Pink Sky
I’ll miss being able to take these sunset shots next year.
I’ll miss being able to take these sunset shots next year.
Word of the day: aquitard - This word just made me laugh out loud.
10 Things I Hate About Commandments - The classic movie remixed into a trailer for a comedy.
Unbelievable old school remixed dancing - They took old footage and put it to new music. This is incredible dancing - someone teach me.
The Emperor finds out about Death Star mishap - Thank you stop-motion geekery.
She hung up the phone and I listened as, in a twist of irony, the dial-tone harmonized perfectly with George Winston’s “Living Without You” playing in the background. I listened until the tone stopped and the busy signal took over, beeping a relentless rhythm against my tired eardrums. I wondered if I would ever understand love, why it makes us do what we do, what it should be like, who are models of it, or even something as deceivingly simple as its definition.
The people on the island of Pingelap have a genetic propensity to the extremely rare condition of complete colorblindness. In a lush tropical world exploding with every color in the spectrum, they are left without the ability to perceive anythings other than shades of brightness. In his book Island of the Colorblind, author Oliver Sacks outlines the way the island people describe their world with a vocabulary limited to a world of grays. No matter how vividly these people paint their linguistic pictures, they are still missing an entire dimension of the thing: its colors. I believe humans are the same way with love. No matter how many books, sonnets, poems, and songs we push out into the ether in bursts of lovesick creativity, we still miss entire dimensions of our feeling … we simply can not see.
It would seem that our inherent inability to understand or describe love imbues in it a sense of mystery. The bitter and the ignorant masquerading as wise pretend they understand, saying “love is chemical,” “love is what we think we feel when we are under the influence of a more basic instinct,” or, gnerally, “love is defined as X.” Much like guidelines of morality, love is by its nature, underdetermined. It has to be. Otherwise, we would have some sort of rulebook, and the preposterous idea of “love schools” would be a reality. Love is tough (note that, I didn’t say “defined by” ;).
I don’t understand what love is. I can not see some of its characteristics. My best hope is to, like the people of Pingelap, paint the best I can with a limited palette.
I think computer viruses should count as life. I think it says something about human nature that the only form of life we have created so far is purely destructive. We’ve created life in our own image.
— Stephen Hawking
A Man Using Computers to Hear Music - A great story of the very real ways advances in technology can benefit those who depend on them for their senses. I would imagine Stephen Hawking’s setup has improved by orders of magnitude over the years.
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