neilnevins:

nathanael-platier:

We freed them…but at what cost?

that ball wasn’t there to trap them
it was to protect us
neilnevins:

nathanael-platier:

We freed them…but at what cost?

that ball wasn’t there to trap them
it was to protect us
neilnevins:

nathanael-platier:

We freed them…but at what cost?

that ball wasn’t there to trap them
it was to protect us
neilnevins:

nathanael-platier:

We freed them…but at what cost?

that ball wasn’t there to trap them
it was to protect us
neilnevins:

nathanael-platier:

We freed them…but at what cost?

that ball wasn’t there to trap them
it was to protect us

neilnevins:

nathanael-platier:

We freed them…but at what cost?

that ball wasn’t there to trap them

it was to protect us

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newsweek:

Astronauts fresh off spacewalks often report that a certain faint, acrid smell tends to cling to their equipment. NASA astronaut Don Pettit described it as “a rather pleasant sweet metallic sensation” akin to “welding fumes,” while others have said it reminds them of charred meat.

They were probably smelling polycyclic aromatic hydrocarbons (PAHs), which are compounds produced when stars and planets form. According to Jeff Oishi, a research scientist at the Museum of Natural History in New York, PAHs are present on Earth too—they’re produced when you BBQ! But if you travel 26,000 light years to a dust cloud at the center of the Milky Way called Sagittarius B2, you might catch a whiff of raspberries and maybe rum.

This cloud is stuffed with ethyl formate, an ester that gives both treats their flavor. “Space is pretty boozy,” Oishi says. “There’s no liquid alcohol, but a lot of different kinds of alcohols have been observed.” The constellation Aquila contains enough space booze that, if liquefied, it could fill 400 trillion trillion pints. Interstellar pub crawl, anyone?

What Does Space Smell Like? | Mental Floss

shortformblog:

Slate highlights the financial dynamics that led to the insane police situation in Ferguson:

When you split a metro area into dozens of tiny local governments (St. Louis County, to be clear, doesn’t include the actual city of St. Louis, which spun off from it in the 19th century), they tend to duplicate each others’ services, which is of course extremely expensive. But raising taxes so that each tiny borough can afford its own police and fire department is a nonstarter, since wealthy residents can always just move one town over. End result: You have police departments that self-fund by handing out tickets. And thanks to the delightful racial dynamics of U.S. law enforcement, black residents are disproportionately stopped and accosted, even though police in Ferguson are less likely to find contraband when they search black drivers than when they search whites.

In other words, Ferguson’s police department financially buoys itself by treating its residents like crap.

humansofnewyork:

"The fighting got very bad. When I left Syria to come here, I only had $50. I was almost out of money when I got here. I met a man on the street, who took me home, and gave me food and a place to stay. But I felt so ashamed to be in his home, that I spent 11 hours a day looking for jobs, and only came back to sleep. I finally found a job at a hotel. They worked me 12 hours a day, for 7 days a week. They gave me $400 a month. Now I found a new hotel now that is much better. I work 12 hours per day for $600 a month, and I get one day off. In all my free hours, I work at a school as an English teacher. I work 18 hours per day, every day. And I have not spent any of it. I have not bought even a single T-shirt. I’ve saved 13,000 Euro, which is how much I need to buy fake papers. There is a man I know who can get me to Europe for 13,000. I’m leaving next week. I’m going once more to Syria to say goodbye to my family, then I’m going to leave all this behind. I’m going to try to forget it all. And I’m going to finish my education." (Erbil, Iraq)

humansofnewyork:

I normally go into my conversations with a set of proven questions to ask, that I find will elicit a wide variety of anecdotes from people’s lives: happiest moment, saddest moment, things like that. But with people fleeing war, it is absolutely impossible to discuss anything beyond the present moment. Their circumstances are so overpowering, there is absolutely zero room in their minds for any other thoughts. The conversation immediately stalls, because any topic of conversation beyond their present despair seems grossly inappropriate. You realize that without physical security, no other layers of the human experience can exist. “All day they do is cry for home,” she told me. (Dohuk, Iraq)

newsweek:

The Iraqi soldier died attempting to pull himself up over the dashboard of his truck. The flames engulfed his vehicle and incinerated his body, turning him to dusty ash and blackened bone.

