06 3 / 2013
The World’s Quietest Room
Scientists at Minneapolis’ Orfield Labs created their own soundless room, an anechoic chamber. Their studies have found that when putting subjects within the chamber, they begin to hallucinate within 30 minutes.
With an average quiet room having a sound level of 30 decibels, the anechoic chamber’s sound level is -9 decibels. The ceiling, floor, and walls of the chamber absorb sound rather than have it bounce off as normal objects do. The chamber is so quiet that the subjects can even hear their own organs functioning.
Although extremely interesting, the experience is rather unpleasant. Not one subject has spent more than 45 minutes in the chamber alone. Leaving a person to only their thoughts, the chamber could drive them insane.
I’d be done in 5-10 minutes. I think way too much.
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26 2 / 2013
i.am.moved. wow.
This is Akua Njeri, then Deborah Johnson. Taken on December 4, 1969 the day of the assassination of her husband, Chairman Fred Hampton.
At 4:00 A.M., Akua & Fred were sleeping when a group of Chicago Police broke into their apartment, purposely killing Fred (while Akua was in bed with him as well) and his friend/security, Mark Clark.
Fred Hampton was only 21 years old.
Here is Akua’s description of what happened that morning:
“I looked up and saw bullets coming from what seemed like the front of the apartment and the kitchen area in the back. Bullets were going into the mattress. The sparks of light, the bed vibrating - I just knew with all this going on, it was all over. At some point the shooting stopped. Fred didn’t move anymore. I came out with my hands up. There were two lines of police I had to walk though. One of them grabbed my robe and pulled it open. I was eight and a half months pregnant then. “Well, what do you know. We have a pregnant broad.” Another policeman grabbed me by the hair and slung me into the kitchen area. I looked around and saw Ron Satchel on the dining room floor. He had blood all over him. Verlina Brewer was in the kitchen, bleeding. She started to fall. They grabbed her and threw her against the refrigerator. Then more shooting. I heard a voice that wasn’t familiar to me say, “He’s barely alive. He’ll barely make it.” I assumed they were talking about Fred. The shooting started again, just for a brief period. It stopped. Then another unfamiliar voice said, “He’s good and dead now.”“
She gave birth to her son, Fred Hampton, Jr. 25 days later.
People still ignore this story and act like it never happened. The government assassinated Fred Hampton. The CIA was created to destroy the Black Panthers. Fred Hampton started organizing the Black Panthers when he was around 12-13. All the changes and movement was only in a period or about 7-8 years caused by just one teenager’s sheer determination. It goes to show you what just one man can do…what you could do if you really put your mind to it.
(via poisonedtwinkie)
22 2 / 2013
Deep-Dish Chocolate Chip Cookie for One
Ingredients (1 serving)
- 1 Tbsp unsalted butter, at room temperature
- 1/2 Tbsp unrefined granulated sugar, such as evaporated cane juice
- 1/2 Tbsp packed light brown sugar
- 1 Tbsp beaten egg, preferably organic (cover & chill remaining beaten egg for tomorrow’s cookie cup… you will be making another one!)
- tiny splash pure vanilla extract
- 2 1/2 Tbsp whole wheat pastry flour (can substitute with 3:1 of cake flour and all purpose flour)
- 1/8 tsp baking soda
- tiny pinch salt
- heaping 1 Tbsp grain-sweetened chocolate chips, such as Sunspire
Instructions
In a small ramekin or microwavable cup, combine softened butter and both sugars; stir well with a spoon. Stir in beaten egg and vanilla extract. Stir in flour, baking soda, and salt just until combined. Stir in chocolate chips.
Microwave on high for 35-40 seconds. Let cookie rest at room temperature for about 10 seconds before devouring.
Nutritional Information:
253.2 calories, 13.8 grams fat, 8.4 grams saturated fat, 2.9 grams fiber, 17.5 grams sugars, 2.4 grams protein
(via slightlyflynerd)
21 2 / 2013
Redecorating.
New Tumblr…..it’s coming soon. I have neglected you for too long. I apologize.
21 2 / 2013
84 Days.
Within the next 84 days, it will make a year and two days since the last time I held him. Kissed him. Embraced his presence, breathed the same air. I don’t write just to write. I do it because he’s got this hold on my heart. The kind that makes it hard to breathe, to think, to do much of anything. The level of comfortability is unreal. The constant thoughts of just him. The wondering “what is he doing”? My dreams are about him, my nightmares are about losing him and even when I try to focus on something else, only he come to mind. The catch? He’s not mine. Unofficially he is. I don’t share him. He doesn’t share me. Yet, there is no title, titles have always complicated things. I’ve never felt closer to a man in my life, he’s my best friend. I would marry this man and never leave his side. Through sickness and in health. Until death do us ‘part. We have talked about marriage. We have talked about family. I don’t want that with anyone else but him. Yet here I am telling strangers how I feel about this man, and he still remains…….
27 1 / 2013
this is probably the greatest thing i’ve ever seen in my entire life
wow
(Source: aperfectillusion, via dynasticbitch)
