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hello everyone I recently made some roller derby magnets that are now up in my etsy shop!! I’ll be making more magnets (and pins!) soon of other things once I have a bit of time. and requests are encouraged! please!
anyway thank you for looking and have a nice night :*
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You want a physicist to speak at your funeral. You want the physicist to talk to your grieving family about the conservation of energy, so they will understand that your energy has not died. You want the physicist to remind your sobbing mother about the first law of thermodynamics; that no energy gets created in the universe, and none is destroyed. You want your mother to know that all your energy, every vibration, every Btu of heat, every wave of every particle that was her beloved child remains with her in this world. You want the physicist to tell your weeping father that amid energies of the cosmos, you gave as good as you got.
And at one point you’d hope that the physicist would step down from the pulpit and walk to your brokenhearted spouse there in the pew and tell him that all the photons that ever bounced off your face, all the particles whose paths were interrupted by your smile, by the touch of your hair, hundreds of trillions of particles, have raced off like children, their ways forever changed by you. And as your widow rocks in the arms of a loving family, may the physicist let her know that all the photons that bounced from you were gathered in the particle detectors that are her eyes, that those photons created within her constellations of electromagnetically charged neurons whose energy will go on forever.
And the physicist will remind the congregation of how much of all our energy is given off as heat. There may be a few fanning themselves with their programs as he says it. And he will tell them that the warmth that flowed through you in life is still here, still part of all that we are, even as we who mourn continue the heat of our own lives.
And you’ll want the physicist to explain to those who loved you that they need not have faith; indeed, they should not have faith. Let them know that they can measure, that scientists have measured precisely the conservation of energy and found it accurate, verifiable and consistent across space and time. You can hope your family will examine the evidence and satisfy themselves that the science is sound and that they’ll be comforted to know your energy’s still around. According to the law of the conservation of energy, not a bit of you is gone; you’re just less orderly. Amen.
"Aaron Freeman “You Want A Physicist To Speak at your Funeral” (npr)
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theheavingbosom:
Persephone by *bib0un
I am so in love with this.
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Climbed until my hands popped off the holds. Gym was so crowded, fought the urge to scream. I tried to make myself as small as possible between climbs. Sent some V2’s and then retreated into myself until we were able to find a top rope. Flashed a 5.10b, felt cool. Definitely still overgripping, forearms got too pumped and I fell off a pinchy 5.10a.
I want to learn to lead. Once my schedule lines up with Fatballs’, that shit is so on.
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clambistro:
And thus endeth Clem’s sex life. RIP 1999-2013.
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astro-stoner:
I found this in my developmental psychology textbook.
Disappointing.
Something I have tried to do as a father to a little girl is to never shy away from the longer, scientific explanation of something. If it’s something I understand well enough to explain, then I will. I always ask if she has questions. I feel like it pays off because there are times she will ask about some concept I explained to her, weeks after the fact, with follow up questions.
The depressing thing about this graph is how long has it been like this. How many scientific minds did we turn away because of societal …well… bullshit?
fatefellshortthistoime:
“you’re only 18, you’ll regret that tattoo when you’re older” my mom says as she hands me college applications so i can decide on the career i’ll have for the rest of my life
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