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Multiple UFOs filmed in daytime over mountain in Santiago Chile

Posted in 2014 with tags , , on December 24, 2014 by theboldcorsicanflame

A Craigslist Missed Connection Worth Reading

Posted in 2014 with tags on December 23, 2014 by theboldcorsicanflame

This Craigslist Missed Connection Is The Most Beautiful Thing You'll Read Today





I saw you on the Manhattan-bound Brooklyn Q train.

I was wearing a blue-striped t-shirt and a pair of maroon pants. You were wearing a vintage red skirt and a smart white blouse. We both wore glasses. I guess we still do.

You got on at DeKalb and sat across from me and we made eye contact, briefly. I fell in love with you a little bit, in that stupid way where you completely make up a fictional version of the person you’re looking at and fall in love with that person. But still I think there was something there.

Several times we looked at each other and then looked away. I tried to think of something to say to you — maybe pretend I didn’t know where I was going and ask you for directions or say something nice about your boot-shaped earrings, or just say, “Hot day.” It all seemed so stupid.

At one point, I caught you staring at me and you immediately averted your eyes. You pulled a book out of your bag and started reading it — a biography of Lyndon Johnson — but I noticed you never once turned a page.

My stop was Union Square, but at Union Square I decided to stay on, rationalizing that I could just as easily transfer to the 7 at 42nd Street, but then I didn’t get off at 42nd Street either. You must have missed your stop as well, because when we got all the way to the end of the line at Ditmars, we both just sat there in the car, waiting.

I cocked my head at you inquisitively. You shrugged and held up your book as if that was the reason.

Still I said nothing.

We took the train all the way back down — down through Astoria, across the East River, weaving through midtown, from Times Square to Herald Square to Union Square, under SoHo and Chinatown, up across the bridge back into Brooklyn, past Barclays and Prospect Park, past Flatbush and Midwood and Sheepshead Bay, all the way to Coney Island. And when we got to Coney Island, I knew I had to say something.

Still I said nothing.

And so we went back up.

Up and down the Q line, over and over. We caught the rush hour crowds and then saw them thin out again. We watched the sun set over Manhattan as we crossed the East River. I gave myself deadlines: I’ll talk to her before Newkirk; I’ll talk to her before Canal. Still I remained silent.

For months we sat on the train saying nothing to each other. We survived on bags of skittles sold to us by kids raising money for their basketball teams. We must have heard a million mariachi bands, had our faces nearly kicked in by a hundred thousand break dancers. I gave money to the beggars until I ran out of singles. When the train went above ground I’d get text messages and voicemails (“Where are you? What happened? Are you okay?”) until my phone ran out of battery.

I’ll talk to her before daybreak; I’ll talk to her before Tuesday. The longer I waited, the harder it got. What could I possibly say to you now, now that we’ve passed this same station for the hundredth time? Maybe if I could go back to the first time the Q switched over to the local R line for the weekend, I could have said, “Well, this is inconvenient,” but I couldn’t very well say it now, could I? I would kick myself for days after every time you sneezed — why hadn’t I said “Bless You”? That tiny gesture could have been enough to pivot us into a conversation, but here in stupid silence still we sat.

There were nights when we were the only two souls in the car, perhaps even on the whole train, and even then I felt self-conscious about bothering you. She’s reading her book, I thought, she doesn’t want to talk to me. Still, there were moments when I felt a connection. Someone would shout something crazy about Jesus and we’d immediately look at each other to register our reactions. A couple of teenagers would exit, holding hands, and we’d both think: Young Love.

For sixty years, we sat in that car, just barely pretending not to notice each other. I got to know you so well, if only peripherally. I memorized the folds of your body, the contours of your face, the patterns of your breath. I saw you cry once after you’d glanced at a neighbor’s newspaper. I wondered if you were crying about something specific, or just the general passage of time, so unnoticeable until suddenly noticeable. I wanted to comfort you, wrap my arms around you, assure you I knew everything would be fine, but it felt too familiar; I stayed glued to my seat.

One day, in the middle of the afternoon, you stood up as the train pulled into Queensboro Plaza. It was difficult for you, this simple task of standing up, you hadn’t done it in sixty years. Holding onto the rails, you managed to get yourself to the door. You hesitated briefly there, perhaps waiting for me to say something, giving me one last chance to stop you, but rather than spit out a lifetime of suppressed almost-conversations I said nothing, and I watched you slip out between the closing sliding doors.

It took me a few more stops before I realized you were really gone. I kept waiting for you to reenter the subway car, sit down next to me, rest your head on my shoulder. Nothing would be said. Nothing would need to be said.

When the train returned to Queensboro Plaza, I craned my neck as we entered the station. Perhaps you were there, on the platform, still waiting. Perhaps I would see you, smiling and bright, your long gray hair waving in the wind from the oncoming train.

But no, you were gone. And I realized most likely I would never see you again. And I thought about how amazing it is that you can know somebody for sixty years and yet still not really know that person at all.

I stayed on the train until it got to Union Square, at which point I got off and transferred to the L.

UPDATE: The Village Voice suspects the mystery writer is Raphael Bob-Waksberg, a comedian and writer based out of Los Angeles

Siberian Lynx Point cats Alice and Finnegan wish you a Merry Christmas

Posted in 2014, animals with tags , , , on December 23, 2014 by theboldcorsicanflame



Alice and Finnegan have racked up more than 100,000 followers on a social networking site, but they aren’t reality TV stars, actors or even the latest singing sensation – they are pet cats.

The pair of Siberian Lynx Point cats are the latest feline sensation sweeping the web and earning legions of fans across the globe thanks to their adorable fancy dress costumes, featuring everything from Game of Thrones to Christmas and Halloween. 

