pic.twitter.com/s6U09iACPk — wongsusie (@withnomoney) July 20, 2018 ENTER THE DRAGON (1973) #fridayframes #brucelee pic.twitter.com/opyYVPpD4k — ULTRAKiLLBLAST (@ultrakillblast) July 20, 2018 Have you ever really looked at Astana, Kazakhstan? It's like Egypt fucked Atlantis: pic.twitter.com/9IcTHS09TT — The Higherside Chats (@HighersideChats) July 19, 2018 Christophe Agou – @janet_rob3rts pic.twitter.com/wT6hhufxVR — Xavi Daniel (3Nines) (@xavierdaniel999) July 19, 2018
LINKS Atlas Obscura: Ghost Dunes on Mars IT’S NOT A GREAT IDEA to sunbathe on Mars. But if you really wanted to, and you lived a few billion years ago, we now know where you might have gone. In a recent study in the Journal of Geophysical Research, planetary geomorphologist Mackenzie Day and astrobiologist David
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AMERICA Tyler Cowen: Why are Americans so loud? I can think of a few hypotheses: 1. At least originally, Americans had much more space than did Europeans, and this is still true to some degree. That induce norms of loudness, which have to some extent persisted. 2. America is a nation of immigrants, with English-language
ACADEMIA Portland State University professor Bruce Gilley discusses how many academics and scholars reacted to his paper “The Case for Colonialism”: …it was the intellectual vacuity of the mobs that surprised, and discouraged. The colonial encounter was huge, epochal, varied and complex. To reduce it to a bumper sticker is worse than wrong, it is
#CAVETWITTER —What is #CaveTwitter? Plato begins to weep as he shackles himself to the wall, praying to the shadows. You walk on by, each step algorithmically ticcing in time with the nothingness suffocating you; the Cave loves you, kinda. A group of pagans greet you. They’ve stopped already, pure deceleration to the point of minus-death.