gallifrey-feels:

brainstatic:

historical-nonfiction:

A Pythagorean cup looks like a normal drinking cup, except that the bowl has a central column in it. It was supposedly invented by Pythagoras of Samos (yes, that one). It allows the user to fill the cup with wine up to a certain level. If the user fills only to that level, the imbiber may enjoy a drink in peace. If, however, the user gets greedy, the cup dumps all the wine into the unfortunate victim’s lap.

Pythagoras sounds like a real asshole.

You didn’t pick that up in high school?

gallifrey-feels:

brainstatic:

historical-nonfiction:

A Pythagorean cup looks like a normal drinking cup, except that the bowl has a central column in it. It was supposedly invented by Pythagoras of Samos (yes, that one). It allows the user to fill the cup with wine up to a certain level. If the user fills only to that level, the imbiber may enjoy a drink in peace. If, however, the user gets greedy, the cup dumps all the wine into the unfortunate victim’s lap.

Pythagoras sounds like a real asshole.

You didn’t pick that up in high school?

chroniclesofamber:

Cyber-Dys-Punk-Topia

“There was a place near an airport, Kowloon, when Hong Kong wasn’t China, but there had been a mistake, a long time ago, and that place, very small, many people, it still belonged to China. So there was no law there. An outlaw place. And more and more people crowded in; they built it up, higher. No rules, just building, just people living. Police wouldn’t go there. Drugs and whores and gambling. But people living, too. Factories, restaurants. A city. No laws.

William Gibson, Idoru

It was the most densely populated place on Earth for most of the 20th century, where a room cost the equivalent of US$6 per month in high rise buildings that belonged to no country. In this urban enclave, “a historical accident”, law had no place. Drug dealers, pimps and prostitutes lived and worked alongside kindergartens, and residents walked the narrow alleys with umbrellas to shield themselves from the endless, constant dripping of makeshift water pipes above….

Kowloon ‘Walled’ City lost its wall during the Second World War when Japan invaded and razed the walls for materials to expand the nearby airport. When Japan surrendered, claims of sovereignty over Kowloon finally came to a head between the Chinese and the British. Perhaps to avoid triggering yet another conflict in the wake of a world war, both countries wiped their hands of the burgeoning territory.

And then came the refugees, the squatters, the outlaws. The uncontrolled building of 300 interconnected towers crammed into a seven-acre plot of land had begun and by 1990, Kowloon was home to more than 50,000 inhabitants….

Despite earning its Cantonese nickname, “City of Darkness”, amazingly, many of Kowloon’s residents liked living there. And even with its lack of basic amenities such as sanitation, safety and even sunlight, it’s reported that many have fond memories of the friendly tight-knit community that was “poor but happy”.

“People who lived there were always loyal to each other. In the Walled City, the sunshine always followed the rain,” a former resident told the South China Morning Post….

Today all that remains of Kowloon is a bronze small-scale model of the labyrinth in the middle a public park where it once stood.

This isn’t to say places like Kowloon Walled City no longer exist in Hong Kong….

— from Anywhere But Here: Kowloon “Anarchy” City

Anonymous asked:

How does a girl get your attention?

Not being anonymous is a really good start :)

Anonymous asked:

Do you have a gf? If not, what kind girl do you like?

No I don’t anon, just like 50 crushes a week. And any type to be honest. I’m a simple guy. If it clicks it clicks, if it doesn’t oh well.

stripclubcoupons:

lifemadesimple:

Step by Step: A Great way of Painting your own Mural without Knowing how to Draw

not-your-regular-mom:

i think i have reblogged this a total of 9 times and i don’t give a care

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  • Northern Wind

Northern Wind
by City and Colour

Extended “bathroom break” to hide from a psycho client.

Extended “bathroom break” to hide from a psycho client.

  • You Can Do Better Than Me

You Can Do Better Than Me
by Death Cab for Cutie

theyllseeuswavin:

my old clothes don’t fit like they once did
so they hang like ghosts of the people I’ve been

myidealhome:

(Source: kateoplis)

nprmusic:

What makes Mother Falcon, the 17-member chamber-rock collective, so alluring isn’t its size, but rather the way it uses all its members in the service of great, snappy, stirring, frequently uplifting songs. 
Watch Mother Falcon play NPR’s Tiny Desk. 

nprmusic:

What makes Mother Falcon, the 17-member chamber-rock collective, so alluring isn’t its size, but rather the way it uses all its members in the service of great, snappy, stirring, frequently uplifting songs. 

Watch Mother Falcon play NPR’s Tiny Desk