The cats belong to twin sisters Holly and Monica Sisson and now have more than 100,000 followers on the picture sharing website Instagram. 

Young penguins are protected from the cold by their loving parents as they huddle together in Antarctica

Posted in 2014, animals with tags , on December 23, 2014 by theboldcorsicanflame


Huddled together trying to stay warm, these heart-warming images show that penguins really do make the best parents. 

The adult Emperor Penguins surround their young as they struggle to survive the freezing temperatures and deadly winds.

This breeding colony were captured clustered together in Antarctica where they face a daily battle to keep their young alive.


A possible outbreak of polar stratospheric clouds (PMCs) is underway around the Arctic Circle

Posted in 2014, astronomy with tags , , , , , , on December 23, 2014 by theboldcorsicanflame



Taken by Ivar Marthinusen on December 22, 2014 @ Skedsmokorset, Norway

Unlike normal grey-white clouds, which hug Earth’s surface at altitudes of only 5 to 10 km, PMCs float through the stratosphere (25 km) and they are fantastically colorful. Ivar Marthinusen sends this picture of the phenonenon from Skedsmokorset, Norway

“Right after sunset on Dec. 22nd, the clouds were so bright they were uncomfortable to look at directly,” says Marthinusen.

Also known as “nacreous” or “mother of pearl” clouds, these icy structures form in the lower stratosphere when temperatures drop to around minus 85ºC. Sunlight shining through tiny ice particles ~10µm across produce the characteristic bright iridescent colors by diffraction and interference. Once thought to be mere curiosities, some PMCs are now known to be associated with the destruction of ozone.

“Nacreous clouds far outshine and have much more vivid colours than ordinary iridescent clouds, which are very much poor relations and seen frequently all over the world,” writes atmospheric optics expert Les Cowley. “Once seen they are never forgotten.”

Joe Cocker dies -Singer Joe Cocker dies at 70 –Joe Cocker has died after a battle lung cancer – RIP

Posted in 2014 with tags , , , , on December 22, 2014 by theboldcorsicanflame

Sony Music have released a statement on Joe Cocker’s death at the age of 70.ohn Robert Cocker, known to family, friends, his community and fans around the world as Joe Cocker, passed away on December 22, 2014 after a hard fought battle with small cell lung cancer. Mr. Cocker was 70 years old.



Excited puppy spots its owner

Posted in 2014, animals with tags on December 22, 2014 by theboldcorsicanflame

An image taken by a Japanese satellite launch on 7 October 2014 has snapped the true colour of planet Earth

Posted in 2014, astronomy with tags , , , , on December 22, 2014 by theboldcorsicanflame


Earth’s true colour has been revealed in amazing detail by a Japanese weather satellite.

From a distance of 22,240 miles (35,790km), the satellite shows what our planet looks like before any filters or image enhancements are made to the shot. 

And the incredibly high resolution image also highlights stunning details on Earth including clouds, oceans and Australia’s vast desert.

The image was taken by Japan’s Himawari-8 weather satellite, which launched on 7 October 2014 and is said to be the first true-colour image returned by the satellite to Earth.

A huge 11,000 by 11,000 pixel version is available on the Japan Meteorological Agency’s (JMA) website, although the makes advise downloading the file, rather than view it in a browser, because the image can take a long time to load.

The satellite was placed in a geostationary orbit above Earth, which means it stays above the same portion of the planet – in this case Australia, Japan and the other regions seen.

The instrument used to take the image was the Advanced Himawari Imager (AHI) on the spacecraft.

Himawari-8 is actually one of two twin satellites that will be used to provide continuous observation of the East Asia and Western Pacific regions. The next satellite, called Himawari-9, will launch in 2016.

The use of the words ‘true colour’ is a little bit of a misnomer, as this is not exactly what the planet would look like to the human eye.

Most images we see of Earth are colour-corrected to show how humans would see them. This image, however, was taken in multiple bands and shows the natural appearance of Earth from space.

Hubble has achieved an extraordinary amount in its lifetime and 2015 will mark 25 years since its launch

Posted in 2014, astronomy with tags , , , on December 22, 2014 by theboldcorsicanflame

Hubble has achieved an extraordinary amount in its lifetime and 2015 will mark 25 years since its launch. The year 2015 will be filled with Hubble-related activities for you to enjoy and, most importantly, get involved with. In this Hubblecast we look back at some of the ways in which you have shown your appreciation for Hubble in the past and let you in on what the Hubble 25 celebrations have to offer. More information on the 25th anniversary can be found on the dedicated web pages.

More information and download options:…
Directed by: Georgia Bladon
Visual design and editing: Martin Kornmesser
Written by: Georgia Bladon and Nicky Guttridge
Narration: Sara Mendes da Costa
Images: NASA, ESA/Hubble
Videos: NASA, ESA/Hubble
Animations: Martin Kornmesser, Luis Calcada, NASA, ESA/Hubble
Music: Johan B. Monell (
Web and technical support: Mathias Andre and Raquel Yumi Shida
Executive producer: Lars Lindberg Christensen


Neuroanatomist Jill Bolte Taylor’s Stroke of Insight

Posted in 2014 with tags , , , , on December 22, 2014 by theboldcorsicanflame

Neuroanatomist Jill Bolte Taylor had an opportunity few brain scientists would wish for: One morning, she realized she was having a massive stroke. As it happened — as she felt her brain functions slip away one by one, speech, movement, understanding — she studied and remembered every moment. This is a powerful story about how our brains define us and connect us to the world and to one another.


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