Coral Spawning Event on the Great Barrier Reef
This mass reproduction only occurs once a year, at night and after a full moon.
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“At times the half of me aglow, at times the half of me oblivion—”— Juan Ramón Jiménez, tr by Robert Bly, from “Zenith,” written c. 1919
The single greatest and most fascinating “futurist” architecture movement in the world right now is happening in Bolivia, where national prosperity and a dedication to works for the poor and public housing led to an explosion of colorful styles inspired by Aymara Indian art. There should be more articles about this, the interiors are just as amazing. Incidentally, most of these buildings are not for the rich or in trendy neighborhoods, but are public housing. I’ve heard this style referred to as “Neo-Andean” but like most currently thriving styles it doesn’t have a universally agreed on name yet.
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“The clitoris is pure in purpose. It is the only organ in the body designed purely for pleasure. The clitoris is simply a bundle of nerves: 8000 nerve fibres, to be precise. That’s a higher concentration of nerve fibres than is found anywhere else in the body, including the fingertips, lips, and tongue, and it is twice the number in the penis. Who needs a handgun when you’ve got a semiautomatic.” —Natalie Angier, Woman: An Intimate Geography
artwork by Patrick Van der Elst
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1. Statuette; Egypt; ca. 1295–1070 B.C.
2. Figurine of a Seated Woman; Egypt; ca. 3450–3200 B.C.
3. Female Figure; Mexico; ca. 1500–600 B.C.
4. Nude standing female; Mesopotamia; ca. 2000–1750 B.C.
5. Nude female figure; Levant; ca. 2000-1000 B.C.
6. Double-headed figure; Ecuador; 2300–2200 B.C.
7. Statuette; Egypt; ca. 1550–1295 B.C.
8. Standing Female Clay Figure; Japan; ca. 1000–300 B.C.
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“A kind of light spread out from her. And everything changed color. And the world opened out. And a day was good to awaken to. And there were no limits to anything. And the people of the world were good and handsome. And I was not afraid any more.”— East of Eden, John Steinbeck
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