LIGHT MY FIRE, ‘Sacred Heart pendant’ - Aurelie DELLASANTA
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The Quietest Place on Earth
This is the quietest place on Earth. It’s so quiet that you can hear the sounds of your own heart and stomach. The average person can only spend about 30 minutes in this room before they start hallucinating.
According to Guinness World Records, 2005, Orfield Laboratory’s anechoic chamber (pictured above) is “The quietest place on Earth” measured at −9.4 decibels. However, the University of Salford has a number of anechoic chambers, one of which is unofficially the quietest in the world having a measurement of −12.4 decibels.
The purpose of an anechoic chamber is for testing the response of loudspeakers or microphones because the room doesn’t affect the acoustic measurements. It is also the best place for virtual acoustics - generating auralizations of concert halls, city streets and other spaces.
I’m a little bit of a trashy socialite in it.” says Wasikowska. Like a bloodsucking Kim Kardashian? “If you like,” she laughs, “She is quite different to the characters I’ve played before in that she’s a lot sillier. Polyester, Gucci, and revealing, colorful plastic clothes. It’s fun.
— Mia Wasikowska on her role in Only Lovers Left Alive [x] (via notsodarlings)
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Lecerf has filed a legal complaint after his Renault Laguna, which is adapted for disabled drivers, jammed at 200km/h (125mph) and the brakes failed, forcing him to continue careering along a vast stretch of French motorway and into Belgium.
While uncontrollably speeding through the fast lane as other cars swerved out of his way, he managed to call emergency services who immediately dispatched a platoon of police cars.
Realising Lecerf had no choice but to keep racing along until his petrol ran out, they escorted him at high speed across almost 125 miles of French motorway, past Calais and Dunkirk, and over the Belgian border.
Puzzled motorists gave way as the high-speed convoy approached. Three toll stations were warned to raise their barriers as Lecerf ploughed through. After about an hour, his petrol tank spluttered empty and he managed to swerve into a ditch in Alveringem in Belgium, about 125 miles from his home, in Pont-de-Metz, near the northern French city of Amiens.
(Source: The Atlantic)
My sister sent me this and at first I thought “No fucking way did Miley Cyrus try to cover Parton’s Jolene”.
30 seconds in and it quickly changed to “holy fucking shit”
Miley Cyrus - Jolene
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Tags: #WHAT #music #seriously whaaat. #sally I believe I missed this whne you posted it the other day and that is a deep regret
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My People, Humble People (Demo) by The Sovereign Nothings.
At long last, a complete demo version of the album I’ve been working on and posting in pieces all month long. I’d be really honored if you took a few minutes to check it out!
It’s also available for download for free on Bandcamp!
Cheers,
Amelie
1. Three Minus Two
2. HIghway Song
3. I Choose the Sea
4. With Bees
5. Gramophones Out of Doors
6. Ephemera
7. The Lady with the Tear-Stained Name
8. The Saint Anthony Blues
9. Fingers and Bone
10. The Night and I
11. No Devil
12. Noir
13. The Last Place You Look
14. Gilda
Tags: #seriously cannot figure out HOW I DIDNT KNOW THIS WAS HAPPENING #whaT #music #recs #okay I haven't listened to it yet but I can guarantee it's gonna be good
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harry monmouth | ARMANI TIES AND TATTOOED CROWNS
Hal, learning the sounds of London’s darkest hours—spending night after night in seedy clubs—watching the ink and blood well up under the tattooist’s gun—shivering in a tent on the steps of St. Paul surrounded by protesters shouting “DOWN WITH THE KING!”—choosing to kiss a pretty, eyelinered boy despite the ever-present paparazzi—making the front cover of every tabloid in England (and France, and America, and Japan, and Australia, and…)—screaming face-to-face with a police officer as buildings burn behind him—Hal, bruised and bloody in the streets, fighting alongside his people—Hal, blood still dripping from his temple, listening with a face like stone to his brother’s news—
King Henry V, impeccably dressed, straightening his tie and ignoring his brother’s challenging look as he steps out onto the balcony of Buckingham Palace to address the masses—
“This new and gorgeous garment, majesty, sits not so easily on me as you think.”
