as long as it's still called today.
this is the saddest and most beautiful posthumous collection I’ve ever read…

this is the saddest and most beautiful posthumous collection I’ve ever read…

smartpeopleposting:

Dams make spawning salmon more prone to heart attack: UBC study

Reaching spawning grounds is hard work for salmon, and UBC researchers say fish forced to “sprint” through fast-moving water or other obstacles can suffer heart attacks.
The study found sockeye are more likely to die in the hours after being forced to swim fast and hard to make their way through turbulent waters below dams.
Researchers say so-called “burst swimming” creates severe stress that could lead to heart failure.
Female sockeye are especially prone, in part because females may be using more energy to produce eggs, hiking their sensitivity to other environmental challenges.
Biologist and lead author Nicholas Burnett says the study demonstrates how vital it is for salmon to have easy access around obstacles in the river.
The study is published in the latest issue of the journal Physiological and Biochemical Zoology.

smartpeopleposting:

Dams make spawning salmon more prone to heart attack: UBC study

Reaching spawning grounds is hard work for salmon, and UBC researchers say fish forced to “sprint” through fast-moving water or other obstacles can suffer heart attacks.

The study found sockeye are more likely to die in the hours after being forced to swim fast and hard to make their way through turbulent waters below dams.

Researchers say so-called “burst swimming” creates severe stress that could lead to heart failure.

Female sockeye are especially prone, in part because females may be using more energy to produce eggs, hiking their sensitivity to other environmental challenges.

Biologist and lead author Nicholas Burnett says the study demonstrates how vital it is for salmon to have easy access around obstacles in the river.

The study is published in the latest issue of the journal Physiological and Biochemical Zoology.

testosteroni

if I pleasure myself quickly
tonight, maybe I’ll read
the novel for 15 
glorious
minutes.

ive refused the indulgence
before and finished a book,
as if my stamina
favored
rhetoric.

i knew then, like i don’t now,
how to drink wine and
scribble red heart
lamplight
verses.

but times of backward logic
are eager to fuck as i am
when i cash butts in
summer
blues.

you can’t waste time and
be smarter than hell.

i remember when my friend jonsn respectfully asked me NOT to turn my blog into a nature blog. he was noticing not only an influx of landscape photography, but its inevitable detriment to my soul. his graceful petition turned into one of the most tangible pieces of wisdom i ever received. 

Quite satisfied with this mini harvest. Yet there is more!

Quite satisfied with this mini harvest. Yet there is more!

Suppose one reads a story of filthy atrocities in the paper. Then suppose that something turns up suggesting that the story might not be quite true, or not quite so bad as it was made out. Is one’s first feeling, `Thank God, even they aren’t quite so bad as that,’ or is it a feeling of disappointment, and even a determination to cling to the first story for the sheer pleasure of thinking your enemies as bad as possible? If it is the second then it is, I am afraid, the first step in a process which, if followed to the end, will make us into devils. You see, one is beginning to wish that black was a little blacker. If we give that wish its head, later on we shall wish to see grey as black, and then to see white itself as black. Finally, we shall insist on seeing everything - God and our friends and ourselves included - as bad, and not be able to stop doing it: we shall be fixed for ever in a universe of pure hatred.
C.S. Lewis, Mere Christianity
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Hecq  | Bending Time

Rufio, if I’m a maggot burger why don’t you eat me! You two-toned zebra-headed, slime-coated, pimple-farmin’ paramecium brain, munchin’ on your own mucus, suffering from Peter Pan envy!
Robin Williams 
I said to my soul be still, and wait without hope; for hope would be hope of the wrong thing; wait without love, for love would be love of the wrong thing; there is yet faith. But the faith, and the love, and the hope are all in the waiting. Wait without thought, for you are not ready for thought: so the darkness shall be the light, and the stillness the dancing.
T.S. Eliot