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disturbedgent · 1 year

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I convinced my Ag Sci teacher to name her newest reptile fren, a snek, Macaroni bc then when he's fed mice we can say it's time to give this macaroni some cheese. Does the Tumblr like what I've done

This is very similar to what he looks like

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stuffforthestash · 14 days

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I saw a post about tumblr user ages...

Reblogs are welcomed for that sweet, sweet increased data pool (aka getting more than 20 responses 😅)

#for science #tumblr polls #random polls #elder millennial #outing my own age bracket here #and that's okay #because it's for science!

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adj444 · 1 year

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preliminary calf growth notes of mine for your edutainment

#leaving cert #ag science #just needed to put them somewhere on here so that i can't avoid them

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kafkasapartment · 1 month

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"Do not grow old, no matter how long you live. Never cease to stand like curious children before the great mystery into which we were born."

- attributed to Albert Einstein

#quotes #albert einstein #life #wisdom #youth #aging #physics #science #biology

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tygerland · 1 year

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Hilma af Klint The Ten Largest. 1907. Oil on canvas, each piece is 129 × 94 in. (328 × 240 cm). The paintings depict ten stages of human life: Nos. 1 & 2 are Childhood; Nos. 3 & 4 are Youth; Nos. 5, 6, 7 & 8 are Adulthood; Nos. 9 & 10 are Old Age.

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yesterdaysprint · 8 months

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The Spokesman-Review, Spokane, Washington, September 27, 1922

#1920s #roaring 20s #jazz age #vintage #history #einstein #scientist #1922 #science #spokane #washington #australia

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365filmsbyauroranocte · 1 year

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Fire of Love (Sara Dosa, 2022)

#Fire of Love #Sara Dosa #quote #life #documentary #science #volcano #beauty #age #2022 #fear

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oakendesk · 5 months

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Fantastic Universe Science Fiction Oct 1958

Virgil Finlay

#golden age art #pulp magazine art #pulp art #pulp art 1958 #Fantastic Universe Science Fiction #Virgil Finlay art #byronrimbaud

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whereserpentswalk · 9 days

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People don't realize how liminal it is to be a time traveler. How you don't ever really feel like you're in the time you are. Even when you're in your own time, everything is off, your coat was something you bought in interwar France, the book you're reading on the train is from a bookstore you had to visit in Victorian London, even your necklace was given to you by a Neolithic shaman, from a culture the rest of the world can never know. You find yourself acting strange even when in the present, much less in the past you have to work in.

You remember meeting a eunuch in 10th century China, and having him be one of the only people smart and observant enough to realize you were from a diffrent time. You could talk honestly with him, though still you couldn't reveal too much about your time. And it was still so strange hearing him talk casually about work and mention plotting assassinations. You're not allowed to but you still visit him sometimes.

You remember that the few times you were allowed to tell someone everything it was tragic. You knew a young woman who lived in Pompeii, who you had gotten close to, a few days before she would inevitably die. On your last day there you looked into her eyes, knowing soon they'd be stone and ash, that the beauty of her hair would be washed away by burning magma. And you hugged her, and told her that you wanted her to be safe, and told her she was wonderful and that you wanted her to be comfortable and happy. And you let her tongue know the joy of 21st century chocolate, and her eyes see the beauty of animation, knowing she deserved to have those joys, knowing it wouldn't matter soon. And you hugged her the last time, and told her she deserved happiness. And when you left without taking her it was like you were killing her yourself.

You want to take home everyone you're attached to. There's a college student you befriended in eighteen fifties Boston. And you can't help but see him try to solve problems you know humanity is centuries away from solving. And you just want to tell him. And it's not just that, the way he talked about the books and plays he likes, his sense of humor. There's so many people you want him to meet.

You feel the same way about a young woman you met on a viking age longship. She tells stories to her fellow warriors and traders, stories that will never fully get written down, stories that she tells so uniquely and so well. She has so many great ideas. You want so dearly to take her to somewhere she can share her stories, or where she can take classes with other writers, where she can be somewhere safe instead of being out at sea. She'll talk about wanting to be able to do something, or meet people, and you know you're so close to being able to take her, but you never can, unless she accidently finds out way too much then you can't.

You remember the longship that you met that young storyteller on. You were there before, two years ago for you, ten years later for the people on it. The young woman who told you stories wasn't there ten years later, you had been told why then but you only realize now, her uncle, who ran the ship, had been one of the first people to convert to Christianity in his nation. He killed her, either for not converting or for sleeping with women, you're not sure, but he killed her, and bragged about it when you met him ten years later.

You talk to the storyteller on the longship, ask her about the myths you're there to ask her about, the myths that she loves to tell. You look into her eyes knowing it's probably less then a year until her uncle takes her life. You ask her if you think that those who die of murder go to Valhalla. She tells you she hopes not, she doesn't see Valhalla as a gift but as a duty, she hopes for herself to go to Hel, where she wouldn't have to fight anymore. You slip and admit you're talking about her, telling her that you hope that's where she goes when she's killed. You hope to yourself you'll be forced to take her to the twenty first century, you're tempted even to make it worse, you want to have ruined her enough to be able to save her.

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mindblowingscience · 11 months

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Led by renowned palaeoanthropologist Lee Berger, researchers said they discovered several specimens of Homo naledi – a tree-climbing, Stone Age hominid – buried about 30 meters (100 feet) underground in a cave system within the Cradle of Humankind, a UNESCO world heritage site near Johannesburg. "These are the most ancient interments yet recorded in the hominin record, earlier than evidence of Homo sapiens interments by at least 100,000 years," the scientists wrote in a series of yet to be peer-reviewed and preprint papers to be published in eLife. The findings challenge the current understanding of human evolution, as it is normally held that the development of bigger brains allowed for the performing of complex, "meaning-making" activities such as burying the dead. The oldest burials previously unearthed, found in the Middle East and Africa, contained the remains of Homo sapiens – and were around 100,000 years old.

#science #stem #humans #paleontology #homo naledi #stone age

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plusie · 5 months

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yesloulou · 5 months

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brought to you by the genius tags via @dannyric333 <3

#max is a baby science prodigy graduated from oxford at age 15 on track to win some genius nobel when newey pulled him into the world of #motor racing. red bull keeps worrying about max getting poached by (gestures vaguely) idk stanford to start his own lab but for now max #seems content on the pitwall and it absolutely has nothing to do with daniel ricciardo's wife shaped b🍑🍑ty <3 #thanks for coming to my ted talk!#daniel ricciardo #max verstappen #maxiel #f1 #*#**

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amnhnyc · 6 months

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During the ice ages, between 2.6 million and 11,700 years ago, more than 50 different elephant relatives still roamed the globe—including mammoths and mastodons. But by the end of that period, extinctions had wiped out most giant mammals across the world. Today, only three elephant species remain: African savanna elephants, African forest elephants, and Asian elephants.

Learn more about proboscideans at the Museum’s upcoming exhibition: The Secret World of Elephants! Become a Member today, and see it before the public.

Image: © AMNH Library / Warren Mastodon by Charles Knight, circa 1908

#science #amnh #nature #natural history #paleontology #animals #elephants #mammoth #things to do in new york city #natural history museum #museum #ice age

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humanoidhistory · 13 days

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