(all photos c their respective owners. i did not take any of them.)
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Tags: #WHAT #WAHAAT #*rolling around on the ground in silent agony* #WHAT IS THIS WHY IS THIS HOW #POINS #POINS WHY #aughhhhhhhh #heavy lies the crown... sort of thing.
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The ASC’s The Lion in Winter Playlist
The Lion in Winter Playlist
Wilco—Nothing’severgonnastandinmyway(again)
The Weepies – Please Speak Well of Me
Bruno Mars – Grenade
Willy Wonka and the Chocolate Factory OST – I Want it Now! (Three guesses which character sang this one XD)
The Kinks – Who’ll be the Next in Line
Pearl and the Beard – Douglass Douglass (which they amended to be ‘Henry Henry’ instead)
Joe Cocker – Unchain My Heart
Mumford and Sons – Little Lion Man
The Byrds – Turn! Turn! Turn!
Pat Benatar – We Belong
The Beatles – I’m Down
Tags: #what #WHAT. #HOW DID I MISS THIS #of all the lies that one is the most terrible #what family doesn't have its ups and downs #music #PLANTAGENETS ARE THE LITERAL WORST
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MY HAND SLIPPED AND I ACCIDENTALLY PUT SHAKESPEARE INTO GIZOOGLE
KING RICHARD Pt II
No matta where; of comfort no playa speak:
Letz rap of graves, of worms, n’ epitaphs;
Make dust our papa n’ wit rainy eyes
Write sorrow on tha bosom of tha earth,
Letz choose executors n’ rap of wills:
And yet not so, fo’ what tha fuck can our crazy-ass asses bequeath
Save our deposed bodies ta tha ground?
Our lands, our lives n’ all is Bolingbroke’s,
And not a god damn thang can our crazy-ass asses call our own but dirtnap
And dat lil’ small-ass model of tha barren earth
Which serves as paste n’ cover ta our bones.
For Doggz sake, let our asses sit upon tha ground
And tell fucked up storiez of tha dirtnap of kings;
How tha fuck some have been deposed; some slain up in war,
Some hustled by tha pimps they have deposed;
Some poison’d by they wives: some chillin kill’d;
All murder’d: fo’ within tha hollow crown
That roundz tha mortal templez of a king
Keeps Dirtnap his court n’ there tha antic sits,
Scoffin his state n’ grinnin at his thugged-out lil’ pomp,
Allowin his ass a breath, a lil scene,
To monarchize, be fear’d n’ bust a cap up in wit looks,
Infusin his ass wit self n’ vain conceit,
As if dis flesh which walls bout our life,
Were brass impregnable, n’ humour’d thus
Comes all up in tha last n’ wit a lil pin
Bores all up in his castle wall, n’ farewell king!
Cover yo’ headz n’ mock not flesh n’ blood
With solemn reverence: throw away respect,
Tradition, form n’ ceremonious duty,
For yo ass have but mistook mah crazy ass all dis while:
I live wit bread like you, feel want,
Taste grief, need playas: subjected thus,
How tha fuck can yo ass say ta me, I be a king?
Tags: #what #is #happening #richaaaaaaaaard #heavy lies the crown... sort of thing. #SHAKESPEARE SEASON #you know what tag this definitely gets? #poetry
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It’s the eve of the Battle of Agincourt so here’s a video of the scene where King Henry disguises himself as a common soldier and speaks to his troops—IN SPACE!
Yeah, this is from Star Trek. Harry is played by Data, who is a robot, and he’s getting acting lessons from Picard. This is like a whole Nerd Trinity of history and Shakespeare and sci fi and I love it.
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Tags: #WHAT #OH MY GOD #HARRY #HARRYRYYYYYYYYYY #actually freaking out in my apartment by myself #I have not had enough alcohol to deal with this yet #HELP #SHAKESPEARE SEASON #heavy lies the crown... sort of thing.
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