Another 5 Random Italy Facts

* When McDonald’s opened in 1986 in Rome, food purists outside the restaurant gave away free spaghetti to remind people of their culinary heritage

* Italians suffer more earthquakes than any other Europeans. In 1693, an estimated 100,000 people died in an earthquake in Sicily. The most deadly recent quake occurred in Naples in 1980, killing 3,000.

* No other country in Europe has as many volcanoes as Italy. This is because the Italian peninsula stands on a fault line. 3 major volcanoes (Etna, Stromboli, and Vesuvius) have erupted in the last hundred years.

* Italy’s birthrate is the 2nd-lowest in the Western world. Both political and church leaders have expressed concern and have offered rewards to couples who have more than 1 child.

* From 1861 to 1985, more than 26 million people left Italy (mostly from the south) to seek a better life. Only 1 in 4 came home again.

A Confession of Sorts

Back in the mid 1990s when nerd fashion almost dictated that you should buy webspace and publish your own website, I installed a copy of a web development tool from the CD on the front of a magazine, and built a single page website called “ThoughtCafe”. The future of that single page site probably warrants a big rambling post of it’s own at some point. Today we’re not talking about that site though.

Today we’re talking about the second website I published on the internet. It was called “Box of Delights”, and was a fan-site for Tori Amos.

I discovered Tori while watching breakfast TV one weekend morning. She had just arrived in the UK to promote Little Earthquakes, and I remember watching the video for “Silent All These Years” in the back room of my parents house like it was yesterday. A few weeks later I picked up a copy of “Q” magazine, and read an interview with Alanis Morrisette and Tori Amos. The article was titled “Hips, Lips, Tits, Power” - it’s funny, the things you remember.

Tori became an unlikely voice in my head throughout the late 1990s - an unfashionable companion ripped to cassette tape on my knock-off Walkman (“Brit Pop” had happened, and our charts were filled with Blur, Oasis, James, and countless Manchester bands).

Several years later I sat kicking ideas around for a website, and found myself building “Box of Delights”. It had a photo gallery page, a discography, and I ripped a playable track in a new format just emerging called “MP3”. You needed Java in your browser to listen to it.

She has been with me - in my head - for nearly 25 years now. I was going to mention a few favourite albums, but there are so many. She has lived over here for years now - down in Cornwall I believe. Maybe next time I’m down there visiting my parents I’ll look her up. One of my old friends from the US once met her on a tour bus.

“Scarlet’s Walk” - that’s my favourite album. Or maybe “Little Earthquakes”. I don’t know.

Lachesism —

                n.   the desire to be struck by disaster.

i. God, maybe I could have loved you if I’d prayed another way.
Maybe I could have loved you in any life but ours, now. Maybe —

(before we began, I used to ache for a hurricane, an earthquake,
a plane crash, survival to secure my existence)

ii. — I found a catalyst for disaster in you.

(now is after and I ache for the promise of yours)

—  the dictionary of obscure sorrows | a commission by  p.d (via lostcap)
language of love

written for the Blindspot Hiatus Project’s fanfic prompt “languages.”

This vignette can be read as a stand-alone but will also play into a massive Jane/Patterson project I’m working on that I’ll be posting later on this year.

There was liberal use of Google Translate in this, so if I screwed up, call me out and I’ll fix it.

It starts with a late-night wake-up.

Patterson shakes Jane’s shoulder.  Jane grunts and rolls towards her. “What is it?  What’s wrong?”

There’s another shake, this one more urgent and Jane opens her eyes. “What is it?”

“Speak English,” Patterson groans.

Jane takes another blurry moment, running her words through her head again.  It hits her - she’s been speaking Romanian. “Sorry,” she murmurs. “What is it?”

As it turns out, it’s the flu, which Patterson swears she never gets, but somehow that never turns into a night of vomiting, a pale and sweaty Patterson clinging desperately to Jane between stints at the toilet, and an early-morning phone call to Mayfair, who’s not surprised to hear that Jane needs the day off but is definitely surprised to hear that Patterson needs it off too.

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G/t thoughts

Can you just imagine that tinies are going to have higher voices because of their vocal cords, especially if they’re smaller than normal people?

