edge of dawn.

oh yeah have i ever told yall of the academic war i have been an unwilling soilder in for the past two years

okay SO. i have two professors that both teach this one subject, but different classes. they have different last names, so i didnt know this at first and espically since they are academic RIVELS at my school, but they are MARRIED. but for the past 8 years they have been in an academic WAR of geospatical sciences data. more accurately, the raster vs vector data debate. i am personally on the side of "both have their pros and cons and can be utalizied to the utmost efficency" but both professors are like, DEADLOCKED in insistanting one is better then the other

so, professor A is my mentor. i like him a lot, and he was the main person that taught me the most abotu Eris and ArcGIS. professor B is a professor i had one for class, and shes nice and knows a lot of little tricks about Eris programming but mostly relies on arcMAP because shes the raster data professor.

and THESE MOTHERFUCKERS. have written no less then 30 papers that is basically like a "re: re: re: re: re: re: vector data is better then raster fuck you" but like, Professionally. and they leave stupid notes in the footnotes that read "Reguardless of Professor A's opinions reguarding the efficency of Vector data, Raster data has a more efficant polygon computing rate and is the most commonly used program on interplantaring mapping" and its HILARIOUS

ive read all of their papers, and its basically like reading an email chain between a married couple arguing over the colors of the kitchen backsplash for their new home. its HILARIOUS. but obviously, because of their differnet last names and because they act like they HATE each other, NOT VERY MANY PEOPLE REALIZES THEYRE MARRIED

until like LAST WEEK

professor B publishes a paper that casually drops the word "husband"

and obviously all the students are like "oh i didnt know u were married!" because we read that shit like how white suburban mothers read People Magazine

and shes like "yeah, its Professor A"

and we all FLIPPED. THE FUCK. OUT

we thought the framed picture of the two of them on professor A's desk was ironic because hes that type of guy

like, you gotta undestand. these two have gotten into YELLING matches in hallways. these two refuse to go onto trips with each other. but apparently they have a system where they quite LITERALLY leave all of their work at work and drive home in seperate cars and literally NEVER mention work at home. it is SO funny

Normalize, romanticize, problematize, caramelize, pathologize, real eyes, realize, real lies, materialize, destabilize, McDonald’s fries, contextualize

— Louise Glück, “Inferno,” from Vita Nova 

"MSG tricks your brain into thinking food tastes better."

Yes, Brian, that is the essential function of spices and flavorings.

“Actual spices” - msg is monosodium glutamate. It is found in nature. It’s in fucking tomatoes. The reason it has such a stigma against it is due to - surprise! - racism and xenophobia, since it’s primarily associated with asian cuisine even though msg is in a wide variety of American foods as well, both naturally or as artificial flavoring. Is it possible for too much msg to kill you? Yeah, sure, but the same goes for table salt as well.

I remember working as a retail intern at Ikea, helping people design their kitchen on the computers.

I especially remember the anti-Karen I helped once. After spending quite a bit of time helping her, she asked to see my manager. I had just started out a few weeks earlier, and let me tell you I got so scared hearing those words. I told her my manager wasn’t here but that if she had something to say, an older colleague was in charge of us interns. She went to him (I was basically dying inside), and told him that I had done tremendously good work, and that she wished he told that to the manager. It was so kind. 

I also remember the young man who, upon learning I was an intern, asked me what stuff I still had trouble doing and asked for just that. We both knew he had no intention of buying that plain stone, super expensive custom-made tabletop. But he thought it would be a good occasion for me to practice with no pressure. He let me take all the time I needed to get it right. That was nice.

The old lady I helped twice, and who wanted to add some details and order her furniture in a month or so ; when I told her I wished her well because my internship would be over by then, she seriously considered rushing a little because she wanted to keep working with me. It was nice.

The three 30ish friends who worked at some factory for what I know to be low wages, that I helped for two hours with some complicated kitchen layout. They wanted to give me a tip, even though tips are far from common in France, let alone in Ikea. I refused because it was against the rules. They insisted I was barely paid and did great work. Still no. They gave me some papers back, and I found 10 euros inbetween the pages. 

The lady who also wanted to give a tip -and let me know that I should check the third drawer in the exposition kitchen. I found 20 euros there. 

The woman who thanked me for making her very shy teenage daughter laugh to tears while working on their kitchen plan. 

Wherever those people are now, I hope they’re well. Be kind to retail workers. It may not be much to you, but I can assure you we do remember those things even seven years later. This is just so important. 

THE END OF EVANGELION (1997) dir. Hideaki Anno

a story about imperfect loves ;u;

I FUCKING LOVE NYLE xkjsjndkjansd

“this is the hill you want to die on?” oh no i just love arguing. i fully intend to leave this hill once it gets boring. sorry for the confusion!

man i love fictional characters i really do. here's a fake little guy you can project real big emotions onto.

→ introducing Shi Qingxuan and Ming Yi!

Tian Guan Ci Fu

↳ Ming Yi / He Xuan in episodes 5 & 9

“The man in black had his head hung low against the stone wall at the end of the path, his face as white as a sheet, his hair a mess; but underneath that unkemptness was a pair of eyes that shone with determination, like burning ice.”

accusing real life people of gaybaiting you is so funny to me.. how is it someone else's fault that YOU have a bad gaydar

"they profited off ambiguity" they literally just painted their nails and you diagnosed them with with fruit.

Blue Pool, Oregon

yes (source)

#Forbidden Gatorade

WORD OF HONOR - EP. 23 » Liu Qianqiao