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Replica of a turrilitid ammonite is from the Cretaceous Seas diorama at the American Museum of Natural History in New York City. Members of the ammonite family Turrilitidae are characterized by shells that are not typical tight spirals—a condition known to paleontologists as heteromorph.


How to get the best view of the total solar eclipse if you’re not in the path of totality

  • The hubbub around the total solar eclipse’s path of totality is already overwhelming, But if you live anywhere in the U.S., you’ll be able to see a partial eclipse, which means you’re in for some breathtaking sights as the moon partially obscures the sun.
  • “[The view no matter where you are] is still pretty good,” Jackie Faherty, an astronomer at the American Museum of Natural History, said in an interview. “Depending on where you are exactly, you’ll see a big chunk of the sun get taken away by our lovely moon.”
    If you’re staying put in a major city like Los Angeles or New York, Faherty has a few tips for getting the most out of the Great American Eclipse. Read more (8/8/17)

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Prehistoric Native Americans farmed macaws in 'feather factories'
Birds were spiritual emblems in pueblos of the southwestern United States and northern Mexico.

To ancient peoples of the American Southwest, a macaw’s brilliant feathers weren’t just adornments. They were status symbols and spiritual emblems — so precious, in fact, that macaws were kept in captivity and deliberately plucked of their plumage, new evidence suggests.

Macaw skeletons from three prehistoric pueblos in New Mexico bear signs of feather harvesting, according to analysis presented on 31 March at a meeting of the Society for American Archaeology in Vancouver, Canada. But the skeletons also hint that the macaws’ handlers went to great lengths to care for their demanding charges. “People were doing their utmost to keep them alive,” says Randee Fladeboe, an archaeologist at the University of Florida in Gainesville who analysed the macaw bones.

Archaeologists studying the ancient Native Americans called the Puebloans and nearby groups have found macaw bones and feathers dating from ad 300 to ad 1450 at sites ranging from Utah in the American Southwest to Chihuahua in Mexico. It is likely that many of these birds were imported; there is scanty evidence of macaw breeding, except at one Mexican site, and many macaws are tropical. The highly prized scarlet macaw (Ara macao), for example, lives at least 500 kilometres to the southeast.

Fladeboe examined the wing bones of 17 scarlet and military macaws (Ara militaris) from three pueblos. Fifteen of the birds had small bumps marring the upper surfaces of their wing bones.

A macaw’s flight feathers are rooted in the bone, so pulling them out can cause bleeding and infection, Fladeboe says. Multiple infections, or a combination of infection and malnutrition, lead to bumps like those on the skeletons. Macaws do sometimes yank out their own feathers, but the ancient bones show traces of multiple feather loss along their entire lengths and on both right and left wings. To Fladeboe, it seems unlikely that 15 of the 17 macaws she studied would strip themselves so methodically.

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27 Things We Learned On Set With Matthew Daddario
Get to know the Shadowhunters star!
By Kristin Harris, Taylor Miller

1. If anyone could play you in a movie, who would you pick?

Cate Blanchett would kill it. Can you see if she’s available?

2. What’s the first album you ever bought?

Hahaha, no.

3. Describe your style in three words.

Things that fit.

4. Craziest fan story?

One time I walked in to a store and a guy came over to help. He’s talking to me for a minute and I’m being semi socially-capable. He takes a step back, looks me up and down and says, “Hey, wait a minute…you look like that boy from that show.” I go, “Yeah?” And he says, “Yeah, that kid from (show name redacted) show. Damn. You look just like him.” It was a different show with a guy who shoots arrows. I was like, “Oh, yeah I hear that sometimes.”

5. Last book you read?

[I’ve] been reading Dune. It’s nice when you haven’t read a book in ten years so you forget most of it and it’s like reading it anew. So great.

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13 Envelopes

pairing: reader x lin
summary: After graduating from UCLA, you would find any way to escape having to go back home. Lucky for you, your Aunt Jasmine Cephas Jones had organized a way for you to have the adventure you’d never gotten to have before. You’re ready to take her up on the offer.
warnings: rpf (naturally), mentions of teen pregnancy, swearing
a/n: i was tryin to post this august 6th but then i had a hard time writing thru it bc i made myself sad with my writing because that’s a thing i do i guess. anyway let’s get crackin
tagged: @defenestrate-yourself-please@justabravelittleblogger @decayingtrash @andschuyler @linslovelylocks @sarahgurl09 @artofnerdom

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Christmas Gift 1: Lost and Found

I hope you had a wonderful day today!

