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A Flower Shaped Rock on Mars : It is one of the more unusual rocks yet found on Mars. Smaller than a penny, the rock has several appendages that make it look, to some, like a flower. Although it would be a major discovery if the rock was truly a fossilized ancient Martian flower, there are less spectacular â and currently preferred â explanations for its unusual structure. One theory that has emerged is that the rock is a type of concretion created by minerals deposited by water in cracks or divisions in existing rock. These concretions can be compacted together, can be harder and denser than surrounding rock, and can remain even after the surrounding rock erodes away. The flower structure may also be caused by crystal clusters. The small rock, named Blackthorn Salt, has similarities to previously imaged Martian pebbles. The featured image was taken by the Curiosity rover on Mars in late February. Scientists will continue to study data and images taken of this â and similar â surprising Martian rocks. via NASA
âIt was the end of a sixteen-year marriage. Iâd just turned 50. I wasnât young anymore. And I knew what it was like to be single in New York; I didnât feel equipped to do it again. We started the divorce process a week before the pandemic hit. None of my usual coping mechanisms were available. I couldnât get a drink with friends, or go to the gym, or go for a run. I was just doing my best to white knuckle through. Iâm part of a Facebook Group called âHooâs Getting Fit,â for Black UVA Alumni. Normally we post our fitness goals and achievements. But during COVID it became much more about emotional support. It was Bryon that had the idea to do a zoom happy hour after work. I knew him a little. Weâd met once during college, at a frat party. We actually still have the photos from that night. His happy hour was well attended. And since we all had this shared college experience, things got intimate pretty quickly. People were sharing personal things: my parents are ill, my child is immunocompromised, my marriage is falling apart. Bryon sent me a personal message after I shared my story. He said: âI also know what thatâs like, when you think you can love enough for the two of you.â He was much further along in his divorce process, so our first few phone calls were a lot of me dumping my shit on him. He started checking in on me. We spoke every day, then multiple times a day. He was pretty open from the beginning: âI canât believe anyone would ever leave you. I really want to take you to dinner.â After nine months he drove up from DC. Heâd always had a full beard in our video calls. But he showed up clean shaven. It was a warm summer night. The restaurants had just begun to reopen, so we ate outside at an Italian restaurant. I took a photo of the way he was looking at me. After dinner we took a walk through the West Village. It was a warm summer night. I was wearing a sun dress. He made me feel so feminine. He held my hand. He got me flowers. He walked on the outside of the sidewalk, which I hadnât seen since my father. It all made me feel so beautiful, and desired, and young again. I felt courted. Thatâs it. Iâd forgotten how that felt: to be courted.â
horrors beyond my comprehension more like horrors beyond my articulation. i know exactly what it is but id never be able to explain it to anyone

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I really can't get over Twitter people being like 'it's time to bring back tumblr' as if it were dead.
Like opening their long abandoned dumpster and finding a vast racoon society thriving.
Itâs fancy knowing how this raccoon society has thrived while no one believed it could, and feeling a little guilty that you kinda thought that; but how the tables have turned thought. But if itâs of something, all this time i really missed tumblr and has had an space in my heart, waiting to be back.
scrolling twitter today and then coming over here is like walking out of a burning building and then walking into the calm remains of a building that burnt down 5 years ago and has been reclaimed by nature.
Once again, Tumblr manages to succeed via just being honest with their users.
I made a post back around April fool's about the crabs being so popular because the joke was that every other website tries to trick you into clicking things so they can make money from your clicks and what if instead a website just asked "please click this revenue generating crab. It is there to generate revenue. In return you will have clicked on a crab. Nothing more." And the answer to that question was "people will frantically click on that crab. They don't hate the idea of the website getting money, they hate the idea of being profited on against their will".
So Tumblr implemented actual revenue crabs. "For this much money you can fill your or someone else's dash with virtual crabs. This will have the effect of there being crabs on their screen."
