Just look at this scratch circle etched in the sand by a piece of grass. via kottke
It’s Black History Month. For weeks, I’ve been thinking about this story of a gift one mother gave her daughter when they were separated by slavery.
Let’s go to the Seven Tea Cup Waterfalls in Patagonia, Argentina. Update: These are actually in California! But apparently are only accessible if you use climbing ropes. Video of a couple guys climbing down the falls.
I bought a quivering hat.
“Two young men died in the Ural mountains as they pulled the pin from a hand grenade to take a selfie, which remained as evidence of the circumstances of their deaths.”
I went kind of deep on the Wikipedia list of selfie-related injuries and deaths.
This pizza phone cover goes with this one that looks a little like very classy weed.
I’m not usually (ever) into nail art, but Glass Nails? Dang.
And speaking of nails, I was rapt for this Cal Sunday article on what it’s like to be a hand model, “Hired Hand.”
Concepcion Picciotto died recently, after keeping a peace vigil by the White House for 30 years. This is one of those “who’s the crazy one, her or society” stories.
Did you see the new Gerber baby? GAH.
You’re in luck! The tea cups appear to be in California. Dag! Why does California get all the good stuff?
(found after frantically Googling it to plan an instant trip in my mindspace)
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I grew up here and had no idea. I was wondering why I’d never heard of them until I did some frantic googling myself and found that they’re only accessible to climbers. Ah ha!
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