Best drinks this side of the Citadel!
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Scientist say they have managed to turn patients’ own skin cells into healthy heart muscle in the lab.
Ultimately they hope this stem cell therapy could be used to treat heart failure patients.
As the transplanted cells are from the individual patient this could avoid the problem of tissue rejection, they told the European Heart Journal.
Gottschall’s encouraging thesis is that human beings are natural storytellers—that they can’t help telling stories, and that they turn things that aren’t really stories into stories because they like narratives so much. Everything—faith, science, love—needs a story for people to find it plausible. No story, no sale.
Do entertaining stories make us more ethical? “The only way to find out is to do the science,” Gottschall says, reasonably enough, and then announces that “the constant firing of our neurons in response to fictional stimuli strengthens and refines the neural pathways that lead to skillful navigation of life’s problems” and that the studies show that therefore people who read a lot of novels have better social and empathetic abilities, are more skillful navigators, than those who don’t.
Good scientific theories are always startling, too. The narrative excitement of the great scientific theories, far from residing in their reassuring simplicity, lies in their similarly radical exclusions, their shocks: Everything in the whole universe is instantly attracting everything else! Everything! The big earth is dully pulling the apple and the apple is pluckily pulling on the earth.
— Can Science Explain Why We Tell Stories? : The New Yorker (via myserendipities)(via wildcat2030)
Saltwater Crocodile embryos. Image 1 15 days after fertilisation. Image 2 just prior to hatching.
The saltwater crocodile (Crocodylus porosus) is the largest of allcrocodilians, and the largest reptile in the world, with unconfirmed reports of individuals up to an impressive eight to ten metres in length, although a maximum of five to six metres is more usual(2) (3) (5). The species has a relatively large head, with a pair of ridges that run from the eye along the centre of the snout. Adults are generally dark in colour, with lighter tan or grey areas, and dark bands and stripes on the lower flanks. The underside is creamy yellow to white, becoming greyer along the tail. The juvenile is usually pale tan, with black stripes and spots on the body and tail, which gradually fade with age, although never disappear entirely. Female saltwater crocodiles grow to a smaller size than males, normally reaching a maximum length of 2.5 to 3 metres (3).
With its long, powerful tail, webbed hind feet, and long, powerful jaws, the saltwater crocodile is a superbly adapted aquatic predator. As in all crocodilians, the eyes, ears and nostrils are located on top of the head, allowing the crocodile to remain almost totally submerged when lying in water, helping to conceal it from potential prey, while a special valve at the back of the throat allows the mouth to be opened underwater without water entering the throat (2) (6). The saltwater crocodile is considered to be more aquatic than most crocodilians, and is less heavily armoured along the back and neck (3).
I always wonder what’s going through Zuko’s head in this moment.
Because you can tell in the moment he pauses before he speaks that he is having a lot of thoughts.
Like:
‘The fuck is he on? Is he being deprived of oxygen at this high altitude or just high? Is the moon a metaphor for something? Is he being poetic? Because that seemed awfully literal. Maybe we’re having a moment. I think we’re having a moment. Shit, I suck at moments. I should say something reassuring. But the fuck do you say to a guy who thinks his girlfriend is a celestial object?’
“…that’s rough, buddy.”
‘Fuck my life I’m the most awkward lion-turtle ever.’
(via iamclearlyawizard)
Convergent plate boundaries - pretty much THE most badass of all of the plate boundaries (the word badass? - not usually my thang (the word thang, not usually my thing), particularly given in my native Australia we might me more inclined to say badarse, which frankly, is lame - but in this instance I think it is warranted).
Basically, two huge chunks of the earth (fine, the lithosphere - the outermost ‘shell’ if we’re going to get technical), crash into each other - and by crash I obviously mean collide with speeds of 2-10 CENTIMETERS per YEAR.
Now my sarcastic inflection might lead you to believe that I think that this speed of CONVERGENCE (if you will) is PITIFULLY slow - not so, fine readers. You see as tectonic plates converge two different things can happen - these two things depend on what BREED of tectonic plates are involved (continental or oceanic):
1. Continental COLLISION - as my capitalisation suggests, its pretty epic
or
2. A process called subduction in which one plate is SUCKED underneath the other…I know right, gross.
As a result of these processes shit goes down - and by shit goes down, I obviously mean generally that shit goes up - ie. mountains and volcanoes.
There can be some fairly distressing side effects to all of this EPIC tectonic action for us humans (earthquakes and resulting tsunamis being most notable) - and for that reason we should all LEARN as much as we can about the POWERS THAT BE that control our Earth (obv those HANDS controlling the plates in my last photoset…right…wait..what).
(via geologyrocks)
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“The Gentlemen of Bacongo” is a book Released in 2009, by Photographer Daniele Tamagni. The book features a subculture in the Congo where men express their creativity through their clothing. They are part of a cultural movement called Le Sape “a clique of extraordinarily dressed dandies from the Congo. Despite years war and abject poverty, these men dress in tailored suits, silk ties, and immaculate footwear
This is Africa, our Africa
This is the classiest thing that has ever appeared on my dashboard. And now, on yours.
