If you’ve ever looked through clear waters at a beach or gentle flowing river to the sand below, you’ve likely seen ripple marks formed by the moving water.
The image above actually shows preserved “fossil” ripple marks in the 1.7 billion-year-old Baraboo (Wisconsin) quartzite. These ripple marks were formed when the marine sandstone was initially deposited and then were later metamorphosed. However, these ripple marks lie along a vertical rock face, meaning that these rock layers have nearly been overturned from their original horizontal position!
Ripple marks can be useful as paleocurrent indicators—sedimentary structures that help to determine the direction in which water flowed in the geologic past.
Symmetrical ripples are formed by the back and forth motion of waves, like at a beach. Asymmetrical ripples (which have a gentle up-current slope and a steeper down-current slope) can be formed in rivers and also in aeolian environments.
So although we’ll never actually be able to travel back to a Wisconsin beach nearly 2 billion years ago, we can still get pretty close!
Hey everyone! Sorry for the delay, life happened for both of us, more so for Ani than me, but we got our asses in gear and got the chapter done.
Ani didn’t draw anything for this chapter, but she is working on chapter 4 ideas, and if you smooze her enough, you might convince her to do double art. *wink wink nudge nudge*
Plus there’s a playlist for this fic!! (2 actually) Songs and Scores!
Anywhoodles, enjoy the chapter! :D
Summary: After the Conclave blew up in everyone’s face, the whole world went to shit. Lance didn’t know what to make of it, but there was no way he would join the Inquisition to become their tool. Sure, he could close the rifts now, by some miracle - accident in his humble opinion - and he was doing his best to close them on his own. Trouble was, they were getting worse as time went on. After being tossed by a shade, he was seriously reconsidering doing this by himself. Needless to say, he got lucky that a cute Seeker came to his rescue after getting caught in a dragon’s nest; the only problem was that cute Seeker was trying his damnedest to recruit him into the Inquisition.
Keith sat there frozen, not knowing what to say to this mage in front of him. It never got any easier the more stories he heard about lost loved ones, or the horrors refugees witnessed within the woods. He hadn’t been there at the Conclave, had never met the Divine, but because he was a Seeker, he knew all about what happened.
He remained quiet, letting Lance find the courage to tell his story.
“I was only fifteen at the time, rebellious and bored of the Wildes. So I followed after her.” Lance was still toying with his food, not really caring if it was cold or not. “I followed her here, all the way to the Hinterlands. She met with the Divine, spoke on behalf of all the apostates. She was well known, and most of the apostates deferred to her.”
Keith leaned forward, tilting his head. “What was her name? I want to say it was Amy, but that doesn’t sound right.”
Lance smiled softly. “Her name was Amelia. And I guess, I should clarify something.”
SO basically we are doing the serial killers unit in my forensics class (I have to do a presentation on one of my choice for my final grade, I chose Vlad Tepes because I adore him, look him up, he’s neat) and so now I am OBSESSED and we talked about the Different Categories of Serial Killers today in class and I couldn’t help but think of Anti and Dark so here we go-
Anti is a disorganized, hedonistic serial killer. This means he is nocturnal, and unstable, and not stressed about causing a crime. His murders are spontaneous, and he tends to dehumanize his victims (treating us almost like sheep, in a way). He has minimal prior conversation with a victim *before* he strikes, but might have some during the act- he is chaotic, and sudden. He does not use restraints, because he likes prey that runs. The body is not moved, he leaves it where it lays, alongside the weapon. Its like an art piece. Another characteristic of disorganized serial killers is that sometimes they have sex with the victim’s bodies post-death but I won’t get into that “Hedonistic” means that he kills to seek thrills, and derives pleasure from doing so. He exhibits other serial killer traits, such as being self-centered, demanding attention, and being devoid of remorse.
Dark is an organized, “power/control” serial killer. He is highly intelligent, socially and sexually adequate, and charming. His anger causes an outburst, as opposed to some (like Anti) who kill on a whim. Highly mobile, good with people. He enjoys watching his crimes cause rippling effects, much like Mark likes watching his charity events have rippling effects. His crimes are planned, and he always targets his victims; organized serial killers often have a specific group that they go after, if it is women with brown hair parted down the middle, or people who are shorter than a certain height. In this case, its those who watch his host’s videos. He likes to talk to his victim beforehand, striking up a conversation with them, being friendly- though it becomes very clear that he likes to remain in control of the conversation at all times. Same goes for his crime scene. He likes it when they are submissive. Uses restraints, acts aggressively only when he knows he has you. Cleans up afterwards. “Power/control” killer means that he gets (sometimes sexual) gratification from the dominance he has, over the victim, and the concept of life and death itself. He is manipulative, and emotionally empty. Devoid of empathy.
