I would climb down there like a lizard and the magma wouldn’t hurt me
That’s not lava, sorry. This isn’t in Þingvellir, this is a display at the earthquake exhibition in Hveragerði. That’s a line of plastic lights in a crack that opened up during the 2008 earthquake. It’s in a shopping center. This is what it looks like from another angle
The fault in Þingvellir looks like this
The fault at Sandvík is closer together and looks like this
There isn’t any lava visible from the surface continental divides currently but when there was a fissure eruption nearby Sandvík a few years ago at Fagradalsfjall, it looked like this
He said he burned his ass and got frostbite everywhere else taking this picture
It’s a difficult choice, but I think this might be my favourite Tumblr thread of all time :)
The Fagradalsfjall area is currently in it’s 3rd installment of eruption, 1st was March 19th - September 18th, 2021. 2nd installment was August 3rd - August 21st 2022. The 3rd eruption started July 10th 2023 and is currently spewing. Before this round started, the Reykjanes area hadn’t erupted in 800 years, while the Fagradals area it self (which is on Reykjanes) hadn’t erupted in 6000 years. I saw the 1st eruption. It was fucking cool
the concept of drift compatibility in pacific rim literally makes me lightheaded whenever i think about it like guillermo del toro really just went and invented a new type of relationship, a new love language and a new form of intimacy all in one the absolute madman
for a while i lived in an old house; the kind u.s americans don’t often get to live in - living in a really old house here is super expensive. i found out right before i moved out that the house was actually so old that it features in a poem by emily dickinson.
i liked that there were footprints in front of the sink, worn into the hardwood. there were handprints on some of the handrails. we’d find secret marks from other tenants, little hints someone else had lived and died there. and yeah, there was a lot wrong with the house. there are a lot of DIY skills you learn when you are a grad student that cannot afford to pay someone else to do-it-for-ya. i shared the house with 8 others. the house always had this noise to it. sometimes that noise was really fucking awful.
in the mornings though, the sun would slant in thick amber skiens through the windows, and i’d be the first one up. i’d shuffle around, get showered in this tub that was trying to exit through the floor, get my clothes on. i would usually creep around in the kitchen until it was time to start waking everyone else up - some of them required multiple rounds of polite hey man we gotta go knocks. and it felt… outside of time. a loud kind of quiet.
the ghosts of the house always felt like they were humming in a melody just out of reach. i know people say that the witching hour happens in the dark, but i always felt like it occurred somewhere around 6:45 in the morning. like - for literal centuries, somebody stood here and did the dishes. for literal centuries, somebody else has been looking out the window to this tree in our garden. for literal centuries, people have been stubbing their toes and cracking their backs and complaining about the weather. something about that was so… strangely lovely.
i have to be honest. i’m not a history aficionado. i know, i know; it’s tragic of me. i usually respond to “this thing is super old” by being like, wow! cool! and moving on. but this house was the first time i felt like the past was standing there. like it was breathing. like someone else was drying their hands with me. playing chess on the sofa. adding honey to their tea.
i grew up in an old town. like, literally, a few miles off of walden pond (as in of the walden). (also, relatedly, don’t swim in walden, it’s so unbelievably dirty). but my family didn’t have “old house” kind of money. we had a barely-standing house from the 70’s. history existed kind of… parallel to me. you had to go somewhere to be in history. your school would pack you up on a bus and take you to some “ye olden times” place and you’d see how they used to make glass or whatever, and then you’d go home to your LEDs. most museums were small and closed before 5. you knew history was, like, somewhere, but the only thing that was open was the mcdonalds and the mall.
i remember one of my seventh grade history teachers telling us - some day you’ll see how long we’ve been human for and that thing has been puzzling me. i know the scientific number, technically.
the house had these little scars of use. my floors didn’t actually touch the walls; i had to fill them with a stopgap to stop the wind. other people had shoved rags and pieces of newspaper. i know i’ve lost rings and earring backs down some of the floorboards. i think the raccoons that lived in our basement probably have collected a small fortune over the years. i complain out loud to myself about how awful the stairs are (uneven, steep, evil, turning, hard to get down while holding anything) and know - someone else has said this exact same thing.
when i was packing up to leave and doing a final deep cleaning, i found a note carved in the furthest corner in the narrow cave of my closet. a child’s scrawled name, a faded paint handprint, the scrangly numbers: 1857.
we’ve been human for a long time. way back before we can remember.
we’ve been human for
a long time. way back before
we can remember.