And people will buy those crabs. Because yes you're spending money on something stupid and useless but it's being sold to you as "hey you want something stupid and useless?", which is a nice change of pace from every other site trying to make itself out to be something more than what it is.
Twitter is floundering with the checkmark system because it's being sold as "confirm that you are someone important and who you say you are is true", which it isn't at all right now because anyone can buy one. You're buying a useless checkmark that only says that YOU think you're important. Or, more often than not right now, you are intending to trick other people into thinking you're someone you're not.
Meanwhile, Tumblr just said "Consider this double check mark. It does nothing. You will be marking yourself as someone who paid money for a meaningless checkmark and sometimes it will randomly turn into a bunch of crabs, making the site harder to use". And the userbase is like "Well sure, that sounds delightful."
The point is, despite what all the marketing and advertising people have tried to say, painting trash gold and trying to pass it off as something better is almost never as effective as just saying "hey you want this trash?"
Why yes, in fact, I do.
Loving how this siteâs userbase analytic abilities havenât stopped shining
there is something so darkly comical about tumblr potentially outliving twitter
tumblr, which is held together with duct tape and madness, run by three raccoons in blood stained Yahoo! hats and a handful of crabs, its only discernible source of income the sale of shoelaces from an inside joke so inside no one knows the original source anymore and fake blue checkmarks... that website still lives on
truly the cockroach of social media and I love it for that
Yes, I just returned and Iâm seeing the shoelaces ad, but thought it was an â¨letâs bring tumblr merch to the streets AESTHETICALLY â¨đ¤đđđ thing, not a joke. Iâm curious now. đĽ¸
âI knew if they ever found out about me, Iâd end up like Johnny Yablonsky. Johnny was soft, he was feminine, he was clearly gay. The neighborhood guys would make him blow them; then beat the shit out of him. He always had a lot of bruises, and absenteeism. He was so defeated. Iâve always assumed he killed himself. And I didnât want the same thing to happen to me. It was a lot of fear, and shame. The fucking shame. I participated in my own self-negation. I laughed at all the jokes. I tried to tighten up on the masculine stuff. Iâd stand in front of the mirror. Iâd practice my walk, my diction, the movement of my hands. Somehow I managed to make it out of that town alive. During our first Christmas break at college, I went with my friend Howie to visit his family in Long Island. Afterward he dropped me off at the airport. He thought I was flying home. But I caught the Greyhound Bus to New York City. I put all my stuff in a luggage locker and started walking down 5th Avenue. It was night. It wasnât lit up like today. All the storefronts were dark; it was like lyric poetry to me. Unopened boxes full of mystery. All I knew was I had to get to Greenwich Village. I kept asking peopleâis this the village, is this the village? They kept saying: further south, further south. Finally I get to the corner of 8th Street and 6th Avenue, and Iâm waiting for the light to change. And this guy starts hitting on me. A few years older than me, good looking. His name was Charlie. And he put a spell on me immediately. From the very first moment, I had a hard-on for Charlie Bacchus. I felt safe with him. He took me to my first gay bar. Then afterward we went to his momâs loft apartment on Washington Square. She happened to be in Rome. So it was just me and Charlie Bacchus, in this gorgeous apartment, with the door closed, cut off from the rest of the world. There was sex, beautiful sex. First time Iâd ever had sex with my shoes off. The next morning I came out of the shower, and wrapped a towel around me. Charlie said: âWhat are you doing? Take that off. Youâre beautiful.â He said it so gently, like someone looking at a painting. And it was my first profound lesson in shedding shame.â

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I hope he can stay happy and forever safe in his reality bubble so someone doesnât break him the news of societyâs aesthetics regarding masculinity.
Casa J. Max RamĂrez, MartĂn Mendalde 926, Del Valle, Benito JuĂĄrez, MĂŠxico DF 1951
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J. Max Ramirez house, Martin Mendalde 926, Del Valle, Benito Juarez, Mexico DF 1951
I just love how in Mexicoâs politics one of the most frequent polemics/discussions are related to how politicians are so used to create agreements and alliances in a feudalistic way, instead of having serious debates about legislation or professionally investigating subjects.
