time

Sonnet 19: Devouring Time, blunt thou the lion's paws

Devouring Time, blunt thou the lion's paws,

And make the earth devour her own sweet brood;

Pluck the keen teeth from the fierce tiger's jaws,

And burn the long-liv'd Phoenix in her blood;

Make glad and sorry seasons as thou fleets,

And do whate'er thou wilt, swift-footed Time,

To the wide world and all her fading sweets;

But I forbid thee one more heinous crime:

O, carve not with the hours my love's fair brow,

Nor draw no lines there with thine antique pen!

Him in thy course untainted do allow

For beauty's pattern to succeeding men.

Yet do thy worst, old Time! Despite thy wrong

My love shall in my verse ever live young.

spell

Double, double toil and trouble;(from Macbeth)

(from Macbeth)

Double, double toil and trouble;

Fire burn and caldron bubble.

Fillet of a fenny snake,

In the caldron boil and bake;

Eye of newt and toe of frog,

Wool of bat and tongue of dog,

Adder's fork and blind-worm's sting,

Lizard's leg and howlet's wing,

For a charm of powerful trouble,

Like a hell-broth boil and bubble.

O Romeo, Romeo, wherefore art thou Romeo?

O Romeo, Romeo, wherefore art thou Romeo?

Deny thy father and refuse thy name.

Or if thou wilt not, be but sworn my love

And I’ll no longer be a Capulet.

‘Tis but thy name that is my enemy:

Thou art thyself, though not a Montague.

What’s Montague? It is nor hand nor foot

Nor arm nor face nor any other part

Belonging to a man. O be some other name.

What’s in a name? That which we call a rose

By any other name would smell as sweet;

So Romeo would, were he not Romeo call’d,

Retain that dear perfection which he owes

Without that title. Romeo, doff thy name,

And for that name, which is no part of thee,

Take all myself.

nymph

sexual selection copied from .berkeley.edu

Sexual selection

Sexual selection is a "special case" of natural selection. Sexual selection acts on an organism's ability to obtain (often by any means necessary!) or successfully copulate with a mate.

Selection makes many organisms go to extreme lengths for sex: peacocks (top left) maintain elaborate tails, elephant seals (top right) fight over territories, fruit flies perform dances, and some species deliver persuasive gifts. After all, what female Mormon cricket (bottom right) could resist the gift of a juicy sperm-packet? Going to even more extreme lengths, the male redback spider (bottom left) literally flings itself into the jaws of death in order to mate successfully.

Sexual selection is often powerful enough to produce features that are harmful to the individual's survival. For example, extravagant and colorful tail feathers or fins are likely to attract predators as well as interested members of the opposite sex.

darwin day

the truth about evolution

Fried_field_mouse_in_Van_Giang

Unfortunately, both rats and mice are going to taste like what they have been eating.  So depending on where you get them, whether you have raised them yourself or not, the taste is going to vary.  How do I know this??  Well, as an avid fish eater and a fish researcher, in my younger days, I, well, ate one of my subjects.  It tasted terrible -- it tasted exactly how the fish food (that we feed them) smells.  This caused me to look into how to flavor meat and the best way is to feed them good stuff.

fried mice

charity church mouse

imperial march

german anthem

Frederick the great

salt

biology

room 101

plato

the oddesey

God's justification

God's justification. It is to answer the question of why God the Good permits the appearance of evil, and thus solves the problem of evil. Some of theodicies also address the apparent problem of evil by trying to "make the existence of a fully knowledgeable God, completely powerful, well or wholly tenacious, consistent with the presence of evil or suffering in the world." [1] The defense, which attempts to demonstrate that the existence of God is logically possible in the light of evil, which are theodetic attempts to provide a framework in which the existence of God is also acceptable. [2] The German philosopher and mathematician Gottfried Leibnis coined the term "Theodice" in 1710 in his work Theodice, although various responses to the problem of evil had been proposed before. British philosopher John Hick traced Theodysi's moral history in his 1966 works, Eiffel and the God of Love, and outlined three main traditions:

job

why or why not? from "when they cry"

To get my happiness I had done everything,
But had done nothing to be blamed and accused of.
The sound of footsteps became louder every day,
Then I noticed the fact there was no time.

I was a believer in life to be myself always,
And was asking whether I would be alive.

Give me a reason why not to adopt in this way,
Or judge me to be guilty of so many incurable sins.
Tell me why, or why not. Complaining way too much,
Maybe I overlooked something fatal for me.

The whole world was at a complete standstill,
And I was in fetters at the mercy of the mob.
The silent warning became louder every day.
Then I kept pretending not to hear.

Its meaning had been in the eyes of beholder all along.
It had grown dark before I found a sign.

