serendipitousramblings:

This makes me inexplicably happy.

This.

(Source: ladamania)

“My name is Giovanni Giorgio. But everybody calls me Giorgio.”

(Source: Spotify)

expose-the-light:

Stunning Northern Lights Glow Over the Rocky Mountains

Damn Earth, you pretty. And space, too, or whatever.

(via crookedindifference)

Cory Arcangel - Adult Contemporary

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it8bit:

Nostalgia

Created by Jason St. Peter

jesuisperdu:

lasse bech martinussen

Is that Honda CRV or are you just happy to see me?

Lego Stephen Hawking

[via Kottke]

Oh goodie: Yahoo Board to Meet Sunday to Consider $1.1 Billion, All-Cash Deal to Acquire Tumblr.

Junior Senior - Move Your Feet

nycdigital:

Where Do New Yorkers Tweet the most? Broadway Street. 

Photo and Article Source: Newsweek 

I’m pie-eyed over this.

(via huffingtonpost)

laughingsquid:

LEGO Daft Punk

Here’s the soundtrack.

Is that Ron Swanson on the right?

(Source: clubinternet)

motherboardtv:

jtotheizzoe:

Zhangye Danxia - Geology From a Storybook

Long ago, colorful sediments were deposited in western China, layer after layer, century after century. If you were there at the time, you would have seen unremarkable ground, a single hue of dirt no different from a thousand other places on Earth. 

But after thousands and thousands of years subject to the forces of pressure and tectonic movement, the total of those layers has been pushed upward, letting us peek at a rainbow-hued slice of Earth’s past perhaps unmatched on this planet. The planet looks more like the cross-section of a jawbreaker candy than layers of rock in these photos, near Zhangye, China.

The Zhangye formation, not to be confused with this danxia, a UNESCO heritage site, reminds us how our crust is heaved and hurled throughout the ages, a slow evolution that will continue into the distant future. It’s yet another story of Earth’s past, written in stone, but perhaps with the same pen as a fantasy storybook.

Check out more photos from Flickr user Melinda ^..^, and take some time to tour the formation in Google Earth.

Dang, Earth. You pretty.

theparisreview:

A sentence is hard for a sudden   to spin into space.
See the hand perch on to fish out on the limb so to speak?
It’s not to place but the verge of,
a breath only a comment can clear the way to.
The distant scars.
There’s no question
of diversion, the willingness
to hug a huge
escape to right where
you never left. The unsuspected masses,
collapses into itself a self.
This is what is meant by cement.

—Douglas Messerli, “Causes of the Crack Up: An Explication”
Photography Credit Elizabeth Moran via Ain’t Bad Magazine

I always knew Where the Sidewalk Ends had a sequel.