That being so small, they’ll also breathe so much faster than you? For every big breath you take, they have to take four or five to get the same amount of oxygen.

This also means their hearts beat super fast! What about the rest of their body? It all works faster than yours, what with them only being a few inches tall while you are easily a hundred times their size. Every beat your heart makes is like an earthquake while their heart is like the tiny thrum of a butterfly beating its wings.


anonymous asked:

y ru so s ttu pid... d o n ' t c a ll us f ake....

If only my mother could see me now…
Which head mate do I have the pleasure of talking with today? Loki of Asgard? Or maybe Moriarty? Oh buddy this is a monumental moment for us here at anti-otherkin-shit. I’m so humbled.
I’d like to thank the side walk for keeping me off the streets, my dog Stinky for always loving me unconditionally, my sweet boyfriend Andy who always told me I could be something great, and of course, you viewers at home.


Chuck Prophet sits down for a One On One Session at City Winery New York on January 1st, 2015

Chuck Prophet shapes his restless career with inimitable subtle flair: a vivid parade of razor-edged one-liners camouflaged in a slack-jawed drawl, songs about heartbreak and everyman heroism, drenched in twisted lines of rude Telecaster.
When the early stages of a financial melt-down coincided with a rare San Francisco heat wave in the summer of 2008, with the window open wide and Dwight Twilley, Iggy, Thin Lizzy and the Knack blaring out the hi-fi, Prophet wrote a collection of political songs for non-political people. Later, in April 2009, he journeyed to Mexico City, where, in the clutches of a Swine Flu panic and earthquakes, he recorded ¡Let Freedom Ring!, his most incendiary record, every bit as urgent as the title demands.
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madeleine-amber  asked:

Grey, Purple, Brown, Dark-Green, Bronze? :') <3

grey: favourite type of weather?

I answered this right here :))

purple: describe yourself in three words

nerdy, sarcastic, daydreamer [i also answered this in the previous ask]

brown: what languages do you speak?

I speak English and Hungarian, and I attempt to speak German, Italian and French and I’m learning Polish bc why tf not [but while I had plenty of exams in German, Italian and French, I am not too comfortable with them because I haven’t used them in a year whoops, but I would understand you talking it at leas a little, I just couldn’t reply properly]

dark-green: favourite god and goddess?

Poseidon [Greek god of the sea, earthquakes, storms and horses] and Hecate [Greek goddess of magic, crossroads, ghosts and necromancy; basically everything cool, apart from crossroads which is random]

bronze: what emotion do you feel the most often?

content i think? I always try to find things to be happy about, but i don’t know, sometimes i’m just numb from all my thoughts and daydreams haha

ask me stuff!! :))

lifornian photographer James Gilmore, who took this portrait while exploring the Peruvian Andes, is a contender for our Kids of Kathmandu Photography Contest, now open and accepting submissions until October 1st. As with our new Instagram account @childhoodeveryday, we’re looking for photographs that capture the experience of growing up around the world. Our jurors will select 12 photographers to be a part of the @kidsofkathmandu gala & photography auction this fall, with all proceeds going to build 50 schools in areas affected by last year’s earthquake. Winning photographers will receive tickets to the gala, a camera strap from @onabags, & their work printed by @kenallenstudios & showcased on Feature Shoot. Details at the link in our bio. http://ift.tt/2av2s03


One-legged earthquake victim Carlos’ video.

A huge earthquake might be brewing under Bangladesh

New geological evidence suggests a huge earthquake might be building underneath Bangladesh — one of the world’s most densely populated nations. Researchers have detected mounting strain on two huge tectonic plates in the area. It’s creating a potentially dangerous subduction zone where one plate starts sliding under the other. When enough pressure builds up it can trigger an earthquake. A really big f***ing earthquake.

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The future of the Cascadia Fault

In the year 1700, a tsunami hit the Japanese Islands with no known earthquake in Japan preceding it. This sort of “orphan tsunami” meant an earthquake happened somewhere in the Pacific Basin, but it is only recently that scientists understood that it originated off the Pacific Coast of the United States, on a fault called the Cascadia Megathrust.

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