Stop this telegram.
23. Florida.
When this blog started, I was 90% sure that it would be a completely separate thing from my real life. That number is steadily shrinking.
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Photo reblogged from Pappus' plane
Moons and some rings of Saturn, photographed by Cassini, 1 June 2004. Enceladus is the largest moon seen here (the four diffraction spikes from the narrow-angle camera are unusually clear). Prometheus sneaks into a couple of frames at the end, just inside the F Ring. Outside the F Ring are the co-orbital moons Janus and Epimetheus, and I’ve chosen the end-point of the gif so that one loops almost seamlessly into the other.
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The rider of this bike was very lucky she wasn’t killed. With the warmer weather, more and more are going to be taking to the streets on bicycles, and it is incredibly important for both motorists and cyclists to be aware of each other. Wear helmets, observe the right of way, and make yourself aware of the traffic laws pertaining to bicycles. I am offering free learning rides to all new cyclists to instill safe practices and habits as early as possible. (at Ybor City)
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Photoset reblogged from NEVER TO LATE
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Photo reblogged from all that we see or seem is but a dream
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Photoset reblogged from The Art of Google Books
Severe distortion: “a remarkable collection of (what can only be described as) hallucinogenic architectural views and plans.” Pointed out by asfaltics here.
Throughout The Builder, v. 77 (1899). Original from the University of Michigan. Digitized February 26, 2011.
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Photo reblogged from Ben Javens
Bicycle
Coming up with new ideas for work can be tricky. I made this today and was instantly hit with the realisation that this idea surely has to have been had before, but I like it so here it is for all to see. Sorry if this is an infringement on anyone’s work and if you feel it is then let me know because I’d be more than happy to take it down.
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Post reblogged from A Truth Universally Acknowledged
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I was on my way to work, zoned out listening to some old school Shania Twain to get my life right, when two construction worker types got on the train at Penn Station. They were both middle-aged white guys with Long Island accents, mustaches, dirty jeans — the type of guys you’d expect to see on a building site. I caught a piece of their conversation when the music died before the song changed, and I decided to record them.
