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mothernaturenetwork:

Meet the Marine Big 5 of South AfricaGansabaai, South Africa is the primary habitat for 5 of the world’s most endangered marine animals. Here are facts about each of them.


This is awesome. Not only did I see the Big Five Land Mammals when in South Africa, but apparently I also saw 4 of the Big Five Marine Animals! I’m coming for you, bottlenosed dolphin! Out of curiosity, does anyone know what insects make up the Little Five?

sweetteascience:

mothernaturenetwork:

Meet the Marine Big 5 of South Africa
Gansabaai, South Africa is the primary habitat for 5 of the world’s most endangered marine animals. Here are facts about each of them.

This is awesome. Not only did I see the Big Five Land Mammals when in South Africa, but apparently I also saw 4 of the Big Five Marine Animals! I’m coming for you, bottlenosed dolphin!

Out of curiosity, does anyone know what insects make up the Little Five?

When ever I read school or reasearch blogs, comment boards…etc it seems so many people are pressed to go to a top 25 university.

LIke if your trying to be a doctor and want to go to John Hopkins I understand or similar to anyother specialized major/ school… but otherwise is it really that much better?

I go to a small liberal arts  school and I’ve met several alumni  just randomly through conversation, and while we do lack things like research (we do have it tho) my professors are great, and we have great speakers like Wil haygood (author of the butler) n’ such…

So I’m super excited to say that everything is falling perfectly together. In terms of the bahamas I just brought all my snorkeling gear, a conservative swim suit, and I’ve got the money to pay for the rest of my tuition. My paperwork for Puerto Rico should be coming soon, and the director has offically purchased my plane ticket. 

I brought shorts and sandals, so I’m more prepared for summer.

And even though I am worried about my grades, I think I actually passed my bio test this week. 

Turn up! on Thursday is my first pub crawl!

made-segragated:

best scene of any anime ever

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fruitsofapathy:

SPRING JOKES.

On a side note, I really hate Tumblr’s lack of photoset options.

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emmaroulette:

Florida Bobcat (Lynx rufus floridanus): frontal, lateral, and ventral view.

Emma Roulette

February 2014

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tamburina:

René Magritte, Les Profondeurs du Plaisir (The Depths of Pleasure), 1948

tamburina:

René MagritteLes Profondeurs du Plaisir (The Depths of Pleasure), 1948

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blackgirlsbeauty:

how cute are they?

Dancing dolls African tribal full dance

if your not watching bring it on lifetime on wednesday nights, you should be :)

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wussypillow:

lord jesus I feel how my mother felt when I got my first 6 tattoos 

This is like the “fistula?” You put in cows right? His do you keep it from being infected.

wussypillow:

lord jesus I feel how my mother felt when I got my first 6 tattoos 

This is like the “fistula?” You put in cows right? His do you keep it from being infected.

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After learning my flight was detained 4 hours,
I heard the announcement:
If anyone in the vicinity of gate 4-A understands any Arabic,
Please come to the gate immediately.

Well—one pauses these days. Gate 4-A was my own gate. I went there.
An older woman in full traditional Palestinian dress,
Just like my grandma wore, was crumpled to the floor, wailing loudly.
Help, said the flight service person. Talk to her. What is her
Problem? we told her the flight was going to be four hours late and she
Did this.

I put my arm around her and spoke to her haltingly.
Shu dow-a, shu- biduck habibti, stani stani schway, min fadlick,
Sho bit se-wee?

The minute she heard any words she knew—however poorly used—
She stopped crying.

She thought our flight had been canceled entirely.
She needed to be in El Paso for some major medical treatment the
Following day. I said no, no, we’re fine, you’ll get there, just late,

Who is picking you up? Let’s call him and tell him.
We called her son and I spoke with him in English.
I told him I would stay with his mother till we got on the plane and
Would ride next to her—Southwest.

She talked to him. Then we called her other sons just for the fun of it.

Then we called my dad and he and she spoke for a while in Arabic and
Found out of course they had ten shared friends.

Then I thought just for the heck of it why not call some Palestinian
Poets I know and let them chat with her. This all took up about 2 hours.

She was laughing a lot by then. Telling about her life. Answering
Questions.

She had pulled a sack of homemade mamool cookies—little powdered
Sugar crumbly mounds stuffed with dates and nuts—out of her bag—
And was offering them to all the women at the gate.

To my amazement, not a single woman declined one. It was like a
Sacrament. The traveler from Argentina, the traveler from California,
The lovely woman from Laredo—we were all covered with the same
Powdered sugar. And smiling. There are no better cookies.

And then the airline broke out the free beverages from huge coolers—
Non-alcoholic—and the two little girls for our flight, one African
American, one Mexican American—ran around serving us all apple juice
And lemonade and they were covered with powdered sugar too.

And I noticed my new best friend—by now we were holding hands—
Had a potted plant poking out of her bag, some medicinal thing,

With green furry leaves. Such an old country traveling tradition. Always
Carry a plant. Always stay rooted to somewhere.

And I looked around that gate of late and weary ones and thought,
This is the world I want to live in. The shared world.

Not a single person in this gate—once the crying of confusion stopped
—has seemed apprehensive about any other person.

They took the cookies. I wanted to hug all those other women too.
This can still happen anywhere.

Not everything is lost.

Naomi Shihab Nye (b. 1952), “Wandering Around an Albuquerque Airport Terminal.” I think this poem may be making the rounds, this week, but that’s as it should be.  (via oliviacirce)

When I lose hope in the world, I remember this poem.

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I’m really glad I read that.

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