Untitled / Aeolian (wind-formed) ripple marks give texture to these sand dunes in California’s Death Valley, n.d. [rippled dunes, shadow at left, mountains in distance]
[rippled dunes, dark rocks and slopes in distance]
Gelatin silver prints.
When I realized that my current position in life wasn’t my
destiny, it was a tough pill to swallow. I’d been fighting it for years really
– the push and pull of wanting to do more with my talents and abilities, but
unable to move forward for one reason or another.
As a girl, I’d always striven
for big – the President of the United States, or an award-winning actress
depending on the day or time you asked…but there was never a desire to settle.
Too much was expected of me. Even more, I wanted more for myself.
When I read “We”
the first time, it left me feeling extremely raw and vulnerable. I remember
writing in my journal,
“I fear that the
principles will point me in a different direction than the one I’m ‘supposed’
to lead – the one I’m already living, away from my family.”
Of course, I
wasn’t talking about divorce or abandoning my children, but whether being a
stay-at-home mom was the path I was supposed to be on for the long-term.
Remember that exercise that required us to write down over
and over again a niggling voice in our head that shapes how we view ourselves?
The goal was to write it so many times that it becomes insignificant, but all
it did for me was awaken a fear that I had buried – that “I
have wasted my mind when I capable of so much more.”
I chose to stay at home when my
daughter was born.
It’s a decision I have to remind myself of daily. A decision
that, some days, I’m happy to have made, but some days, I feel strangles my
potential. The more years that go by, the more I feel like the decision is
being made *for* me, rather than the other way around.
My book is riddled with these call-outs. At the time, it made me nauseous
to think about the truth behind what I was reading, terrified of what it was revealing. In retrospect, I’m extremely grateful for it.
Getting honest with myself was and is the scariest thing I’ve
And it took a fight with my wife for me to realize it, and
admit it out loud.
She’d been sensing it. I’d been pulling away, diving
headfirst into outside hobbies (hello fandom) that awakened a talent in me I
didn’t know I had, and not only that, but *appreciated* the talent I shared. I
was being praised for something I wrote and created, rather than the mundane
tasks of my every-day life. She knew that I wanted more, could feel me practically
vibrating with it. Venting her frustrations about my pulling away, and the ultimate
repercussions it could on our family, it was in her fears that I realized maybe
she was right. Maybe this isn’t the life I want.
How can I be truly happy in my life, in my marriage, in
motherhood unless I’m truly happy with the choices I’ve made and what I do in
my life? Standing in front of the mirror
and being happy with the stretch marks that ripple my stomach is only a part of
the picture of being true to yourself and being happy with who you are.
There’s a certain shame that accompanies the realization
that you aren’t living a life authentic to who you are. As if women aren’t
shamed enough with the never-ending battle between the guilt of working
mothers, or the judgment towards SAHMs, it’s even worse when you admit that
that the path you’ve chosen is no longer the one you want. Jennifer had a
similar awakening in herself when she realized she wasn’t living the life she
was meant to lead, desiring more to be with her children and engage in other endeavors
than work tirelessly in the newsroom day-in and day-out.
Hers was ultimately “burn
out”, but mine is the opposite. I don’t think I’ve ever truly “burned” to begin
with. Being at home hasn’t burnt me out, but I do feel it’s deadened me in a
way, and I know that I can’t continue like this…
Honesty for me meant getting real with what I want from my
life. And the truth hurt. It hurt because I knew it was true, but I was afraid
to admit it. And while the book also stresses against making any big decisions
right away, I can tell you that this has been a long-time coming, and one that
needs to be jumped on before I let fear or others’ opinions about it shape my
decision. I have the support of my wife, I have the support of my family and
friends, and I believe I can do this. That’s all that really matters. The rest
is just noise.
So, I’m going back to work. Not right away, though. I was recently accepted into the Paralegal Program at UCSD, and starting
this summer, I will be taking courses and ultimately work a career where I can
utilize my skills and talents, and fulfill my dreams in a way that is truly
fitting to who I am and what I want from my life.
