Reblog if you know someone you just want to make happy
gnossienne
n. a moment of awareness that someone you’ve known for years still has a private and mysterious inner life, and somewhere in the hallways of their personality is a door locked from the inside, a stairway leading to a wing of the house that you’ve never fully explored—an unfinished attic that will remain maddeningly unknowable to you, because ultimately neither of you has a map, or a master key, or any way of knowing exactly where you stand.
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Computer files stored accurately on DNA in new breakthrough Scientists have recorded data including Shakespearean sonnets and an MP3 file on strands of DNA, in a breakthrough which could see millions of records stored on a handful of molecules rather than computer drives.
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By translating computerised files into DNA similar to that found in plants and animals, the researchers claim it is possible to store a billion books’ worth of data for thousands of years in just a small test tube. Although the method is expensive, it could still be much more efficient than hard drives or magnetic tape for long-term storage of large sets of data such as government records, the scientists said. Within a decade, they expect the technique to have become cheap enough that DNA storage could become cost-efficient for the public to store lifelong keepsakes like wedding videos. Dr Nick Goldman of the European Bioinformatics Institute, who led the study, said: “We already know that DNA is a robust way to store information because we can extract it from bones of woolly mammoths, which date back tens of thousands of years, and make sense of it. “It’s also incredibly small, dense and does not need any power for storage, so shipping and keeping it is easy.” (via Computer files stored accurately on DNA in new breakthrough - Telegraph)
Last night I thought I kissed
the loneliness from out your belly button.
I thought I did, but later you sat up,
all bones and restless hands, and told me
there is a knot in your body that I cannot undo.I never know what to say to these things.
“It’s okay.” “Come back to bed.”
“Please don’t go away again.”Sometimes you are gone for days at a time
and it is all I can do not to call the police,
file a missing person’s report, even though
you are right there, still sleeping next to me
in bed. But your eyes are like an empty house
in winter: lights left on to scare away intruders.Except in this case I am the intruder and you
are already locked up so tight that no one
could possibly jimmy their way in.Last night I thought I gave you a reason
not to be so sad when I held your body like
a high note and we both trembled from the effort.Some people, though, are sad against all reason,
all sensibility, all love. I know better now.
I know what to say to the things you admit to me
in the dark, all bones and restless hands.“It’s okay.” “You can stay in bed.”
“Please come back to me again.”
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Fairy tales from Hans Andersen, 1906
Illustrations by Gordon Browne
The Sea Maiden
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Sometimes I feel that if I just want it badly enough it has to happen.
Cement Bleak - 2009, Dalston, London.
By Isaac Cordal, rapidly becoming one of my favourite contemporary artists—this new venture into a street art form, placing the manipulated kitchen utensils in situ so that these breathtaking shadow art forms manifest.
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