the fucking?? height difference?? oh my god???? no fucking wonder damian gets obsessed with rakiel later on, imagine seeing a guy throw himself at danger over and over again to save others when you could literally tuck him under your chin. pick him up by the scruff of his neck and dangle him like a kitten. i'd go a little feral too.
Jessie Ware burst onto the scene briefly with a 2011 collab single with Sampha and then in a more profound way when her first full-length, Devotion, arrived a year later. “The South London singer Jessie Ware is a devout realist making the most of her pop-star dreams,” raves Pitchfork. “Her commitment to both sides of that equation is what turns her debut album into a uniquely soulful master class.” This past April, more than a decade later, she delivered another stunner with That! Feels Good!. “A true, forward-facing pop visionary,” says NME. “Ware’s finest album of her career is a transformative experience, an outlandishly good record that allows her to let loose.” And with her North American tour winding down, the disco-pop star (and podcast host) let loose at a sold-out Terminal 5 on Saturday night.
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the residual scent of bleach lingers in the air of the hospital hallways, and his scarce few belongings clink and clatter as he empties his pockets into the plastic tray provided, as leon makes his way through the comprehensive security set-up, shifting his legs shoulder-width apart as they wave the handheld metal detector over the fabric of his slacks, extending one arm, and then the other for the same treatment. leon can barely smother the impatient urge to tap his foot, instead repetitively squeezing his hand into a fist at his side and releasing, as they look over his government identification, and then his a.u.p.i.t. badge. leon startles, reluctantly dragging his eyes away from the curtain-clad sliding glass doors further down the hall ahead, as the woman behind the glass barrier clears her throat and asks him to sign a non-disclosure agreement he doesn't bother to read through for the second time. he knows the drill and gist by now. penning his signature in narrow cursive, piling his keys and wallet and identification cards loosely into his pockets, leon takes the chilled can of V8 in hand he bought directly from the lobby vending machine, and immediately breaks into a brisk walk as they wave him through.
stopping just outside the door, wavering on the threshold, leon pauses, uncertain - how is he going to approach this? what is there for him to even say in the first place? hey, i'm leon kennedy, nice to meet you, so, what was it like being held captive in your own body for four years because i let a renowned and amoral spy escape with apparently a handful of plaga samples? no hard feelings, right? guilt gnaws as he hovers outside of valentine's room, and leon draws a hand over the lower half of his face, scratching at light stubble with blunt nails as he considers a slight hope that maybe, if he was as lucky as everyone kept telling him he was, she would be fast asleep, knocked-out cold, and he could leave a note wishing her well instead of having to conversate face-to-face with her. leon winces visibly at the thought alone, disparaging it immediately. with the immense respect he has for jill in spades, he won't allow his admiration to be outwon by his self-reproach, and if she strangles leon with her iv lines, which he'll probably deserve, he won't go out as a coward, only as an idiot. inhaling, exhaling, biting the bullet, leon knocks twice before turning the handle and stepping in, and he can't hide the way his face drops the instant he sees the state of her, but he tries anyway, a well-practiced debonair half-smile instantly at the edge of his lips, raising a hand in greeting before it drums out a tinny beat on the canned drink he's brought along, sparing an assessing glass to the vitals monitor to the side of the bed, and then back to her.
