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18th century instrument to determine the sky’s ‘blueness’ called a Cyanometer: 

The simple device was invented in 1789 by Swiss physicist Horace-Bénédict de Saussure and German naturalist Alexander von Humboldt who used the circular array of 53 shaded sections in experiments above the skies over Geneva, Chamonix and Mont Blanc. 

via This is Colossal 

The free soul is rare, but you know it when you see it―basically because you feel good, very good, when you are near or with them.

Charles Bukowski, Tales of Ordinary Madness (via classykittenn)

If you’re not losing friends then you’re not growing up.

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I googled upon David Shrigley today and I like him oh so terribly much. I want to put his ‘heroin and cocaine’ salt & pepper shakers on my wedding registry. He should hopefully be friends with Pat Falco. 

I googled upon David Shrigley today and I like him oh so terribly much. I want to put his ‘heroin and cocaine’ salt & pepper shakers on my wedding registry. He should hopefully be friends with Pat Falco. 

As time goes on, fewer and fewer young men are willing to break the mold on early adulthood and go on the road to see what they can see. And it’s a crying shame, too, man; with each passing generation Kerouac’s work loses the influence and verve it once had. Nobody hops a train anymore, let alone hitchhike (and we’ve all got goddam’ iPhones now for Chrissakes anyway) so we’ll never know the true pleasure of getting lost, getting loaded, and finding out who we really are along the way back home.

newsweek:

The YouTube comment section has long been considered the worst place on the internet. You won’t find much consensus about anything online, but one thing pretty much everyone can agree on — including, seemingly, the people at YouTube itself — is that the user-generated content beneath practically every video is a semi-literate cesspool. But for the last year I’ve been increasingly discovering — thanks in part to a longer-than-usual lull in employment — that everyone was wrong.

Wasting time looking up old songs, I’d sometimes glance at the comments below the videos and idly wonder at their inanity. But occasionally I would see something different — something that seemed more real, more honest than the usual white noise. I didn’t do much more than file them away mentally, but one day a comment on a James Blunt song (I swear I have no idea how I got there) stopped me in my tracks:

(MORE Sad YouTube: The Lost Treasures Of The Internet’s Average Cesspool)

This is really wonderful.

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