I’m going to post a bunch of beautiful things that I saw in europe. Not pictures I took necessarily (except this one, which is the Astrological Clock in Prague) but mostly art that I couldn’t photograph for whatever reason. Just so I remember it and keep loving it.
Imperial Russian Gold Watch. Awarded to a Naval Captain for 15yrs of service by Tsar Nicholas II.
If anyone wants to get this for me as a nearly-year-in-advance birthday present, that’d be pretty awesome. Ebay, you make me sad sometimes.
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Six planets and the waning crescent moon arrayed in the dawn sky on Saturday April 30, as seen from Los Angeles, California.
CREDIT: Starry Night SoftwareFor the next few weeks, if you get up in the morning, you’ll be able to see all the planets bar Saturn arrayed along the ecliptic.
In 1572, people on Earth saw the bright light of a supernova. Now, by combining different intensities of x-ray data, scientists using NASA’s Chandra X-ray Observatory have created a new image of the debris left from that explosion, which hints at the origins of the cosmic blast.
Known as Tycho’s supernova remnant, the space puffball includes a cloud of expanding debris (yellow) enveloped by a high-energy blast wave (blue). The latest image also shows an arc of high-energy x-rays (bottom left) that seems to be coming from a faster moving ball of material.
Astronomers think that the supernova happened when a white dwarf star siphoned so much material from a companion star that it exploded. The blast blew material off the sunlike companion, and that debris is now emitting the arc of x-rays.
Image courtesy CXC/NASA/CAS
Above is the absolutely astounding cover for Issue #1 of our new magazine, the Weaponizer Quarterly. The photograph is by Robin LeBlanc, a promotional shot from theforthcoming independent movie SCARS. We are in the final stages of proofing the magazine, and will have a release date for you imminently!
The first issue features science fiction and horror stories by Mark Harding of Mutation Press, Justin Childress, Mo Ali, Andre Navarro of Pitch Black: The Webcomic, Andrew C. Ferguson of Writers’ Bloc, and C. Brian Hickey, with art by Mo and Andre, plus Emmanuel Hernaez aka MojoKingBee and others, plus a four-page photography spread by cover artist Robin.
There’s non-fiction from Pornokitsch alt.history specialist Jared Shurin, Elle Matheuse and Grimly Whetfox, talking about comets, the beauty myth and lucid dreaming, plus interviews with screenwriter / director Eric Heiserrer (A Nightmare on Elm Street / The Thing), recent Planet Mu signing and DJ legend Chrissy Murderbot, and San Francisco Witch House label-head Ben Verslius of Tundra Dubs.
We’ve also got an EXCLUSIVE prequel to K. Patrick Glover and Keith Perkins’ new webcomic serial, ‘A Wicked Little Town’, plus more comics from Richard Fannon and artist Lee Smart, and an illustrated vampire story by Harlequinade and Inkmoth.
Watch this space for an announcement on the release date, pricing and how to order, very soon!
P.E.A.C.E.
/textureDammit Texture, soon isn’t soon enough!
Will be well worth the wait though.
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The plastic bag speaks out.
"Maybe you are a poet and a dreamer, but don’t you realize that those two species are extinct now?"
And we’re off to the theatre. Hopefully nothing catches on fire.
(photo originally reblogged from nzafro, true origins unknown.)
By FYLW co-founder Christine Ellis, from her thesis play Quits.
ACT 2, SCENE 1
Harlowe is in an empty bath tub, holding a hand mirror, examining the tiny laparoscopic scars on her stomach. She is wearing a T- shirt and shorts.
I used to think that scar tissue was stronger than the tissue it replaced, that somehow the skin can learn from it’s mistake and knit itself more tightly; fortify itself more completely against an environment that would harm it. But that isn’t so. Actually what happens is the skin forgets it’s original pattern and stitches itself up slap-dash, the fibers facing all in one direction instead of recreating the latticework around it. So after many years have passed, and the scar is faint and white, it will only ever be almost as strong as before.
(pause, she runs the bath water)
I think my sense of time — if I have a sense of time — I think my sense of time lives in my bones. While the skin forgets, the bones do not, they never do. The bones remember every petty jealousy, every small injustice. They moan their protest early when they ache, late when they desire to stretch out. And my bones are wise; they know things that my brain and heart and skin cannot know.
(pause, she turns off the faucet, checks the temperature.)
I also used to think — and I’m fairly certain that everyone else thinks this as well — I used to think that time can heal. Time can’t do that at all. I don’t know what makes you heal, but it isn’t time. Time is a silent companion to whatever it is that sweeps in and patches you up. Time is a witness; Time passes judgment.
(she climbs into the tub in her pajamas)
But scar tissue — there are no nerve endings in scar tissue. So time will pass, and this fibrous mass of collagen will form and fade and be weaker than the skin that surrounds it, but it can’t be hurt again, not really. Not in the same way. If you were to cut over it again, it wouldn’t feel a thing.
(pause)So I guess in that sense, it is stronger; in that sense, it does learn.
By FYLW Creator and Co-Founder, Jennifer Lane, from her thesis play, Harlowe.