❝ hey there, i'm leon, i wrote the kennedy report, about the plaga? i wanted to stop by, see if they were looking after you alright.. ❞ leon pauses, mouth partially open as he glances at her monitor again, back to her, and to the monitor again, concern flickering across his features. quiet for a spell of seconds, leon closes his mouth, internally settled on a new approach, with a matter of fact click of his tongue in a well, shit manner. he turns away, abruptly taking a chair from his side of the room, and placing it backwards near the end of her bed, leon swinging a leg over and straddling his seat with his arms braced over the back. wordlessly hooking two fingers in the collar hem of his shirt, leon pulls it down low over his breastbone, bearing the edge of fractals of jutting blackened veins, his skin warped with thick scar tissue, discolored to an amalgamation of dark pink and red splotches. leon's collar hem springs back into place as he lets go, and he scratches at the light stubble on the side of his face again, a nervous tilt present in his smile now. ❝ it's much easier to just show you than explain, sorry, ❞ leon's fingers drum against the back of the chair, the first few beats of journey's wheel in the sky. ❝ i wanted to answer any questions, if you have them? there's.. there's just certain shit that doctor's don't get, and can't understand. i'm a complete stranger, so i get it if you don't want to pass a tissue box back and forth with me, ❞ briefly, leon's boyish smile broadens, only kidding, before it shifts into that light half-smile again. ❝ but if, you change your mind, or something feels wrong, freaks you out, now, later, six years from now, three in the morning, whatever, whenever, i'll be a phone call away. ❞
george michael, who died seven years ago today, spent his life making private donations to organizations fighting AIDS, homelessness and poverty, including a donation to omwabini in west kenya that helped it grow to new heights. one story alleges he overheard a stranger in a cafe speaking of her debts and had a waitress give her a check he wrote for 25,000 pounds after he left. he anonymously volunteered at homeless shelters. he held a free concert for NHS nurses for his gratitude for his mother's care during her battle with breast cancer. sali hughes stated that he once tipped a barmaid five thousand pounds to help with her debts. he facilitated a trip for 250 disabled and terminally ill children to take a holiday vacation to lapland. when doing press for his big album drop for "older," he gave the exclusive to big issue, a paper devoted to helping unhoused people make income. he donated thousands to two separate women who he saw on television trying to pay for IVF -- one of them found out she was pregnant the day he died. radio dj mick brown said george quietly donated 100,000 pounds every easter to Help a London Child to support poor children.
these are only a few of the charitable acts he did. he did many of these things anonymously, intentionally so. but the thing is when you do so many things that touch so many lives, they tend to outlive you long after you're gone. i think of him every Christmas, and i wish he was still with us. but i'm glad we had him at all.
Y baila lento flor morada / And dance slow purple flower
Que me recuerdas a mi amada / For you remind me of my beloved
Ella me está esperando en casa / She's waiting for me at home
Y yo muriendo por volver / And I'm dying to go back
Bugambilia - Nasa Histoires
bk moon wrote two different books about a korean guy being isekai'd as a noble into a fantasy novel and developing an extremely homoerotic relationship with the original protagonist who devotes his life to protect him, eventually reaching a point where their only goal is to keep each other safe at all costs and i'm just. supposed to be normal about it. not meant to see anything unusual in that. okay.
btw. you do not have to roleplay. you don't have to. i don't just want rp partners, i want ppl to simply send me questions. i want to Worldbuild. i want to screech about my boy. he is everything to me now; neglect of him is finally making me understand why people complain about lack of bitches bc i think this is the same feeling. i'm dying over here.
Okay so, it turns out that your cell phone battery is a basically a homunculus of an electric fish.
These are the same thing. Let me explain.
@fishteriously, a paleoichthyologist, told me that Alessandro Volta invented the electric battery after studying electric eels and rays. This sounded like a fun science factoid! I wanted to know more! I saw the claim repeated on any number of pop science articles from the last century or so, but none that quoted from primary sources.
The voltaic pile is one of the most important inventions, ever, of all time. Before Volta, electricity could be stored in Leyden jar capacitors, which would discharge in a single, brief burst. Volta's pile was the first method of producing a continuous electric current, which launched the modern era of electricity as we know it. His explanation for how it worked was incorrect, but it was still a massive breakthrough.
Batteries use the same principle to this day, just with different materials (e.g. cobalt oxide, graphite, and lithium salts rather than silver, zinc, and brine).
But is it a fish?
This is Volta's first schematic of a battery, or "voltaic pile" – at the time, "battery" referred to a bunch of Leyden jars linked in series, the term wouldn't come to refer to piles until later. "Z" and "A" stand for zinc and silver ("argentum"), with brine-soaked paper disks between. It does look a bit like an eel?
But is it truly?
Surely, if Volta modeled the pile after electric fishes, I’d be able to find a citation! Wikipedia is usually a good place to start when hunting primary sources, but no luck. No mention of fish at all. I trust fishteriously more than wikipedia, however, so I went digging. Looks like Volta first reported his discovery in a Letter to the Royal Society in 1800.
Found the letter!
Aw beans, it’s in French. I haven’t studied French since high school.
BUT WAIT. WHAT WAS THAT.
Une commotion électrique? A trembling eel???
Okay so now I NEEDED to read the letter in English. I found an English-language summary published by the Royal Society, but it looks like the only English translation of the full letter was in the appendix of an out-of-print book called “Alessandro Volta and the Electric Battery.”
So I bought a used copy. Let's see what Volta has to say about this:
"To this apparatus ... I have constructed it, in its form to the natural electric organ of the torpedo or electric eel, &c, than to the Leyden flask and electric batteries [battery = linked Leyden flasks], I would wish to give the name of artificial electric organ."
Yes! The voltaic pile was explicitly modeled after electric fishes – torpedo rays and electric eels. Fishteriously was 100% correct. Volta never even calls it a "pile," it is always "artificial electric organ." A significant portion of the letter is devoted to electric eels and torpedo rays, in fact.
But also, the rest of the letter is bonkers.
He wrote pages on painful experiments with the artificial electric organ – touching it, poking it into his eyes and ears, making other people touch it, generally just shocking the ever loving hell out of himself over and over. He routinely shocks himself so hard that he has to take breaks. And of course, he licks it.
But that's not the best part:
He says that the artificial electric organ can be turned sideways and submerged in liquid...
"...by which means these cylinders would have a pretty good resemblance to the electric eel ... they might be joined together by pliable metallic wires or screw springs, and then covered with a skin terminated by a head and tail properly formed, &c."
There you have it. One of the most important scientific discoveries of all time, and it includes a crafts project for building an authentic electric eel puppet.
In summary, next time you charge your phone, take a moment to thank the soul of the electric fish inside of it.
Today I rewatched all of season 2 with a friend who hadn't had the chance to see it, and it's really true that if the pacing seemed off to you as it aired, try watching it altogether. It flows so well when you're not spending a week in between episodes hyping up theories and over-analyzing throwaway lines.
The rewatch hammered home how lucky I feel to have this show! It's so good, friends. I'm so incredibly grateful we got this show.
Some of the little things that I didn't appreciate on first watch that I just adored on a rewatch:
How well Archie and Zheng Yi Sao are immediately integrated into our cast. They had limited time and their writing is really cleverly done to endear us to them immediately.
Every Buttons and Auntie interaction, absolute gold
Surprisingly (for me), Ed and Izzy's interactions in the first two eps. It's just so terminally unhinged. The way Izzy says he "has love" for Ed like he's ashamed of it, like how you have a sickness. "Do you think I wouldn't know the smell of my own rotting former first mate?" The way Ed handed Izzy a gun to try to get him to shoot Ed, but Izzy tried to shoot himself instead and was symbolically reborn. It's good shit.
The Gravy Basket scenes really rewards a rewatch. Try to pick up on clues something's up before Ed realizes, it's great fun.
The way Stede's devotion to Ed is immediately palpable.
Ed and Stede are so soft and cute for each other dear lord. just gets better and better.
The musical choices are top notch, especially in those first three episodes. The sound design in general is exceptional.
The way this show is shot, dear lord. There is so much care in every shot, it doesn't look like a basic TV show.
Every actor in this show is giving it their all. Rhys and Taika are phenomenal, of course, but Con is amazing, Matt Maher makes me love Black Pete more with every rewatch, David Fane is perfect, and Samba Schutte is so incredible. Roach doesn't have a lot this season but Samba gives every line 110%.
Such! A! Good! Show!! If you didn't like the pacing on first watch, take my word for it, try a rewatch.
Granville T. Woods (April 23, 1856 – January 30, 1910) introduced the “Figure Eight,” the world's first electric roller coaster, in 1892 at Coney Island Amusement Park in New York. Woods patented the invention in 1893, and in 1901, he sold it to General Electric.
Woods was an American inventor who held more than 50 patents in the United States. He was the first African American mechanical and electrical engineer after the Civil War. Self-taught, he concentrated most of his work on trains and streetcars.
In 1884, Woods received his first patent, for a steam boiler furnace, and in 1885, Woods patented an apparatus that was a combination of a telephone and a telegraph. The device, which he called "telegraphony", would allow a telegraph station to send voice and telegraph messages through Morse code over a single wire. He sold the rights to this device to the American Bell Telephone Company.
In 1887, he patented the Synchronous Multiplex Railway Telegraph, which allowed communications between train stations from moving trains by creating a magnetic field around a coiled wire under the train. Woods caught smallpox prior to patenting the technology, and Lucius Phelps patented it in 1884. In 1887, Woods used notes, sketches, and a working model of the invention to secure the patent. The invention was so successful that Woods began the Woods Electric Company in Cincinnati, Ohio, to market and sell his patents. However, the company quickly became devoted to invention creation until it was dissolved in 1893.
Woods often had difficulties in enjoying his success as other inventors made claims to his devices. Thomas Edison later filed a claim to the ownership of this patent, stating that he had first created a similar telegraph and that he was entitled to the patent for the device. Woods was twice successful in defending himself, proving that there were no other devices upon which he could have depended or relied upon to make his device. After Thomas Edison's second defeat, he decided to offer Granville Woods a position with the Edison Company, but Woods declined.
In 1888, Woods manufactured a system of overhead electric conducting lines for railroads modeled after the system pioneered by Charles van Depoele, a famed inventor who had by then installed his electric railway system in thirteen United States cities.
Following the Great Blizzard of 1888, New York City Mayor Hugh J. Grant declared that all wires, many of which powered the above-ground rail system, had to be removed and buried, emphasizing the need for an underground system. Woods's patent built upon previous third rail systems, which were used for light rails, and increased the power for use on underground trains. His system relied on wire brushes to make connections with metallic terminal heads without exposing wires by installing electrical contactor rails. Once the train car had passed over, the wires were no longer live, reducing the risk of injury. It was successfully tested in February 1892 in Coney Island on the Figure Eight Roller Coaster.
In 1896, Woods created a system for controlling electrical lights in theaters, known as the "safety dimmer", which was economical, safe, and efficient, saving 40% of electricity use.
Woods is also sometimes credited with the invention of the air brake for trains in 1904; however, George Westinghouse patented the air brake almost 40 years prior, making Woods's contribution an improvement to the invention.
Woods died of a cerebral hemorrhage at Harlem Hospital in New York City on January 30, 1910, having sold a number of his devices to such companies as Westinghouse, General Electric, and American Engineering. Until 1975, his resting place was an unmarked grave, but historian M.A. Harris helped raise funds, persuading several of the corporations that used Woods's inventions to donate money to purchase a headstone. It was erected at St. Michael's Cemetery in Elmhurst, Queens.
LEGACY
▪Baltimore City Community College established the Granville T. Woods scholarship in memory of the inventor.
▪In 2004, the New York City Transit Authority organized an exhibition on Woods that utilized bus and train depots and an issue of four million MetroCards commemorating the inventor's achievements in pioneering the third rail.
▪In 2006, Woods was inducted into the National Inventors Hall of Fame.
▪In April 2008, the corner of Stillwell and Mermaid Avenues in Coney Island was named Granville T. Woods Way.