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it was so vast and powerfuli hadnt climbed a mountain in years 

i dropped my camera batteries down the mountain

and this is what i got

shane and trees and roots

and the white cloud

— 22 hours ago
the april 14th that i was supposed to spend writing a paper

I wake and I got to class- do some studying – another class

Leave to go home with the intention of writing this short paper

So I am walking back to walker and going up the depot street stairs. And as I was walking I was thinking oh im kinda tired so I sat down on that bench and stayed there for almost 2 hours. I had my computer so I listened to music, I typed letters to people and wrote about this weekend and how I felt and how amazing it was.

And then some random guy walks up the stairs to the spot where I am and he is wearing necklackes, om hat, has a mile the size of the fucking earth and asks me how my day is going. Classic new age dood. I asked him where he came from he told me he was from space. And I ended up sitting there for one entire hour and half with him chatting then smoking pot with him and another girl that that was also passing through and knew of him and just sat down.

He was clearly on drugs but seriously was saying some amazing, but some fucking crazy words don’t get me wrong. He kept saying that he had so much love for everything and that life is a fucking dream. I felt like I was high from just listening to him and thinking about the weekend even though I was sober at this point. He was in fucking bliss. & on drugs

The girl and I were mainly laughing at all the stuff he was saying he was on another planet but anyway then I left, or we all left. And I was in bliss. Walking and all the dandelions just oozing sunshine and the squirrels shitting sunshine on this  cloudy day. I just kept giggling.

So I sat on front porch and was continuing my letters and being distracted by the pics Olivia added on fb. And an old grad TA from fall was walking by and I asked her what she was up to these days and if she is still going to Australia for her pHd. She said she wasn’t anymore because just today they told her that they needed more time to decide if they still needed her- basically what she was planning on doing back in October, what she was so certain of, she ended up not doing it.

 and she told me that as of today she made the decision to go to Dartmouth. She just looked so spacey and in deep thought the entire time I talked to her. She left and although it was a very awkward interaction (I never really talked to her much). She left and I was like DAMN this life.

And then right after that i randomly got swiped to go into the dhall and filled my belly until i could eat no more.

salad with all the veggies and chicken

yogurt and blue berries and pizza

and a bowl of cinnamon toast crunch

gluttony

 

— 2 days ago

so many pictures……………………………………………….. ?

— 1 month ago
motherboardtv:

Florida’s Sinkhole Problem Is Just One Part of America’s Looming Water Woes
I moved to New York for a bunch of different reasons, but the eminent danger of earthquakes in San Francisco is perhaps one reason–if slight–that I was drawn to the East Coast. I’d never have to worry about that big one anymore, the ultimate quake that people have forever theorized will one day turn the Bay Area upside-down on itself. Still, I’m resigned to believe there’s almost nowhere to hide from the threat of nature’s power.
Giving credence to that belief, last week a Florida man, Jeff Bush, was sucked out of his sleep and into a sinkhole. Rescue crews deemed it too dangerous to continue the search for Bush, and he’s presumed to be dead. As bizarre as the story sounds, sinkholes are not-so-bizarre an occurrence in the state that relies so heavily upon its groundwater infrastructures. When groundwater moves through highly soluble limestone, of which Florida’s northwestern soils are so highly concentrated, it erodes. Underground caves are formed, which inevitably collapse. Then you have yourself a sinkhole. Florida has thousands.
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- by Daniel Stuckey

motherboardtv:

Florida’s Sinkhole Problem Is Just One Part of America’s Looming Water Woes

I moved to New York for a bunch of different reasons, but the eminent danger of earthquakes in San Francisco is perhaps one reason–if slight–that I was drawn to the East Coast. I’d never have to worry about that big one anymore, the ultimate quake that people have forever theorized will one day turn the Bay Area upside-down on itself. Still, I’m resigned to believe there’s almost nowhere to hide from the threat of nature’s power.

Giving credence to that belief, last week a Florida man, Jeff Bush, was sucked out of his sleep and into a sinkhole. Rescue crews deemed it too dangerous to continue the search for Bush, and he’s presumed to be dead. As bizarre as the story sounds, sinkholes are not-so-bizarre an occurrence in the state that relies so heavily upon its groundwater infrastructures. When groundwater moves through highly soluble limestone, of which Florida’s northwestern soils are so highly concentrated, it erodes. Underground caves are formed, which inevitably collapse. Then you have yourself a sinkhole. Florida has thousands.

CONTINUE

- by Daniel Stuckey

— 2 months ago with 226 notes

why do you welcome them ?

— 2 months ago

yesterday athens felt like what i remember a cold rainy day in my hometown in chile. there was no snow but it was rainy, windy and very cold. It was a refreshing cold though.

— 3 months ago