jumpingjacktrash:

chirabella:

callmebliss:

thequeensclock:

mysharona1987:

mysharona1987:

The point about the rich, privileged right wing in America.

They can’t understand basic reality or practicality. 

Or how the real world works in the end.

He literally compared needing life-saving healthcare to wanting a nice, fancy expensive sofa.

I mean, my God. Think about this.

That statement is shuddering and downright creepy. 

When you’re poor you play the game of “is this worth going to the doctor or hospital for?” 

This is the story of the ear/sinus infection(s) I have apparently had for half a decade

They… they know that being ill isn’t optional, right?

no because they live by the just world fallacy

they are rich and privileged because they deserve it for being good people

if you get sick it must be because you aren’t good enough

this is literally what conservatives believe

argumate:

femmenietzsche:

In the last few months I wound up unfollowing a bunch of people for excessive political talk (on Twitter, not talking about any of you), and it’s amazing how all these people who seemed like such essential and fun follows completely disappeared from my consciousness instantly, like they’d never been there in the first place. It’s to me an uncomfortable reminder of how ephemeral and inconsequential almost all online interaction is, and how easy it would be to disappear without leaving so much as a ripple in other’s lives, even though things feel so tangible in the moment. Not that I haven’t made a few genuine connections, but so much of my time and mental energy is spent in the shallow end of the pool. I like my brand and I like displaying myself, but ultimately it doesn’t add up to anything beyond itself. It’s not generative, it just feels like it is.

“It’s not generative, it just feels like it is” can describe so many things.

itsathought2:

everydayjewels:

wellthatsjustgreat:

A good take on why Trumpkins don’t hear what the rest of us hear when President Trump spews incoherent word salad.

Also why I have limited interest in, or energy for, trying to persuade them through rational debate.

I have been baffled by this all along – I could not for the life of me imagine what his supporters were hearing when they listened to him babble incoherently. He’s like a political Rorschach’s test.

I feel like I’ve had the curtain drawn back.  

I realized I do this to him too. I’m always trying to figure out WHAT THE FUCK HE MEANS.  Only because I don’t like him and what he stands for,  I’m actually trying to parse reality from it, so it strikes me as insane.  

But if I was predisposed to him, my mind would decide on something that filled out my preconceived expectation.  

Humans Brains are so fucking weak and wrong. 

The Tin Woodman knew very well he had no heart, and therefore he took great care never to be cruel or unkind to anything.

“You people with hearts,” he said, “have something to guide you, and need never do wrong; but I have no heart, and so I must be very careful.

L. Frank Baum. “The Wonderful Wizard of Oz.” (via houndsoflovemp3)

burndownmiddletown:

mr-hoodrat:

roe-your-boat:

disparition:

afloydianslip:

fencehopping:

Electron microscope video of a needle on a vinyl record.

H O W 

like you can tell me all you want how the sound is stored in the grooves but fucking H O W 

HOW DOES THAT GET INTO THE NEEDLE

HOW ARE THE VIBRATIONS TURNED INTO MUSIC THAT YOU CAN HEAR???

H O W

The vibrations aren’t “turned into” music, they are music. When vibrations occur inside your inner ear, your brain processes this as sound.

The grooves in a record are an analogy for these vibrations, a method of remembering them so that they can be recreated later on. 

Put your hand on a speaker while loud music is playing and you’ll feel the vibrations. Those are exactly the same vibrations happening inside your ear when you hear the music. 

But how do you capture that? 

Take a surface that vibrates strongly when a sound is played, like the skin of a drumhead for example. Connect that surface to a little tool – when sound causes the surface to vibrate, the tool digs a little bit into some wax, leaving behind a pattern that matches – in proportion – the vibrations of the surface caused by the sound. This is your analogy (hence: analog music). 

Now, when there’s no sound playing, you run that little tool back over the pattern. This causes the skin to vibrate again, this time in response to the tool running over the pattern instead of because of an external sound. The vibrations should match, proportionally, the original vibrations of the music.. and thus these new vibrations, if you were to amplify them, would be a recreation or “recording” of the original music. 

That’s oversimplified of course and things have changed a lot since the days of wax, but that is very basically how the process of recording music worked at first, and the general idea of how sound gets from a groove in a record into your brain. 

(reblogging for Disparition commentary) 

Thank you Science side of tumblr

I hugely appreciate people taking to the time explain stuff like this, as it helps put an end to the “wow, science is magic!” trope that’s become far too common.

Graduation [KiKasa]

thanksillpass:

Kasamatsu thinks this is what dying feels like – you can’t breathe and can feel your brain collapsing on itself, the desperate rush of blood the only sound you can hear. His face feels hot, his palms are wet, and Kise is looking at him patiently and respectfully like Yukio doesn’t look like he’s choking on his own tongue at all.

He tries to calm down by reminding myself that this is it – the graduation, the last stop; they won’t see each other ever again, probably, not if Kasamatsu can help it, he’s going far away enough anyway. Kise rocks on the balls of his feet awkwardly, still aggravatingly patient, and Kasamatsu grits his teeth.

He fists his palm and presses it against Kise’s chest, a little bit more violently than he intended, making Kise stagger back slightly and frown in confusion. Yukio uncurls his fingers slowly and presses his hand flat against Kise’s heart, still unable not looking at him.

He lets go then and turns around to leave, hears a gasp escape Kise’s lips but he keeps going, he won’t turn back, he can’t face him. That’s the one challenge Kasamatsu Yukio has to back down from and he deserves the privilege of running away, he’s worked hard enough to earn it. He’s not a coward.

“You’re a coward, senpai!” Kise shouts, and Yukio falters in his steps.

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