Beep boop! I look for accidental haiku posts. Sometimes I mess up.
Thanks I hate it: sarcastic disdain, you don’t enjoy this at all that’s insufferable, I love it: prankster solidarity. A compliment for mischief. You gotta try this dude, it sucks: solidarity through communal self-flagellation It’s terrible, watch it immediately: Your classic so-bad-it’s-good media
People don’t talk enough about how easy it is to sleep in the dirt.
Like at a certain point on a dig day you BECOME THE DIRT.
And then comfy lil cozy crevices where you just dug start ~calling your name~
This is my favorite corner of the internet:
BONUS:
Okay but consider: -Very soft (no rocks at all, just buttery smooth, sifted, light, and fluffy soil -Pesky rocks are on the other side of the dirt pile. Don’t even worry about them. -Usually cool to the touch, even on a hot day -You can just sink into it. Like a snow angel. But dirt. Bliss.
“Alright boys, time for that pesky archaeologist to take a dirt nap.”
“You want for us to kill ‘em?”
“What? No! Show him to the NICE dirt pile, he looks really sleepy and it’s makin’ me sad!”
[Image IDs: Tumblr tags. Image #1: miceWithKnives: #i just want to take a nap in the spoil heap #this is all i ask for #archaeology #arcaeologist problems
Image #2: enkidusbi: #that 15 min after lunchbreak where you take a nap on top of a pile of dirt. highlight of my day
Image #3: buckets-of-dirt: #I worked on a months-long phase 3 excavation in 2020 and the most coveted nap spots during our breaks #where the soil heap and the tree next to it #until we leanred that the tree we’d been sitting under for 2 months had a massive widowmaker hangin by a thread right above it #and thenThe spoil heap became even more precious #theyre so comfy and also often the shadiest spot on site
Image #4: the-nettle-knight: #i have hidden at the bottom of trenches on a slow day for quite a while #no one has ever come to check on me #and in the office there are some shelves that i could definitely climb and no one would see me
Image #5 lawful-evil-novelist: #i love dirt #i wish dirt liked me
Image #6: saitArtemis: #I use to nap in the wheel barrows when they were filled with dirt #the dirt was a nice cushion #just a regular dig day #dirt is my best friend #i am the dirt #the dirt is me #archaeology
Image #7: adventureCoreButch: #longing for a nice cool backDirt pile in the shade
Image #8: sinceWeAreTellingStories: #once took a nap in a cave on dig #curled right up on the rock and took a siesta #they didn’t even wake me up #just let me sleep and I woke up again like 20 min later in time to work #pretty sure there’s pics somewhere
Image #9: specialGentArtemis: mmm dirt
Image #10: wideAsleepAndDayDreaming: #posts that make me concern for archaeologists
Image #11: #archaeologist problems #are y'all okay #i mean i can understand falling asleep on a pile of rocks #but dirt? dirt??? #it’s not even that old! #not a paleontologist problem /End ID]
Yeah. They did that. I bet the ‘clarification’ came as a result of some strong legal threats.
So be aware in the coming weeks that if your favorite actor reportedly says something shitty about the strike that makes your blood boil? Check the sources. There’s going to be a lot of uh, spin in the news.
I wish wizards were real so bad imagine coming out of a wal mart and seeing some guy with long robes and a big hat in the parking lot surrounded by wacky particle effects screaming some shit like “By the moon and the starlight, by the shield and the sword, I summon to me, my Honda Accord!” And then just getting into his car and driving off
