WOW. THIS FISH. am i right?!

Rumple Stiltskin

This is the vaguely depressing “Red-Queen Hypothesis” of evolution (reference to Lewis Carroll’s Through the Looking-Glass)

The Red Queen said, “It takes all the running you can do, to keep in the same place.”

“For an evolutionary system, continuing development is needed just in order to maintain its fitness relative to the systems it is co-evolving with.  The hypothesis is intended to explain two different phenomena: the advantage of sexual reproduction at the level of individuals, and the constant evolutionary arms race between competing species. In the first (microevolutionary) version, by making every individual an experiment when mixing mother’s and father’s genes, sexual reproduction may allow a species to evolve quickly just to hold onto the ecological niche that it already occupies in the ecosystem. In the second (macroevolutionary) version, the probability of extinction for groups (usually families) of organisms is hypothesized to be constant within the group and random among groups.”

As I spend the next week studying my biology lectures, I will post my favorite lecture slides.

This one is answering the question “Why sex?”

Why, you ask? THIS COOL ASS BIRD IS FUCKING WHY.

1st RULE: You do not talk about KNITTING CLUB.

2nd RULE: You DO NOT talk about KNITTING CLUB.

3rd RULE: If your yarn gets tangled or messy, cast off, the knitting is over.

4th RULE: Only two needles to a knitted-thing

5th RULE: One knitted-thing at a time.

6th RULE: No shirts, no shoes.

7th RULE: Knitting will go on as long as it has to.

8th RULE: If this is your first night at KNITTING CLUB, you HAVE to knit.

So yeah I think I’m going to plan an official Princeton University Knitting Evening (P.U.K.E.) (that doubles as a fight club).

Around 15 freshmen are sitting in my dorm room. Some are neighbors from upstairs, and some live a few dorms down. Everyone is sipping wine out of (real) wine glasses. I soon realize that the music I was casually listening to (I believe it was Sufjan Stevens at the time) had become the playlist to the party, so I quickly transitioned to Kid Cudi and Kanye. I am sitting on my desk chair, facing everyone else, who are grouped off into little conversations.

GIRL 1

Are you going out tonight?

ME

Uh, I don’t know. I kind of want to. Are you?

GIRL 1

Yeah I’m probably going to _____pregame, and then Cap and then Ivy

ME

Oh. You have passes?

GIRL 1

Yeah I have a Cap pass and I’m on the list at Ivy

ME

(frusturated)

Yeah see this is why I sometimes fucking hate this place. I basically have to not only know people—-which I don’t— but I need to plan like a full day in advance if I want to “go out.” I just can’t do that.

GIRL 1

(pause. absently)

Aw…

A picture of an observatory that used to be where my dorm is now.

This has been the worst day ever. However, when I was reminded (by tumblr) that it was Friday the 13th, I felt a lot better :D (but actually, not really)

pressthepause:

JEALOUS?

screamedthedustspeck:

precisely.

“Facebook stalking” is a great term to use. The term “stalk” is usually associated with a cat sneakily following a pigeon, or a pedophile sneakily following a 12 year old boy. It is so charged with negativity, that any detail following it (i.e. I was stalking you and found this wall post from _____, or I found this picture of ______  when I facebook stalked you) seems extremely innocent and harmless.

Pretty much anything following the phrase “while I was stalking you” can be passed off as charming.

But if people were to say “I went out of my way to read all of your wall posts and saw a post from _______ from 2 months ago” or “I was looking through old albums of yours and found this untagged photo of you and _________” then that would probably be less ok.

So by using an overly exaggerated word to describe what you were doing, it makes what you were doing a little bit more ok.

(via lauralush)