"Among the nonsense tragedies,…

yo quiero taco bell

Taco bell dog vs Godzilla

Jokes

Jalapeno

👻חלפיניו

Methionine

spy vs. spy

Harriet the Spy

eagle attacks

the birdlet Pushkin, Panin, 1888

Poems of Nature.
God's birdlet knows
Nor care, nor toil;
Nor weaves it painfully
An everlasting nest.
Thro' the long night on the twig it slumbers;
When rises the red sun
Birdie listens to the voice of God
And it starts, and it sings.
When Spring, Nature's Beauty,
And the burning summer have passed,
And the fog, and the rain,
By the late fall are brought,
Men are wearied, men are grieved,
But birdie flies into distant lands,
Into warm climes, beyond the blue sea:
Flies away until the spring.

Ode on Indolence by John Keats

They toil not, neither do they spin.
1
One morn before me were three figures seen,
With bowed necks, and joined hands, side-faced;
And one behind the other stepp'd serene,
In placid sandals, and in white robes graced;
They pass'd, like figures on a marble urn
When shifted round to see the other side;
They came again, as, when the urn once more
Is shifted round, the first seen shades return;
And they were strange to me, as may betide
With vases, to one deep in Phidian lore.
2
How is it, Shadows! that I knew ye not?
How came ye muffled in so hush a masque?
Was it a silent deep-disguised plot
To steal away, and leave without a task
My idle days? Ripe was the drowsy hour;
The blissful cloud of summer-indolence
Benumb'd my eyes; my pulse grew less and less;
Pain had no sting, and pleasure's wreath no flower:
O, why did ye not melt, and leave my sense
Unhaunted quite of all but-nothingness?
3
A third time came they by;- alas! wherefore?
My sleep had been embroider'd with dim dreams;
My soul had been a lawn besprinkled o'er
With flowers, and stirring shades, and baffled beams:
The morn was clouded, but no shower fell,
Though in her lids hung the sweet tears of May;
The open casement press'd a new-leav'd vine,
Let in the budding warmth and throstle's lay;
O Shadows! 'twas a time to bid farewell!
Upon your skirts had fallen no tears of mine.
4
A third time pass'd they by, and, passing, turn'd
Each one the face a moment whiles to me;
Then faded, and to follow them I burn'd
And ach'd for wings because I knew the three;
The first was a fair Maid, and Love her name;
The second was Ambition, pale of cheek,
And ever watchful with fatigued eye;
The last, whom I love more, the more of blame
Is heap'd upon her, maiden most unmeek,-
I knew to be my demon Poesy.
5
They faded, and, forsooth! I wanted wings:
O folly! What is love! and where is it?
And for that poor Ambition! it springs
From a man's little heart's short fever-fit;
For Poesy!- no,- she has not a joy,-
At least for me,- so sweet as drowsy noons,
And evenings steep'd in honied indolence;
O, for an age so shelter'd from annoy,
That I may never know how change the moons,
Or hear the voice of busy common-sense!
6
So, ye three Ghosts, adieu! Ye cannot raise
My head cool-bedded in the flowery grass;
For I would not be dieted with praise,
A pet-lamb in a sentimental farce!
Fade softly from my eyes, and be once more
In masque-like figures on the dreamy urn;
Farewell! I yet have visions for the night,
And for the day faint visions there is store;
Vanish, ye Phantoms! from my idle spright,
Into the clouds, and never more return!

why do we love?

EXODUS

“Bright star, would I were stedfast as thou art” BY JOHN KEATS

Bright star, would I were steadfast as thou art—
Not in lone splendour hung aloft the night
And watching, with eternal lids apart,
Like Nature's patient, sleepless Eremite,
The moving waters at their priestlike task
Of pure ablution round earth's human shores,
Or gazing on the new soft-fallen mask
Of snow upon the mountains and the moors—
No—yet still steadfast, still unchangeable,
Pillow'd upon my fair love's ripening breast,
To feel for ever its soft fall and swell,
Awake for ever in a sweet unrest,
Still, still to hear her tender-taken breath,

And so live ever—or else swoon to death.

We dystopia

Russian math

Japanese backgammon

Taoist math

Suduko

Chinese chess

The matrix

Dungeons and dragons( note I don't support or like it)

World of warhammer

Yule

Yule song

Tubular bells

Child's play

Modernism

Grow up!

Grow up! Stop being so offended at everything that people do, merely because it is not you who are doing their those things! There are people in the world who are not yourself! Get over that! There are people who may not like you, so show some respect for the world. Show some respect for the people who don't like you! Don't get all moulten lava mad 😠 hatred at everyone who don't like you! You are one person! You are only one! Get over yourself and your offence! Only then can you see the joy of being alive!

