Laos is the only country I’ve ever had to pay to leave.
Costs about $1 to cross by land.
No word on what the fee covers, where my receipt disappeared to or whether or not that was simply a side hustle by the man with the stamp in his hand.
You want a physicist to speak at your funeral.
You want the physicist to talk to your grieving family about the conservation of energy, so they will understand that your energy has not died. You want the physicist to remind your sobbing mother about the first law of thermodynamics; that no energy gets created in the universe, and none is destroyed. You want your mother to know that all your energy, every vibration, every Btu of heat, every wave of every particle that was her beloved child remains with her in this world. You want the physicist to tell your weeping father that amid energies of the cosmos, you gave as good as you got.
And at one point you’d hope that the physicist would step down from the pulpit and walk to your brokenhearted spouse there in the pew and tell him that all the photons that ever bounced off your face, all the particles whose paths were interrupted by your smile, by the touch of your hair, hundreds of trillions of particles, have raced off like children, their ways forever changed by you. And as your widow rocks in the arms of a loving family, may the physicist let her know that all the photons that bounced from you were gathered in the particle detectors that are her eyes, that those photons created within her constellations of electromagnetically charged neurons whose energy will go on forever.
And the physicist will remind the congregation of how much of all our energy is given off as heat. There may be a few fanning themselves with their programs as he says it. And he will tell them that the warmth that flowed through you in life is still here, still part of all that we are, even as we who mourn continue the heat of our own lives.
And you’ll want the physicist to explain to those who loved you that they need not have faith; indeed, they should not have faith. Let them know that they can measure, that scientists have measured precisely the conservation of energy and found it accurate, verifiable and consistent across space and time. You can hope your family will examine the evidence and satisfy themselves that the science is sound and that they’ll be comforted to know your energy’s still around. According to the law of the conservation of energy, not a bit of you is gone; you’re just less orderly. Amen.
” Aaron Freeman
Bixby Bridge…. home.
Cali
(Source: fatallyflawedforms)
Let’s see here. What did I do today?
• Made some stickers for this week’s photoshoot in Belgium with the new pro rider team for Liquorbrand
• Cut out of work early for a side gig interview
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• Sat in a taxi and got intimately re-acquainted with Bangkok traffic for 2 hours
• Shook hands with the fellas at startup lingerie and bdsm outfit and chatted about their branding projects. Went well, of course. How do I keep getting myself into these places.
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• Met up with ms. Cha at the airport and had some mediocre, yet supremely sufficient, Mexican food on suk 11
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• Had a few drinks with Ms Kim and company for her 22nd birthday. This is the girl that chatted me up at immigration about a year back. Haven’t seen her in person since then, but damned if she isn’t as sociable and hospitable as ever. Good people. Felt good to have a drink with a big group of people that I don’t work with. It had been a minute.
• Then I taxied home in the night- which I always enjoy- and spent a little time stoking my wanderlust on tumblr, in preparation for this month’s trip around s.e.a.
Good work, good biz, good food, good friends, good night.
It’s not whether or not my student thought it was funny.
It’s whether or not Iiii thought it was funny.
(Source: wolf-teeth)
Marina Abramovic meets Ulay
“Marina Abramovic and Ulay started an intense love story in the 70s, performing art out of the van they lived in. When they felt the relationship had run its course, they decided to walk the Great Wall of China, each from one end, meeting for one last big hug in the middle and never seeing each other again. at her 2010 MoMa retrospective Marina performed ‘The Artist Is Present’ as part of the show, a minute of silence with each stranger who sat in front of her. Ulay arrived without her knowing it and this is what happened.”I’m trying so hard not to cry.
eta: The video is even crazier. Wow.
(via manny-madness)
Thank you @lovelucyfurr for sending me this.
All the cool kids are doing it.
Say you live in Denver and you’re headed to Bangkok:
You book a cheap hop from DEN to LAX then book your own connect to any number of special deals from LAX to BKK. = mucho savo. Seems obvious, don’t it?
