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Equisetum Spores

Equisetum plants (also known as horsetail, snake grass, and puzzlegrass) reproduce through tiny spherical spores rather than seeds. The spores are typically 50 µm across and have four elaters, which are flexible ribbon-like appendages. The elaters fold back in high humidity and deploy upon drying; they are believed to enhance spore dispersal, allowing spores to “jump” upon drying, catch some wind, and escape to a more humid environment.

people who were screaming for justice minutes after the news came out, begging that “the threat” will be faced with a “final solution” suddenly keep quiet. why? to defend whiteness? because if a white man is labelled a terrorist, whiteness will be under attack the same way we condemn all muslims for the actions of a few? it’s dispicable.

I’d been bar-hopping with several friends, and they’d headed home, leaving me in the last bar. As I was getting ready to leave, I saw a guy come in and make his way through the bar, just surveying the scene. There had been a table of college girls toward the back, and I realized that all of them had left except for one girl who was obviously intoxicated. I was in my mid-twenties at the time, and the guy was probably the same or a little older, but the drunk girl was obviously a second year student, maybe even underaged. While I watched, the guy sat down at her table and attempted to talk to her. She was so drunk she could hardly interact with him. I went over to the bartender and asked if he knew where the girl’s friends had gone, and he shrugged, saying that they’d left earlier. While I was standing there talking to him, the strange man got the college girl on her feet, half carrying her, and started toward the door.

Me being me, I intercepted the guy, and asked him if he knew the girl. He insisted that he did, but refused to tell me her name. Then he produced a first name but no last name. Her purse was hanging on her outside arm, just a wristlet around her wrist and I snatched it off her arm, and pulled out her college ID and it was a totally different name than the one the guy had given me. Now that I had the girl’s purse, he started to get angry, but he couldn’t tell me where she lived, or anything else about her. He kept insisting that he was just going to give her a ride home, and I kept refusing to let them leave. The entire time, the bartender just watched, like he didn’t know what to do.

Finally, the guy let go of the girl and kind of shoved her toward me (she could barely stand on her own) and then he starts telling me that I should mind my own business, and that I’ve got some nerve insinuating that he was anything but a good samaritan trying to make sure a drunk girl got home safely. I informed him that I was going to call a cab for the girl, and he asked me if I was going to call one for myself, because it was late, and “not very safe for single girls with bad attitudes to walk anywhere alone” I have never been easily intimidated by anyone, and I’ve grown up working on farms and training horses, so physically I’m very fit and strong even though I’m only 5'5. I told him I’d never met anyone I couldn’t handle yet, but that he was welcome to step up and try me. He blew me off and left the bar in a huff.

I called a cab. The bartender asked who was paying for it, and I told him I would if the bar wouldn’t, and then wondered what it would do for their reputation if people found out this was how they treated college girls in a college town. After that, the bartender offered to pay for the cab. I called numbers in the girl’s phone (she just sat there in a drunk stupor) until I got ahold of her roommate (who hadn’t gone out that night) and explained what had happened. The roommate gave me their address and told me that she was going to go out front and wait for the cab. When the cab got to the bar, I told the driver where to go, and that I had his cab number, and the girl’s roommate was waiting for him, and that if anything went wrong, it was going to be his ass. He was dubious, but left with the girl, and within 15 minutes the girl’s roommate texted me on my phone and told me that she’d gotten her friend and everything was fine.

I was out with a friend tonight doing one of my fave things. Reading the backs of romance novels aloud. Found this gem.

“As Hilda’s buttermilk bosoms squished up against his granite abs, Torolf almost had a dick aneurysm.”

“Torolf entered her like she was a lottery. His engorged pecker pushed inside her and she felt fulfilled with sexual fulfillment.”

“Her body was like a beautiful flower that was opening and somebody was pushing their dick inside it.”

These high-speed stars seem to defy laws of physics. Now scientists have an explanation.

Astronomers may have figured out the key to a select group of about 20 stars that previously stumped them.

These stars, called hypervelocity stars, are racing through our Milky Way galaxy as fast as 2.7 million miles per hour. 

That’s fast enough to actually break out of the galaxy — and so fast that scientists couldn’t figure out how these stars existed.

A paper published online in April that will appear in the August issue of Monthly Notices of the Royal Astronomical Society offers a new theory.

Its authors latched onto a coincidence previous researchers had noticed about the very fastest stars: They aren’t spread evenly across the sky. Instead, there’s a cluster of them around where we see the constellations Leo and Sextans. Read more (7/7/17)