“There’s a loneliness that only exists in one’s mind. The loneliest moment in someone’s life is when they are watching their whole world fall apart, and all they can do is stare blankly.”—F. Scott Fitzgerald, The Great Gatsby (via johnjohnjohnjohnjohn)
It makes me nervous and uncomfortable. That nervous you feel in your stomach and makes your mouth water. It’s nether good or bad, but it’s there heavy and hanging over you. His eyes don’t know me, but they look in to me. They tell me, it’s ok to be scared and I embrace it.
Easter Island’s statues may have been ‘walked’ to their location
By Eric Pfeiffer, Yahoo! News
Researchers “walk” a replica of Easter Island’s famous statues (Sheela Sharma/National Geographic) Were the giant statues on Easter Island actually “walked” to their final resting spots?
Researchers have unveiled a new theory that may redefine the historical understanding of how natives on Easter Island transported the iconic moai statues.
Writing in July’s issue of National Geographic magazine, California State University at Long Beach archeologist Carl Lipo and Hawaii anthropologist Terry Hunt postulate that Polynesian natives used a system of ropes and manpower to walk the statues across the island.
"A lot of what people think they know about the island turns out to be not true," Lipo says. Using the ropes, islanders would stand on each side of the statues, swaying them back and forth to create the walking effect.
Popular theory has held that the islanders created sled-like devices out of the island’s trees to cart the statues.
That theory also claims that deforestation from the island’s inhabitants as part of the statue transporting process was directly tied to the population’s eventual downfall.
Instead, Lipo and Hunt say the island’s population was actually sustainable and instead fell victim to disease when European explorers first visited the island. In fact, Lipo said the cooperative effort involved in his transportation theory might have led to a more harmonious existence amongst Easter Island’s inhabitants.
"You’re actually putting a lot of your effort into the process of moving a statue rather than fighting," Lipo said. "Moving the moai was a little bit like playing a football game."
Jared Diamond, proponent of the sled transportation and subsequent deforestation theory, has disputed the new theory.
"This seems an implausible recipe for disaster," Diamond wrote in a post titled "The Myths of Easter Island" on Mark Lynas’ blog. "Imagine it yourself: If you were told to transport a 90-ton statue 33 feet high over a dirt road, why would you risk tipping and breaking it by transporting it vertically with all its weight concentrated on its small base, rather than avoiding the risk of tipping by laying it flat and distributing its weight over its entire length?"
To counter Diamond’s criticism, Lipo and Hunt attempted to recreate the walking method. They built a 5-ton moai replica (much smaller than the 90-ton Easter Island versions) and found the method worked quite well. And Hunt tells MSNBC that the theory applies to the larger statues as well.
"With the physics of the taller statue, you have greater leverage," he said. "It almost gets to the point where you would have to do it that way."
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Remember when ******* tried to make us talk again. Yes, I say, I remember. He knew, he knew I was dying inside, he says. Here it is almost ten years since we were together, six years into his current relationship, and he’s reminiscing about me, to me.
It's Friday night and I am at home, in a small town, where no one knows my name
…so I sit here lurking the blogs, wondering what you ladies are up to. My whole little world has come to a stand still while this town eats at my beauty, my intelligence, and my sanity. I have been given an opinion $1,000 and a one way ticket back to the city I know, the city I love. But what worries me is that there is guarantee that everything will work out.
All I’ll have is a ticket and a wish. No one to hold my hand, no one to depend on, no place to stay, no job, nothing. But everyone has to start with one foot out in front of them. Coco Chanel was a starving grisette, a seamstress, and somehow she gained the world. Mother Marilyn was a married, orphaned high-school drop out, but she rose out of the ashes she was born to. These are women I’ve loved, I’ve looked up to. They had spunk, spank, and a hunger that I am afraid I have lost. I’m afraid of failing myself.
I’m a big city girl in a small rural town, with nothing more than a ticket and a wish. One day soon I’ll be standing by the railroad trails waiting for the midnight train out of Georgia. And you? You’ll pray for me won’t you?
and it all just seemed to fall from under me. My heart in my stomach and my stomach in my throat. Can I breath? Four. I thought the fourth wouls keep him ground, making it mildly playful. So it could be both true and informal. He tip-toed around it like missing a hole you almost missed in the ground.
I miss you, kinda.
How silly of me, I wrote the book on not showing your cards. And he just saw my Queen, meaning he has the Ace.