It won’t be easy, and there’s a certain amount
of shifting of my life (and the lives of others) that will be necessary, but
being able to be a better role-model for my daughters, a better mother in the
long-term, and a better wife is all the more reason to do it. Being a paralegal
won’t do those things, but being happy with who I am and what I’m doing will.
It’s a ripple effect that can’t be ignored, but that doesn’t mean I’m not a
But, I’m feeling the fear, and doing it anyway… And I’m also
really excited about it.
My morning thoughts…. Fuck you and all your labels.
I don’t trust you… You approach me as beautiful or sexy because I have hidden what you would deem ugly. I inspire you with my confidence and that I could possibly love myself. My values and spirit make me the “ideal wife candidate” so you save me for later, your not ready for me yet. My no make up and natural hair make you say finally “a real woman”. My head wrap makes you picture the perfect little “Afrocentric family”. It’s all so fucking ridiculous, but it’s BGAD so I’m going to talk about my body.
You want the first picture I have created. The smoother picture formed with control tops and and push up bras and slimming leggings. They all dig into my skin if I lean the wrong way. And you may even want the second picture stating “I like a thick girl”. But I’m not just “thick” I’m fat and that isn’t something I should feel sorry about. I shouldn’t apologies for the space I take up. I shouldn’t have maps in my head of where I need to step lightly in a room so that I don’t rattle anything. Im happily single, creating the life I want. I move away from your touch bra use its uninvited on my body. I move away from your touch because what you think is smooth is filled with ripples of stretch marks, dips and rolls of fat. You make fun of girls bigger than me for things I’m insecure about; then you ask me to trust you with my naked body which houses my naked soul. I finally love me and you will not break me down. I fit into whatever you have created in your mind… But I have never fit anywhere and thats quite alright with me.
All that to say for all those hating on the beautiful big bodies, fat bodies, thick bodies I see on my dash…
No, your eyes aren’t deceiving you, these rock layers are nearly vertical!
Although they were once horizontal, these Paleozoic sedimentary units have been tilted so that they now dip nearly 90 degrees.
These rocks are located in northeast Tennessee and are part of the Appalachian foreland fold-thrust belt. Though built by multiple orogenies, the Alleghenian Orogeny (325-260 Ma) was the final stage in forming the Appalachian Mountains and resulted in a series of imbricated reverse faults.
Consequently, rocks got compressed, thrusted and tilted. In order to determine whether these rocks were rotated clockwise or counter-clockwise from their original horizontality, we have to look for up-direction indicators (i.e. indicators that will tell us which direction originally faced upwards). These may include: graded bedding, cross-bedding, sole markings, ripple marks, etc.
Image by author | Outcrop along Hwy 70 near Rogersville, Tennessee
Author:somemaycallmesunshine Pairing: Young John!Michael x Prophet!Reader
Reader Gender: Female
Word Count: 3k
Warnings: violence, blood, gore, anxiety attacks, ANGST, swearing, death, changes in season 5’s plot
A/N: Hi, everyone! Sorry to kwwp you all waiting. It’s been quite a bit of a crazy couple of weeks for me but thank you for being so supportive of and patient with me. Here is chapter twenty four! Parts of the episodes are weaved in through the plot with some changes for the sake of the storyline. (Visions as well as internal thoughts are in italics) Also credit to the wonderful anons, @homework-is-the-real-killer, @sunfirestrike, and @twentyonebandmembers among others for their wonderful headcanons. I’ll be incorporating them in Crossfire and my “The Mark: Drabble series. *runs and hides*
Summary: Takes place during season 5. With the apocalypse at foot, Team Free Will and the reader are doing everything in their power to stop it. But when their plans take a wrong turn, the reader gets kidnapped by none other than their enemy, Michael the archangel
These ripples are preserved in ancient Triassic sediments of the Sulphur Mountain Siltstone that were once on the bottom of a shallow sea. Currently sitting high in the mountain range of Western Canada, these rocks can be viewed along highway 40 in the Highwood Pass in Kananaskis, Alberta, Canada.
Wondering what this week’s breaking story about the Big Bang theory means for our knowledge of the universe? Or why you’re suddenly reading about “inflation” in a story about astrophysics? And just what are “cosmic ripples”?
Astrophysicist Mordecai-Mark Mac Low, who curated the Museum’s new Space Show Dark Universe, helped us break down the headlines.