Ticket stubs and carnival glass.
sunshinychick:


futurescope:

Solar energy that doesn’t block the view

A team of researchers at Michigan State University has developed a new type of solar concentrator that when placed over a window creates solar energy while allowing people to actually see through the window. It is called a transparent luminescent solar concentrator and can be used on buildings, cell phones and any other device that has a clear surface. And, according to Richard Lunt of MSU’s College of Engineering, the key word is “transparent.”

[read more at MSU] [paper] [picture credit: Yimu Zhao]




I want one.

sunshinychick:

futurescope:

Solar energy that doesn’t block the view

A team of researchers at Michigan State University has developed a new type of solar concentrator that when placed over a window creates solar energy while allowing people to actually see through the window. It is called a transparent luminescent solar concentrator and can be used on buildings, cell phones and any other device that has a clear surface. And, according to Richard Lunt of MSU’s College of Engineering, the key word is “transparent.”

[read more at MSU] [paper] [picture credit: Yimu Zhao]

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I want one.

We tell our women “get into science, get into math, get into the pipeline.” Who wants to be in a pipeline full of acid?

Alicia Menendez - The View

I’m at the car dealership, waiting for my service recall to be completed, and this statement caught the attention of every woman in the room. Unsurprisingly, they all nodded in assent while the few men in the room looked uncomfortable.

The point is valid: even if access to STEM and other male dominated fields is made available, we need to do something about the culture in the field. Access to a pipeline full of acid, while it is still access, serves to maintain inequality.

(via glintglimmergleam)

so my sister works in STEM & if you talked to her for like 5 minutes she can tell you how true this is. it’s fucking poisonous

(via verybereft)

To an extent it’s a problem with fandom: the fact is that you’ve got thousands of intelligent people thinking about a problem, and statistically speaking some of them are likely to come up with something more clever than the creators. […] There comes a point at which, frankly, fandom IS better than the creators. We have more minds, more cumulative talent, more voices arguing for different kinds of representation, more backstory… The thing is that I rarely get involved with a show without a fandom anymore, because I actually enjoy the analysis and fic and fun more than I enjoy the show itself. Similarly, I get drawn into shows I otherwise wouldn’t really consider by the strength of their fandom. And I want the shows to live up to their fandom, but it’s an almost impossibly high bar, because the parts of fandom I choose to engage with are often parts that wouldn’t be considered sufficiently accessible or relevant to a majority of viewers. So… basically, for me, fandom is primary, and canon is secondary. The latter is really only there to facilitate the former.

glitterarygetsit, in a discussion on fan responses to media on facebook

#this is the first time i’ve really articulated this #and i was quite pleased with it #this is the thing: i care so much less about original material than i do about fanworks

(via imorca)

sandwagon:

crocodilepatronus:

{ Xena + tumblr text }

<3 Xena <3

For Stringy.

It is finally my turn to request entrance to the Birthday Unending. I bring freshly-baked breads of various kinds as well as my chronic anxiety and worry about the future. Also a cat. Because the Birthday can't have too many cats.

seananmcguire:

IT IS TRUE: NO BIRTHDAY CAN HAVE TOO MANY CATS.  HELLO, BIRTHDAY CHILD, AND HELLO, FELINE COMPANION.  THERE ARE FINE MICE TO BE POUNCED UPON, IN THE TALL GRASS, AND FINE FIREFLIES TO CHASE, IN THE TWILIGHT.

WE WILL NOT TELL YOU NOT TO WORRY, FOR WORRY IS A CONSTANT: ALL THINGS WORRY.  BUT WE WILL TELL YOU THAT YOU WILL NEVER WALK ALONE, FOR THE BIRTHDAY WILL BE WITH YOU ALWAYS, AND THAT YOU ARE TREASURED, AND THAT YOU ARE LOVED.  WE WILL TELL YOU THAT THE BIRTHDAY UNDERSTANDS, AND THAT THERE IS NOTHING HERE FOR YOU TO FEAR, NO, NOT EVEN THE CORN, FOR THE CORN CAN BE KIND, WHEN IT HAS CAUSE.

EVEN THE CORN CAN BE KIND.

HERE IS YOUR SEAT AT THE TABLE.  HERE IS YOUR CONICAL HAT.  HERE IS A PLUSH RECREATION OF THE DEAREST IMAGINARY FRIEND OF YOUR CHILDHOOD, TO BE HELD AND HUGGED WHEN THE ANXIETY RISES TOO STRONGLY.  ANXIETY IS A MONSTER LIKE ANY OTHER.  IT CAN BE DEFEATED.  YOU CAN DEFEAT IT.  WE PROMISE.

WELCOME TO THE BIRTHDAY.  WELCOME TO THE BIRTHDAY.  WELCOME TO THE BIRTHDAY UNENDING.

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AWESOME.

AWESOME.

