Or almost every place, anyway.
I got caught in the beautiful sonic tentacles of aporee.org‘s soundmap last night.
Music is super powerful and may help those with acquired brain injuries recall specific memories more than verbal cues.
(Beware the iBeacon.)
(Better than Gravity and Europa Report combined.)
(Because I enjoy learning about death and 3D modeling technologies.)
Putting my zombie education to good use:
On a sadder note, the vast majority of American silent feature films are simply gone:
A new study from Nature Neuroscience suggests it is possible. But critics say we still don’t have enough information on the molecular mechanics of transgenerational epigenetic inheritance to say for sure.
I find gross things and dead things endlessly fascinating. As a result, I might become known as the “exploding dead things” girl. But who am I kidding? I won’t mind in the slightest. See my latest about exploding corpses—although this time, it’s about WHALES.
One time, I had a fire ant in my pants. It bit me three or four times, all of which were shockingly painful. I did not kill him.
This article is not about that fire ant.
2013 has had a lot of good volcano news stories.
This is the latest, video included: