Boston Globe - A Tale Told by an Idiot

(A street in Cambridgeham. Most Exalted University Professor HENRY LOUIS GATES, freshly returned from the Land of the Asian Khan, is rattling the door of his keep. Enter a WENCH.)

WENCH: Alarum! Alarum! A thief is about!

GATES: Peace, ye fat guts!

(Enter SHERIFF CROWLEY)

CROWLEY: Stay, now! Who disturbs our peaceful shire?

GATES: I disturb no man. My key unlocketh not.

CROWLEY: Forsooth, thou breakest and enterest.

GATES (entering his castle): I break not for witless constables. Begone!

The Longest Way - a one year video diary of a man and his beard, walking across China.

A fairy-tale-like journey through the inner workings of the cell. My favorite is the vesicle transport protein; it reminds me of Fantasia’s The Sorcerer’s Apprentice.

A Sad Giant Awakens in Nantes Click for high-res photo

A Sad Giant Awakens in Nantes

Cardboard furniture

Cardboard furniture

Rock Band - The Beatles cinematic

redkite: Dear violin, I want you back. I haven’t stopped crying all afternoon. Ugh. Oh no! What happened? (As a fellow violinist, I’m obliged to ask!)

redkite:

Dear violin, I want you back. I haven’t stopped crying all afternoon. Ugh.

Oh no! What happened? (As a fellow violinist, I’m obliged to ask!)

(this post was reblogged from redkite)

Modern Love: My view from the margins

A somewhat painful feeling arose in my throat. What was it that I had just seen? How would I write about it? And what had just happened to me? My breath was shallow. I waited, inhaled deeply, felt my ribs expand and the lump in my throat melt, and then I knocked. Next, as I have done now for two years, I stepped inside the home of complete strangers and asked them how they found love.

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