I have to deliver a special gift to lovely @gallifreyanlibertea​ who requested it and had to receive it today! I’m sorry I couldn’t send you anything else, but I hope you’ll like this second attempt at fluffy omegaverse ;)

Notes: I’ve never been to NY! Sorry for inaccuracies (and eventual mistakes, English is not my first language).

Lost and Found (USUK, omegaverse, fluff)

Alfred F. Jones was an alpha working as a guard at the American Museum of Natural History in New York City and he was (damn) good at his job.

He was extraordinary with the kids, precise at giving directions, careful at guarding the emergency doors and the main entrance and he also could help with random informations and improvised guided tours about the sections he liked and knew about the most.

Yes, he was an alpha, but he was an extremely friendly one, he was caring and he always wore a big smile on his face when on duty, a fact that gained him the trust of his bosses, the friendship and alliance of his co-workers and the absolute love of (most) visitors.

However, his most special talent, the thing only him could do with extreme precision, the flair for which he had become famous between the museum’s employees, was being infallible at finding and returning items lost on the museum’s ground, just using his flawless sense of smell.

That was why, when one snowy afternoon of late December (almost Christmas!) his pal and co-worker Toris found a black leather glove on the American History section’s floor, he immediately brought it to Alfred, asking him to look around for the owner.

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anonymous asked:

I live in NYC. A man (clearly a tourist) came up to me and asked directions to the Museum of Natural History. I pointed him in the right direction and we went on our ways. Four. Blocks. Later. The same man chases me down and tells me how unsafe it is for a young lady like myself to be walking around unaccompanied in a big city and offered to walk me home. Let me repeat that: a lost tourist decided that a girl who clearly knew how to navigate the city was not as qualified as he was to walk home!

I mean, he’s kind of got a point, though. New York City has millions of tourists annually, so at any given time there could be hundreds of fanny pack-sporting stalkers like that one, prowling around the city and creeping on young women. Sounds pretty unsafe to me. 

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Summary: A teenage girl runs to the museum every night for the safety from her parents. It was the same thing every night, talking to the Pharaoh while he still slept in his sarcophagus. Although, tonight was different, and she gets sent back in time to ancient egypt.

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        I ran down the streets of New York City, heading towards the one place that gave me the serenity I so desired. Bumping in to many of workers heading home for the night, and tourists exploring the night life of the city, I mumbled a short ‘sorry’ towards them as I continued to run. To run towards the one place where I was free from the judgment of my parents and others- The Museum of Natural History. Reaching the museum, I went up the steps taking two at time. It was impressive I didn’t trip, seeing as that I was still wearing those 6-inch heels that my mother forced me into wearing for her gala.

      Stopping right in front of the doors, I tried to compose myself as best I could. Straightening out the two-piece white A-line gown and wiping off the smeared mascara from under my eyes. It was a few minutes after closing, but 10 minutes before it was sundown, there was still some light so it was easy for me to find my way to the museum. Even if it was dark, I still wouldn’t be able to miss this place because of how frequent I visit it as soon as it closes. It was safe to say that the night guard and I were friends- although he was more like a father figure to me than my own father is. One of the many doors was always unlocked for me, and it was the same one every time.

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I know that everyone loves the idea of T’Challa introducing Sam to Wakandan culture/society – which I do too don’t get me wrong – but imagine for a moment: Sam showing T’Challa US culture. 

Sure, T’Challa has probably studied it in an academic sense – he’s royalty he has to know these things – but has he ever eaten a hotdog? Has he ever been to a baseball game? Has he ever listened to Marvin Gaye? (Sam has asked all of these questions and more)

But ok, T’Challa managed to get a weekend off or maybe he’s in the US/New York City for work and Sam is like “ok man you and me, crash course in US culture for cats” and T’Challa definitely doesn’t roll his eyes or think that Sam is being ridiculously adorable

And they go to the natural history museum and T’Challa is mildly impressed but doesn’t say anything because he is Too Proud and Sam definitely does roll his eyes and buys T’Challa a black panther beanie baby because that’s obviously what the King of Wakanda wants, a little stuffed panther collectable. 

(No one dares question why the aforementioned king puts it on his bedside table.)

Afterwards they grab hotdogs and T’Challa is definitely offended by how disgusting this is – seriously what do you mean people eat this on a regular basis – but he finishes it because Sam paid, like, five dollars for this and also T’Challa is a gentleman, he is polite and has manners, unlike some people.

Sam ends the day by bringing T’Challa to his hotel room to introduce T’Challa to the wonders of Netflix (they have it in Wakanda but what do you mean you haven’t watched The Walking Dead–) and T’Challa, with a small smile on his face, asks “Is this what you refer to as Netflix and chill?”

And Sam is like wait wait is he – and yes, Sam, he is.