The White House, Isle of Coll, Scotland - WT Architecture
you learn about a hummingbird species named “flame-throated sunangel” or “sparkling-tailed woodstar” or “purple-crowned fairy” or “shining sunbeam” or “sapphire-spangled emerald” or “amethyst-throated sungem” (these are all real hummingbirds). and you think “all the superlative descriptions of hummingbirds must be exaggerations”. then you learn that this hummingbird has like magnificent luminous aquamarine or sparkling-gold or iridescent flaming-orange feathers on its back, or glittering throat patches with mesmerizing color transitions from deep purple to vibrant pink. and maybe its maximum size is smaller than a bumblebee, with an adult weight of 0.09 ounces (this is a real hummingbird). maybe it hovers in-place in mid-air and can beat its wings at 200 beats per second (this is a real hummingbird). maybe multiple flower species have essential mutualistic relationships with the birds. maybe there is an entire lineage of so-called “flower mites”, tiny arachnids that use hummingbirds to travel between plants and can only feed on specific flower nectar pollinated by hummingbirds (this is real). or maybe the species lives only very high on the slopes of a single mountain where its beak is specially customized to feed on the nectar of a single flower species (real). and maybe there are two dozen or more species of hummingbirds which only live in small isolated pockets of high-elevation fog-shrouded cloud forests in very specific humid microhabitats in the misty and forested peaks of the tropical Andes or Mesoamerica. where every mountain range’s special combination of mist and fog and flowers and nectar creates a home for a unique bird. maybe they love sugar, just like me. and you’re like “this can’t be real”.
Rude of you to paint such a beautiful word picture but make me Google the birds themselves.
Flame-throated sunangel:
Sparkling-tailed woodstar:
Purple-crowned fairy:
Shining sunbeam:
Sapphire-spangled emerald:
Amethyst-throated sunangel:
My personal favorite: Velvet-purple coronet
twilight had a side job as ponyvilles pharmacist pre-princessification
Perhaps the most-terrifying space photograph around.
Astronaut Bruce McCandless II floats untethered away from the safety of the space shuttle, with nothing but his Manned Maneuvering Unit keeping him alive. The first person in history to do so.
Credit: NASA
Why did he do this
to take the most terrifying photograph of someone in space ever would be my guess
[Image ID: A black and white, hatchmarked sketch of a raccoon standing four-legged in front of the bottom of a long mirror, it is at an angle so we can see the raccoon and the face and head of its reflection. Text below it in a serif-font states 'I am beautiful.' End ID]
the inescapable structure of tragedy, the lines of causality
matthew stover, star wars episode III: revenge of the sith novelization / prophetic perfect tense / louise glück, the triumph of achilles / hadestown, “road to hell” / sunnyscenegenerator / joanna newsom, “waltz of the 101st lightborne”
Imagine being in your 80s and looking this good 😭 they so badass
Ice delivery man in Houston, TX circa 1920 Check this blog!
why did he eat this
Historian finishing a dissertation on the ice industry here. For once, I am not here to take away your joy! “Oh no, the ice man is too sexy and he’s going to fuck my wife while I’m not home” was a legit moral panic for DECADES. So much so that if you were fancy, you could get an icebox built into your wall so the dirty, sexy ice man didn’t have to come inside your house with your delicate, impressionable wife. This pic is going in the diss if I can chase down the correct citation for it.
We have an ice box in our house (built in Portland in 1915) and I just got to read this post very excitedly to our wife. :D
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