Russian grief

Russian video game museum

Masha and the bear

Pokemon

Inu yasha

Change the world

Katushka

Cannabis wave

Cannabis chicken 🐔

California Christmas

Rancho Cucamonga

survival or death

tristar plane wreck

plane wreck

Portuguese alphabet

Russian chicken ramen

Last day of world war 1

All quiet on the western front

Dadaist manifesto

Dada prose

I don't know what reality is. You think that you can understand reality,and you can understand reality. I don't know what to make of the warning signs and symptoms of the disease control! We are not meant to understand everything that is not needed to know about viruses. We don't ponder the world! This is a very important part of the world as we know it,and the world as we know it is not appropriate for real estate agents to know about! You are confusing God with the Bible. You think that you are not operating according to a narrative.We are not meant for the craziness of dialectical materialism. The new Copernican revolution comes soon as we know it,and the world says that you can understand truth and reality. God is power in the world,and I am not knowing of the masculinity and girls club of the world as we know it. That is not reality show about a video on the logos.

THE POEM by nabokov

Written in Russian and translated by VN himself

THE POEM

Not the sunset poem you make when you think
aloud,
with its linden tree in India ink
and the telegraph wires across its pink
cloud;

not the mirror in you and her delicate bare
shoulder still glimmering there;
not the lyrical click of a pocket rhyme—
the tiny music that tells the time;

and not the pennies and weights on those
evening papers piled up in the rain;
not the cacodemons of carnal pain;
not the things you can say so much better in plain prose—

but the poem that hurtles from heights unknown
—when you wait for the splash of the stone
deep below, and grope for your pen,
and then comes the shiver, and then—

in the tangle of sounds, the leopards of words,
the leaflike insects, the eye-spotted birds
fuse and form a silent, intense,
mimetic pattern of perfect sense.

TO RUSSIA by nabokov

Will you leave me alone? I implore you!
Dusk is ghastly. Life's noises subside.
I am helpless. And I am dying
Of the blind touch of your whelming tide.

He who freely abandons his country
on the heights to bewail it is free.
But now I am down in the valley
and now do not come close to me.

I'm prepared to lie hidden forever
and to live without name. I'm prepared,
lest we only in dreams come together,
all conceivable dreams do forswear;

to be drained of my blood, to be crippled,
to have done with the books I most love,
for the first available idiom
to exchange all I have: my own tongue.

But for that, through the tears, oh, Russia,
through the grass of two far-parted tombs,
through the birch tree's tremulous macules,
through all that sustained me since youth,

with your blind eyes, your dear eyes, cease looking
at me, oh, pity my soul,
do not rummage around in the coalpit,
do not grope for my life in this hole

because years have gone by and centuries,
and for sufferings, sorrow, and shame,
too late—there is no one to pardon
and no one to carry the blame.

cold war

mash

ramen noodles korean style

challah

Annabel Lee BY EDGAR ALLAN POE

It was many and many a year ago,

   In a kingdom by the sea,

That a maiden there lived whom you may know

   By the name of Annabel Lee;

And this maiden she lived with no other thought

   Than to love and be loved by me.

I was a child and she was a child,

   In this kingdom by the sea,

But we loved with a love that was more than love—

   I and my Annabel Lee—

With a love that the wingèd seraphs of Heaven

   Coveted her and me.

And this was the reason that, long ago,

   In this kingdom by the sea,

A wind blew out of a cloud, chilling

   My beautiful Annabel Lee;

So that her highborn kinsmen came

   And bore her away from me,

To shut her up in a sepulchre

   In this kingdom by the sea.

The angels, not half so happy in Heaven,

   Went envying her and me—

Yes!—that was the reason (as all men know,

   In this kingdom by the sea)

That the wind came out of the cloud by night,

   Chilling and killing my Annabel Lee.

But our love it was stronger by far than the love

   Of those who were older than we—

   Of many far wiser than we—

And neither the angels in Heaven above

   Nor the demons down under the sea

Can ever dissever my soul from the soul

   Of the beautiful Annabel Lee;

For the moon never beams, without bringing me dreams

   Of the beautiful Annabel Lee;

And the stars never rise, but I feel the bright eyes

   Of the beautiful Annabel Lee;

And so, all the night-tide, I lie down by the side

   Of my darling—my darling—my life and my bride,

   In her sepulchre there by the sea—

   In her tomb by the sounding sea.

don quixote in hindi

joy to the world!

joy to the world! we shall yet be light! Joy to us all for always! Now is the day for battle. now is the time for triumph! Now we will go forth in glorious array! Now we shall go forth for the grandeur of battle. were we ever in despair of the the enemy? No, for we have always put the armies of the aliens to flight, for how could it be otherwise. we shall arise, and we shall triumph against the darkest of the dementors, for it is by the beauty of the little child that they shall triumph! Arise my soul! This is your day, and we will conquer, and we will win, and we will rule the universe!