I needed this today.

whoneedsfeminism:


"I need feminism because I was kicked out of a coding class because I ‘distracted’ the boys."

whoneedsfeminism:

"I need feminism because I was kicked out of a coding class because I ‘distracted’ the boys."

phatfred:

yoursocialconstructsareshowing:

your-lies-ruin-lives:

persephoneholly:

Anecdotes by medical practitioners

"A woman came in for a baby check with her 6-month-old and she had what looked like chocolate milk in the baby’s bottle. So he started explaining to her as kindly as he could that she shouldn’t be giving her baby chocolate milk. At which point she interrupts him and says, ‘Oh that isn’t chocolate milk. It’s coffee! He just loves it!”

"I had a patient come in for an STD check. She was very upset and continued to tell me that she only had one partner. Progressing through my assessment, she further divulged that even if he was sleeping with other people it shouldn’t matter ‘because he uses a condom every time and he makes sure to wash it thoroughly after every use’.”

"Had a lady who measured her baby’s temperature by pre-heating the oven and putting one hand in front of it while the other hand was on the baby’s forehead. She told the nurse her baby’s fever was about 250 degrees.”

"Lady has to have foot amputated and is given waiver forms to sign pre-op. Buddy asks if she needs time to think about it. She’s very nonchalant and doesn’t seem to care much what they do. He gets suspicious and probes a bit as to why she’s not more concerned. She says she gets that they have to operate and it’s OK because the foot will grow back.”

"I had a couple who had been trying to conceive for over two years. I asked all the usual questions, how often do you have sex, any previous pregnancy, etc etc. Something seemed off to me during the consult, so I continued to ask questions. Finally I asked if he ejaculated while inserted into the vagina. Both parties looked confused.Turns out the couple was not having insertional sex at all. I had to awkwardly explain to them how insertional sex works. Diagrams were required.”

"Patient comes in, she’s upset. She’s pregnant, and she doesn’t understand why. She’s on the pill. Upon talking to her at great length, I find out that she only takes the pills on the days that she is sexually active – no other time.”

"Patient comes in with her bf. They are indignant, as if somehow I could’ve prevented [the pregnancy]. The problem? Well, the pills were bothering the girl’s stomach, so, being a gallant bf, he decided to start taking them instead.”

“I was explaining the treatment to the husband of a patient about to be discharged. He kept nodding and agreeing with me, but I knew it was flying over his head. Turned out a fundamental problem was that I was describing the drugs as ‘tablets’ and he had no clue what those were.”

Reddit thread 

This literally
astounds.

But we totally don’t need sexual education in this country. 

omg

"But EVERYBODY knows…" what?

o.0


After about the fifth such sculpture, the other mole rats began to suspect that Roger was compensating for something.——————I CAN EXPLAIN!Okay, it’s basically the same explanation as the last time this happened, I admit. A recent painting I did garnered an otherwise fine comment, which included a caveat to the effect that the viewer thought I had gotten over the phallic rock thing.Because I am a bad, small, petty, terrible, spiteful person, the overwhelming desire to paint a phallic rock RIGHT THIS MINUTE nearly flattened me. I had a half-dozen pieces of gessoboard, fresh from the store, and it took an effort of will not to do variations on every single piece (which, on the 18 x 36, might have been a little overwhelming.) This is an acrylic on gessoboard, 6 x 24. Because damnit, you never get over the desire to paint giant stone wang. Roger just sort of showed up, and something about his expression—probably a lot like mine as I was painting it—made me keep him around.Now I just want to do a whole series…”Four Seasons of a Suspiciously Phallic Rock Formation” or something. Sadly, it’d probably be easier to get that into a gallery than most of my other work. Well, as long as I left out the mole rat. - Ursula Vernon


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After about the fifth such sculpture, the other mole rats began to suspect that Roger was compensating for something.

——————
I CAN EXPLAIN!

Okay, it’s basically the same explanation as the last time this happened, I admit. A recent painting I did garnered an otherwise fine comment, which included a caveat to the effect that the viewer thought I had gotten over the phallic rock thing.

Because I am a bad, small, petty, terrible, spiteful person, the overwhelming desire to paint a phallic rock RIGHT THIS MINUTE nearly flattened me. I had a half-dozen pieces of gessoboard, fresh from the store, and it took an effort of will not to do variations on every single piece (which, on the 18 x 36, might have been a little overwhelming.) This is an acrylic on gessoboard, 6 x 24. Because damnit, you never get over the desire to paint giant stone wang. Roger just sort of showed up, and something about his expression—probably a lot like mine as I was painting it—made me keep him around.

Now I just want to do a whole series…”Four Seasons of a Suspiciously Phallic Rock Formation” or something. Sadly, it’d probably be easier to get that into a gallery than most of my other work. Well, as long as I left out the mole rat. - Ursula Vernon

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