In a photograph taken soon afterward, the soldier’s hand reaches out of the shattered windshield, which frames his face and chest. The colors and textures of his hand and shoulders look like those of the scorched and rusted metal around him.

Fire has destroyed most of his features, leaving behind a skeletal face, fixed in a final rictus. He stares without eyes.

On February 28, 1991, Kenneth Jarecke stood in front of the charred man, parked amid the carbonized bodies of his fellow soldiers, and photographed him. At one point, before he died this dramatic mid-retreat death, the soldier had had a name.

He’d fought in Saddam Hussein’s army and had a rank and an assignment and a unit. He might have been devoted to the dictator who sent him to occupy Kuwait and fight the Americans. Or he might have been an unlucky young man with no prospects, recruited off the streets of Baghdad. Jarecke took the picture just before a ceasefire officially ended Operation Desert Storm—the U.S.-led military action that drove Saddam Hussein and his troops out of Kuwait, which they had annexed and occupied the previous August.

The image and its anonymous subject might have come to symbolize the Gulf War. Instead, it went unpublished in the United States, not because of military obstruction but because of editorial choices.

It’s hard to calculate the consequences of a photograph’s absence. But sanitized images of warfare, The Atlantic’s Conor Friedersdorf argues, make it “easier … to accept bloodless language” such as 1991 references to “surgical strikes” or modern-day terminology like “kinetic warfare.”

The Vietnam War was notable for its catalog of chilling and iconic war photography; Some images, like Ron Haeberle’s pictures of the My Lai massacre, were initially kept from the public. But other violent images—Nick Ut’s scene of child napalm victims and Eddie Adams’s photo of a Vietcong man’s execution—won Pulitzer Prizes and had a tremendous impact on the outcome of the war.

The War Photo No One Would Publish - The Atlantic

humansofnewyork:

“I photoshopped my head onto a healthy body, to see what I would look like.” (Erbil, Iraq)

Taken around The Falls Hotel, Ennistymon, County Clare, Ireland in July 2014.  Taken around The Falls Hotel, Ennistymon, County Clare, Ireland in July 2014.  Taken around The Falls Hotel, Ennistymon, County Clare, Ireland in July 2014.  Taken around The Falls Hotel, Ennistymon, County Clare, Ireland in July 2014.  Taken around The Falls Hotel, Ennistymon, County Clare, Ireland in July 2014.  Taken around The Falls Hotel, Ennistymon, County Clare, Ireland in July 2014.  Taken around The Falls Hotel, Ennistymon, County Clare, Ireland in July 2014. 

Taken around The Falls Hotel, Ennistymon, County Clare, Ireland in July 2014. 

humansofnewyork:

So Little Humans is coming out in almost two months, and the first hardcopy has just arrived! It is awesome. Your child is guaranteed to giggle, point, and cheer. And if test readings are any indication, there is a 38.53% chance you will cry. It comes out October 7th— very excited about it. You can preorder now and receive it on day of publish:

AMAZON: http://amzn.to/WPMamU
BARNES AND NOBLE: http://bit.ly/1eawvWE
INDIEBOUND: http://bit.ly/1zA0Sw6

"Brandon," they say to me, "Since you are promoting the children’s book, can you remind everyone about the adult book?" Of course I will. Aesthetically arranged beneath Little Humans, you can see the adult book, appropriately titled Humans of New York, which after nine months is still hanging onto the NYT Bestseller’s list. Most likely because it’s a "publishing phenomenon" (New York Times) that also happens to be "visually arresting and disarmingly deep." (The Atlantic). If you so desire, you can order that here:

AMAZON: http://amzn.to/1s7vodd
BARNES AND NOBLE: http://bit.ly/18Namem
INDIEBOUND: http://bit.ly/1nWvwbk

To the right of Little Humans, you can find Susie, who has asked me, while we are promoting things, to remind everyone that she is on a lifelong mission to help place orphaned senior dogs in loving homes. You can find her page here: Susie’s Senior Dogs.

And finally, my cactus, Carl, has asked me, since we’re already promoting things, if I could advertise his fan page: Carl The Cactus. He is hoping to get a certain number of likes before he launches his GoFundMe campaign.

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Cliffs of Moher, July 2013