taking a beginner sewing class. I’ve always done everything by hand and it takes forever. It might be nice to learn to work a machine, but I’m afraid that the machine aspect might make sewing might lose its charm. So much of the appeal is the quiet, pleasant monotony of poking and tucking and pulling and the feeling I get when I realize “my hands made this.” 

I stopped being able to envision a future for myself a long time ago and I think that’s why I feel like I’m just spending my life wandering aimlessly after other people’s goals and dreams. 

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