This is going to make you feel very small.
Fly away from the surface of Earth, past the Sun, out of the Solar System, through the closest stars, leave the Milky Way, to the cosmic web of galaxies in the nearby Universe.
via @wonderofscience
Your name will be forgotten. Your words will be forgotten. Your actions will be forgotten.
“You will be forgotten either way. So live in such a manner that, while you remain, you belong to yourself.” Marcus Aurelius
@CynicalPublius I live in Houston and have never bought into the decline of America narrative. You get out into the real mainstream of day to day life and it’s pretty darn good. People are good love their country. Drive across America!🇺🇸. There’s bad but that’s life.
Marquis de Lafayette landed in South Carolina to serve the Continental Army alongside George Washington today in 1777! He was 19 years old.
🎥: Grok Imagine
Our room for the coming days in Houston. I don’t even know what to say about this. This is just unreal. No words.
Huge huge thank you to JJ Watt for giving me and my friends the opportunity to stay at a place like this🙏🙏🙏
Just want to thank all the international World Cup fans for coming and lifting all of us Americans up with your absolutely charming encounters with our big weird country. We needed it. Best 250th birthday gift ever.
Jason Waddleton, owner of The Haven Scottish bar in Boston, says they’ve gone through over a third of their 150 kegs of Tennent’s in stock, only four days into the Tartan Army’s Boston takeover 🍺
The vibes are insane. Driving through the great state of Louisiana on our way to New Orleans. It’s crazy how diverse this country is, every day the scenery looks different.
USA. A stadium parking lot. I came to watch a battle, and found the army feasting three hours before it.
Hundreds of tents. Grills. Clan flags flying from trucks. Men in war paint handing food to strangers. I assumed the game had been cancelled and this was the consolation.
"When does the battle begin?" I asked a man tending an enormous grill.
"Kickoff's at one. We've been here since seven."
Seven. In my land, an army eats quietly before war, in case it is the last meal. Here, the meal IS the war. The enemy parking lot is doing the same thing forty yards away. Nobody is fighting. Everyone is grilling.
A man handed me a plate. I had not asked. I was not known to him. The plate held more meat than my ancestors saw in a winter.
"You with us or them?" he asked.
"I am with whoever fed me," I said. It is the oldest law.
"Good answer," he said, and gave me more.
Then I learned the terrible truth. The man at the grill — the general of this feast — was not going inside.
"You will not watch the battle?"
"Nah. I'll catch it on the radio. Somebody's gotta watch the grill."
He marches to the war. He feeds the army. He does not enter. In eight hundred years of my family's records, there is no rank for this man.
There should be.
I was full. I was confused. I was, somehow, home.
An army that eats together has already won. The game is a detail.
When the crowd roared inside the stadium, the grill man nodded once, and flipped a burger.
Next week I am bringing my own tent. He said I could park beside him. We are allies now.
The terms were ribs.
Torcedores da Coreia do Sul foram jantar num bar no México e o estabelecimento colocou GANGNAM STYLE na TV
e depois os mexicanos e os coreanos começaram a CANTAR e DANÇAR juntos! 🇲🇽🇰🇷