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thedailywhat:

Nerdy Necklace(s) of the Day: DNA/RNA base pair friendship necklaces by Raven Hanna.

Genes are written in DNA and RNA molecules using a code of chemical units called bases. These bases form pairs, which is critical to their function. In DNA, A (adenine) pairs with T (thymine) and G (guanine) pairs with C (cytosine). In RNA, G pairs with C and A pairs with U (uracil).

The charms are based on shapes of the base molecules. They are strung onto a chain at the place where they would normally connect to the sugar-phosphate backbone.

Made from HQ reclaimed sterling silver. Each necklace arrives inside a recycled gift box along with a card explaining the significance of the molecules.

[craft.]

(via thedailywhat)

starstickers:

Oh my god.

this completely defines my world view for the past three days. 

how many snl episodes can i marathon on netflix?

ratherbeinlove

This quote always gets to me because I want to live. I want to have a full and happy and healthy life interlaced with love and adventure and even heartbreak. I want to feel the wind in my hair as I stand on top of a mountain peak. I want to swim in the depths of the ocean among the rarest sea creatures that I could never even have imagined. I want to fall deeply in love and be loved in return in a foreign country. I want to have kids. I want to cook a delicious meal. I want to watch an eagle hatch and watch the sunrise over Madrid and find a secret passage in a German castle and so many more things that I can’t even name. But I don’t know how to do those things. I don’t know when to do them. And I’m afraid I’ll never get to. I feel like if I don’t follow the college-grad school-job-marriage-babies life plan, I’ll fail. And that’s my greatest fear. Failure. I’ve never REALLY failed. Never had to start over completely because I fucked up so bad. And I don’t know if I could get through it if I ever did.

sade:

“From this distant vantage point, the Earth might not seem of particular interest. But for us, it’s different. Consider again that dot. That’s here, that’s home, that’s us. On it everyone you love, everyone you know, everyone you ever heard of, every human being who ever was, lived out their lives. The aggregate of our joy and suffering, thousands of confident religions, ideologies, and economic doctrines, every hunter and forager, every hero and coward, every creator and destroyer of civilization, every king and peasant, every young couple in love, every mother and father, hopeful child, inventor and explorer, every teacher of morals, every corrupt politician, every “superstar,” every “supreme leader,” every saint and sinner in the history of our species lived there – on a mote of dust suspended in a sunbeam.

The Earth is a very small stage in a vast cosmic arena. Think of the rivers of blood spilled by all those generals and emperors so that, in glory and triumph, they could become the momentary masters of a fraction of a dot. Think of the endless cruelties visited by the inhabitants of one corner of this pixel on the scarcely distinguishable inhabitants of some other corner, how frequent their misunderstandings, how eager they are to kill one another, how fervent their hatreds.

Our posturings, our imagined self-importance, the delusion that we have some privileged position in the Universe, are challenged by this point of pale light. Our planet is a lonely speck in the great enveloping cosmic dark. In our obscurity, in all this vastness, there is no hint that help will come from elsewhere to save us from ourselves.

The Earth is the only world known so far to harbor life. There is nowhere else, at least in the near future, to which our species could migrate. Visit, yes. Settle, not yet. Like it or not, for the moment the Earth is where we make our stand.

It has been said that astronomy is a humbling and character-building experience. There is perhaps no better demonstration of the folly of human conceits than this distant image of our tiny world. To me, it underscores our responsibility to deal more kindly with one another, and to preserve and cherish the pale blue dot, the only home we’ve ever known.”

- Carl Sagan

Every time. Emphasis mine.