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This is delightful

Sad puppies in sepia: bring me out a croissant edition. #puppycreepshots #dogstagram #dogspergers (at Bourke Street Bakery)

This works better when we’re in the same room.

(Source: 2087)

wandrlust:

Rob Hann: Deserted States of America

planets outside our solar system

NASA and MIT will search for habitable planets out there. Yes good. 

I want to go. 

ginvincible:

[dies] 

quarterly reblog

I would rather be a cyborg than a goddess.

Our machines are disturbingly lively, and we ourselves frighteningly inert.

Our best machines are made of sunshine; they are all light and clean because they are nothing but signals, electromagnetic waves, a section of a spectrum, and these machines are eminently portable, mobile — a matter of immense human pain in Detroit and Singapore. People are nowhere near so fluid, being both material and opaque. Cyborgs are ether, quintessence.

High-tech culture challenges these dualisms in intriguing ways. It is not clear who makes and who is made in the relation between human and machine. It is not clear what is mind and what body in machines that resolve into coding practices.

Biological organisms have become biotic systems, communications devices like others.

A Cyborg Manifesto

Diffuse 

SO HAPPY

Freeze-framed puppies

Yup. (horse_ebooks knows all of the things) via someone who is equally fascinating/confusing 

“The apartment was entirely, was only, for her: a wall of books, both read and unread, all of them dear to her not only in themselves, their tender spines, but in the moments or periods they evoked.” 

― Claire Messud, The Emperor’s Children

Inside the House (at Sydney Opera House)

Distillation