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We spent the long Labor Day weekend at Paca Pride Guest Ranch, and David shared the secret of the outdoor kitchen windchimes with us: they’re tuned to the notes of Amazing Grace!

I couldn’t not.

I wrote a thing.

ehmeegee:

We need more voices in science
to step up in defiance for those characters
that get erased from our stories; accolades and glories granted to counterparts
as though we didn’t have the smarts to achieve
the impossible, believe in the improbable
and create the unthinkable.
It’s…

For all the girls who are told that they’re pretty before they’re told that they’re smart.

thebrainscoop:

endangereduglythings:

biomorphosis:

Saiga is a type of antelope. They are known for their huge, inflatable, and humped nose which help them to filter out airborne dust during the dry summer migrations, and filter out cold air before it reaches their lungs during winter. They are a migratory species, migrating in the summer and winter and can run up to 80 miles per hour in a short time.

Local people kill saiga because of its meat and horns. Horns are used in traditional Chinese medicine. Saiga is listed as critically endangered species and were once in the millions but today only less than 50,000 left in the wild.

I always thought these guys looked like that informant from Star Wars.

It’s over, everybody. I’ve found the best blog on tumblr. 

I Stand With Unionid Bivalves.

It’s not just cute things that are endangered.

We had an emotional moment in PetSmart tonight. I was looking at aquarium decorations, and found the same little bridge that we had in New Hampshire for our platys and tetras. I showed it to Phil, and we just hugged.

Setting down the bag with our five little friends on the counter at One Stop Country Pet Supply and walking away was one of the hardest things I’ve done in the last several years, but it would have been cruel to bring them along as we drove 3/4 of the way across one of the largest countries on Earth.

I let go of Phil and put the bridge back on the shelf. Just as the tear pulled free of my eye and started down my cheek, a woman came around the corner and asked if we had any questions. She wouldn’t have known how to answer the question that came to my mind, so we said that we were just looking. She smiled and continued on.

Someday…

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