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Utroba Cave in the Rhodope mountains, Bulgaria. Carved by hand more than 3000 years ago (?), it was rediscovered in 2001.

Archeologists hypothesize that an altar built at the end of the cave, which is about 22 m deep, represents either the cervix or the uterus.

At midday, light seeps into the temple through an opening in the ceiling, projecting an image of a phallus on to the floor.

When the sun is at the right angle, in late February or early March, the phallus grows longer and reaches the alter, symbolically fertilizing the womb before the sowing of the spring crops.

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"For anyone who doesn't know what a Bacon number is, it is the degrees of separation a person is from the actor Kevin Bacon. Kevin Bacon's number is 0, Someone who has worked with him directly's number is 1. Someone who has worked with that person's number is 2, and so on. (Here is a link to the Wikapedia page on Bacon numbers for more details.)

If you don't know your Bacon number, you can check it on The Oracle of Bacon by putting in the name of the most famous person that you or someone you know have met"

(Submitted by @lucybianchi)

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on survival

-// @aridante // @orivu // @buzzkillgirls // ? // ? // richard siken// @cemeterything // moomin, tove jansson// @disenchanted-killjoy // isn't that enough, shawn mendes// @ prettytheyswag on twitter// @ coletyumuch on twitter// ? // ? // bird by bird, anne lamott// undertale// @strawberrycircuits

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There is an odd thing I see in books sometimes where a character who is defined by their steadfast loyalty to a person or organization is presented with one (1) piece of evidence against them and immediately changes their mind.

I was just reading a book where a character is deeply loyal to the royal family despite being their literal whipping girl, but she immediately decides that the king must be a bad ruler the first time she sees poverty exists. And he is--but it's weird that the 15 years of being whipped didn't convince her but the existence of poor people did.

It often reads like a plot-convenient way of having a character change their mind without having to do any of the actual work or spend any actual time on what it means for them to change their mind. But it also often rings false--we know for a fact that people with deeply held beliefs are often not convinced no matter how much evidence they see to the contrary, much less because one piece of evidence was presented to them.

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just found the most fascinating anti-ai person who is only anti-ai because they make and sell the software that spambots USED to use to flood the internet with low quality SEO-bait garbage and chatgpt is putting them out of business. what a fascinating category of human to be. i had never even considered that someone had to be actually making the spambots and that they have feelings too.

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1996

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You're calling a higher-dimensional being from a few universes over a pen pal?

I don't get out much. Anyway, for a lot of the entities we talk about when we refer to a "higher dimensional being", communication is very hard. It's nigh impossible to have an idea of what they mean, and I'm sure the opposite is true. However, there's one I think I've....worked out a system with.

That's what the chalk runes are for, I guess.

Right.

You know I have the utmost respect for you, Ambo, but for being so smart you're awfully dumb sometimes.

Most geniuses are. Turn off your audio receptors for a second, Norm. This will get weird.

Uh. A...star, inviting. Sunbeams glancing off the water. An...elliptical orbit?

That bad, huh. Let's see...

Fresh cut grass. Warmth of life, uh...on a mountaintop. Flash of metal below. Mountaintop, life, warm. An...open envelope.

Hah. That's right, big guy. And you'd be doing us a favor. I mean, uh.

Center. To the center. Find it to the center of minds. Like me. Minds like me. Warmth of life. Warmth of life. Two warmths. Three, five, eight, thirteen. Sun dappled black. A warm stone in hand. A cave, small?

There we go. Perfect, uh, placid lake. Motionless. A gift leaving hand. Warm light.

Thanks, big guy.

Wow. That was....incredible.

Yeah. You okay?

I can taste colors now.

Hah. Enjoy it while you can.

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I don't have much new analysis to add, I just think its very interesting to look at how Cat and Akua interpret the same event so differently.

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Tread here.

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i'm sorry but this is like the perfect storm. we are going to see a level of annoyingness never before seen.

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There's a gap in the fossil record after Proailurus, known as the "cat gap," where there are few new felid fossils, particularly in North America. This gap is thought to be due to various factors, including increased carnivory, body size, habitat changes, and potential competition with other carnivores.

huh I was wondering where cats originated, I know cheetahs started in North America

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That was Dale Gribble

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guy who is stuck in a timeloop but is too socially anxious to bring it up to anybody or change their routine just in case it turns out they're mistaken. like yeah you're pretty sure that it's been november 3rd for two weeks now but idk maybe that's the depression talking. it's fine.

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I wouldn't say I'm a lapsed cultist. I still accept the basic worldview--I believe that Cthulhu lies in R'lyeh in a deathlike sleep, I believe his Star-spawn shall one day cleanse the earth and usher in an age of shouting and killing and reveling in joy, yada yada--but I'm not, y'know, religious about it. Cthulhu has lied sleeping for, like, countless aeons, he's probably not waking up in my lifetime. I doubt giving up my Friday nights to chant "Cthulhu fhtagn" with a bunch of naked old guys in a basement is gonna wake him up any faster. I mean, if I ever have kids, I'll probably start going again, but that's more about teaching good morals.