So press, intellectuals or other politicians just start to scold them as if they were kids about how wrong it was, and then proceed to give them 101 lessons in basic legislation subjects and THE RULES OF HOW REAL LIFE DEMOCRACY AND BASIC HUMAN RIGHTS WORK.
And then for coping you make some dark humor jokes, because facing that a political system looks more like a kindergarten where YOUR FUTURE GETS DISCUSSED BY CHILDISH PEOPLE that want to bribe their way out is a very big feeling.
And somehow the country keeps going by the work of some few very intelligent people that find their way to make things happen. And it seems heroic when that happens, but sometimes a feeling stays in your stomach of why it has to be so demanding and pricey, as it leaves dense tolls and legacies.
And then I found this graphâŚ
And many things made sense. Expecting to have the same performance as other countries that have had literacy rates over 90% with a century of advantage really makes a difference.
Some things are still very new in our consciousness, and weâre still finding out how they fully work. And the fact that most of the literature and knowledge are imported due to low internal intelectual activity that most of the time is actually carried by foreigners adds more challenges. It manifest when families that can afford studying abroad do it, because the pedagogy and the data of American or European countries is more consolidated.
And it gets scary when people know that they donât know subjects as professionally as they should, so they get in a âI need to fake itâ mentality for securing high-rank positions that most of the time arenât prepared enough, taking advantage of the urgency they may require to be filled due to the low offers of quality minds and the high demand of them.
This causes a very defensive/paranoiac attitude in them, where theyâre scared of being uncovered or displaced, and when they perceive someone that may have better qualities, they project their deficiencies in them for saving face, or sometimes even manipulate facts for having a justification that explains how they need to be in charge of them, creating unhealthy power dynamics that may end in an abusive spectrum with all the gaslighting and lies needed to keep their image.
They will defend their position by all costs, but with the price of not really having the best performance, which may materialize in poor planing and bad decision making, where people dependent of those institutions or companies where they work can be affected.
For me is the scariest part: seeing how something that may look just funny/cringy at the beginning can end being a tragedy with serious consequences. And damn, thereâre so many examples of this in Mexicoâs history, but that may be for another post.
if you're going to rejoin tumblr you first must go through
the perfume department
Finished with the dusting, now to find new niches!
*heavy breathing and sweating*

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Did you know that beetle wings used to be sewn onto dresses? Like, hundreds of them on each dress? It's equally creepy and beautiful.
oh my stars, anyone have pictures?
Something like this I believe!
thatâs one of the famous ones, a Lady Macbeth stage costume from 1888. apparently it wasnât uncommon in victorian fashion:
we should bring embroidery like this back (but w/ imitation wings). we should all be walking around with beads & wings, clanging
Bring this back in 2019
Thereâs a youtuber who does historical sewing and costumery who did this recently
https://youtu.be/iA8yVDohZ-4
OH MY BEETLEJUICEÂ
To everyone in the comments- No, the beetles arenât killed for their wings. These jewel beetles have short adult lives (2-3 weeks) and the wing casings are harvested after their death to ensure their conservation.
The Victorians did not invent beetlewing art. This species of beetle is indigenous to South and South East Asia where beetle wing art actually originated. Thailand, India, Myanmar, China, and Japan all practiced beetlewing art before the Victorians. Most notably, they have been used for centuries in clothing and art in the Thai royal court. Queen Sirikit has promoted beetlewing art in an effort to revive Thailandâs art and cultural history. Queen Sirikit has also forbidden the harvesting of the wing casings prior to the beetleâs death to protect them.
Unfortunately, it is hard to find old Thai art online but here are a couple of examples.
(Date and artist unknown. Thailand.)
(RenĂŠ Mancini, 1980.) Belongs to Queen Sirikit.
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Heck yeah I love beetlewing embroidery! Iâd like to try it someday! You can buy the wing cases by the hundred on etsy.