shelomit:

By request of @plinytheyounger​: 

1. He had only one good leg and one good eye, and apparently sang as loudly as five normal people put together, which, on the whole, is what I would expect
2. I can never find it when I wish to but in one of his books, I think Continental Harmony (1794), he has a footnote about how annoyed he is that people never read his footnotes
3. According to him, nine out of ten women prefer the minor mode 

biggest-gaudiest-patronuses:

the-everything-man:

bog-dweller-official:

cathugging:

cathugging:

Mongolians are cool because they’ve merged their traditional and modern ways of life so rather than having poverty due to losing all their important skills they just live in their yurts with their cows and 827474874mbs internet

sure their GDP in dollars is low but when you can survive like your anscestors did it doesn’t mean anything, nothing wrong with adding a motorcycle and wifi into the mix

Everyone should live like their ancestors did 1000 years ago but with the addition of wifi tbh

Adapt. Survive.

this is the single most inspiring piece of information I have yet to come across in all my moments in this world

I think it probably helps to live someplace remote. Mind
you, looks like even they are having problems with climate change and stuff: https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Environmental_issues_in_Mongolia

totallynotagentphilcoulson:

hungbunny-romandogbird:

turings:

turings:

why do all fictional capitalists look like that

Well that and a dash of

Actually why do all REAL capitalists from the era look like that?

I believe that was the coveted “I became successful at a
young enough age that I can wear a moustache and look like Clark Gable and not Uncle
Pennybags in the Monopoly game” look.

plinytheyounger:

Having made but little return on our voyage, pursuing so ceaselessly an ever-retreating sort of whale, and Starbuck being driven to a distracted state by obeying orders which seemed designed to push us further and further from our profitable object, our first mate decided to set up in a different sort of business. The starting capital was supplied by Aunt Charity, who was cheered of any establishment that gave men an opportunity to speak without liquorizing themselves, and might sit at tables and co-labour at their business.  

An ever larger number of soggers were being snaffled up by that expanding Carthage of a New Bedford, and in Nantucket there were a few shoots of a blossoming sort of frivolity, a kittenishness – for a Quaker artist had even been produced, in the person of W. Bradford, whose fine picture “Sealers Crushed In The Ice” can be today admired. 

Some considerable portion of the crew had signed on, out of reverence for Starbuck, and since there was a deal of equipment involved that needed careful handling – “for,” he said, “I shall have no man employed here who is not afraid of a steam wand.”

Oh! It was a fine sight when we were kitted out, and rigged up with benches and fresh paint and scrimshonter decorations; and to my astonishment and the general delight there were women who came to our counter. I made Mrs Hussey a latte; she seeming astonished by such a feat on my part, although you should think that after I’d come back from a three-year voyage she’d think me well able to do whatever I turned my hand to.

Peter Coffin, also – “Well, lads! Greasy luck to you in this – not that your coffee should be greasy, I suppose – not that I would reckon that – and now for me a Quad Grande, Non Fat, Extra Hot Caramel Macchiato Upside Down.”

“Four shots, my good boys,” Starbuck whispered very lowly and earnestly, realising the danger we stood at such an outlandish order, “now mind ye the dial! as hot as you like! There, turn it, now, turn it – that’s the way – ”

But in making this enormous, this red-hot caramel concoction that seemed to have been syruped in the fires of hell – in trying to swing that around and tip it widdershins the poor Barista was almost scalded head to toe, had not Queequeg leapt in and seized it from him. He looked very well in his uniform. 

At last a very curious Nantucketer came around; who had read periodicals on the subject, and considered himself a regular gourmand of this stuff, and came to the counter not to order but ask: "How came you by such beans? by what means? and can you guarantee they are advantageous to the constitution?“

“Sir,” said I, “ I am downright eager to answer these questions,” and so readily did I fulfil my duty, in explaining to him what we were about from the Ottoman Empire downwards, that I did not at first notice our former captain arrive. 

We all greeted him very civilly; we were determined that we should continue on polite and amiable terms and put aside all past incidents, though Tashtego said, if Ahab asked for a shot of blood in his coffee, Tashtego would do no such thing again, and that he would take a smoke break for the entire duration of his visit.

Ahab went straight for the serving station, and searched among the cutlery, at first very glancingly and then in more and more frustrated seriousness of purpose.

“Sir,” said Starbuck, “we have made the more sustainable and socially responsible decision to phase out the plastic straws for a lid which can be widely recycled – sir – ”

For with a burst of unimaginable strength Ahab had ripped the serving station top from its hinges, and exposed the stores we had laid up below. He reached in and drew out great fistfuls of plastic straws.

“Aye, Starbuck,” Ahab said, “ye cannot keep these from me! I shall take every straw I can hold and you shall not oppose it! And I shall take them and throw them every day straight into Nantucket Harbour!" 

"Slow and steady!” cried Ahab, fixing all of us with the terrible radiance of his eyes, “slow and steady wins the race!”