In the dark of the ocean, some animals have evolved to use bioluminescence as a defense. In the animation above, an ostracod, one of the tiny crustaceans seen flitting near the top of the tank, has just been swallowed by a cardinal fish. When threatened, the ostracod ejects two chemicals, luciferin and luciferase, which, when combined, emit light. Because the glow would draw undesirable attention to the cardinal fish, it spits out the ostracod and the glowing liquid and flees. Check out the full video clip over at BBC News. Other crustaceans, including several species of shrimp, also spit out bioluminescent fluids defensively. (Image credit: BBC, source video; via @amyleerobinson)
Staglieno Cemetery, Genoa, Italy. This is the grave of Italino Lacomelli, the child that died on the 16 August 1925. He was five years old and a victim of to a killer while he played in the public garden with his hoop. His mother already had died. The father, Donatello Iacomelli (1889/1976) was buried in the same grave as the childs mother. (Source) Other Graveyard Posts: (The Weeping Woman) (Angel of Death) (Compilation of Gravestones, Part 1, Part 2)
I hurt the only person I care about. And when it happens, it never occurs to me that I am actually the one who is hurting. And I understand that things I say at those moments are very painful and destructive for both of us, probably even more painful for me than for that person because I am so morbidly obsessed with my own failures and mistakes.
If I tried to describe myself during those episodes, it would be something along the lines of "stupid hysterical accusing irrational bitch", only with 20+ colorful and ugly adjectives. I don’t think I will ever become this, but the fact that sometimes I behave like one is more than enough. And it seems pretty obvious to me now that by rummaging through my insecurities, guilt, and hatred I only make it worse and more real.
So that verbal abuse happens, then an hour or two passes and I slowly begin to realize what. have. I. done. I don’t understand why did I develop this side of my personality, why is it literally the worst thing I could ever come up with, why cant’ I just recognize the moment when I start doing this shit and just stop. It’s just so bitter and stupid and, well, different from what I am (or I think I am?). There’s a thousand things that I despise about myself but I think this one is by far the most disturbing.
And this time I went way too far. I read this article about parents who sold their daughter into sex slavery (a bit triggering subject for me) and I wanted to discuss something. You see, in libertarian philosophy the legal status of children is a tricky question. It kept going fine until unwittingly I started to get more passive-aggressive. We then discussed how parents can and can not treat their children and why. Finally, I asked about incest, even though we already discussed this. My boyfriend replied that he doesn’t consider it a crime but of course does not approve a parent-child sexual relationship. I think, besides my somewhat premature and unnecessary emphasis on sexual exploitation among other possible parental abuses, one of my deepest fears kicked in. I’m absolutely terrified of getting dumped. I have regular nightmares about it, but the worst (although highly improbable and I know it) scenario is being left for someone younger than me when I get old. I am certain that my boyfriend is not the kind of person to do that and we talked about it a lot in the past. But at this point hell broke loose in my head and I pretty much accused him that he would dump me for our future daughter. I must be a really sick person for even considering this. We hadn’t talk for about a day before we could return to this subject and talk it through.
Bottom line is: 1) My boyfriend is still safe to have a child from :p 2) Children’s status remains to be a sensitive and difficult topic in libertarianism. However I tend to think that parents should always have more rights over their children than the society, yet there still must be borders like serious injuries or any unwanted forceful action after reaching adulthood.
3) I’m insane
Scared the heck out of my cat today…highlight of today haha
Sven Svendsen (Norwegian/American, 1864-1934), Tree Trunks in Snow. Oil on canvas, 32 x 24 in.
This is absolutely not me, nor my goal—I—it’s just…just a funny comic relevant to my blog. Ha hahahaha hah…
YES YES I AM READY TO OBEY HAIL MANTID LORD
moss covered boots, bedfordale
Some incredibly beautiful abandoned greenhouses. There’s something about those arched windows, glass walls and tall metal frames — they just work so well together aaah