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Acoustic Levitation

At the U.S. Department of Energy’s Argonne National Laboratory, scientists have been experimenting with sound waves and pharmaceutical solutions, levitating soluble drops between two speakers facing each other. While their research has produced some visually fascinating results, it has also led to the discovery of a far more effective method for creating amorphous drugs, which happen to be the more desirable of two forms that pharmaceutical drugs can take.Watch Video Here. 

GIFs by Science-llama

WOW.

Okay this is cooler than the thing with the liquid nitrogen.

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If grandmothers around the world had a rallying cry, it would probably sound something like “You need to eat!”

Photographer Gabriele Galimberti’s grandmother said something similar to him before one of his many globetrotting work trips. To ensure he had at least one good meal, she prepared for him a dish of ravioli before he departed on one of his adventures.  

“In that occasion I said to my grandma ‘You know, Grandma, there are many other grandmas around the world and most of them are really good cooks,” Galimberti wrote via email. “I’m going to meet them and ask them to cook for me so I can show you that you don’t have to be worried for me and the food that I will eat!’ This is the way my project was born!”

The project, “Delicatessen With Love”, took Galimberti to 58 countries where he photographed grandmothers with both the ingredients and finished signature dishes.

He acted as photographer and stylist during each shoot with the grandmothers, taking a portrait of both the women and the food they made for him.

From top to bottom: 

Inara Runtule, 68, Kekava, Latvia. Silke €(herring with potatoes and cottage cheese).

Grace Estibero, 82, Mumbai, India. Chicken vindaloo.

Susann Soresen, 81, Homer, Alaska. Moose steak.

Serette Charles, 63, Saint-Jean du Sud, Haiti. Lambi in creole sauce.

The photographer’s grandmother Marisa Batini, 80, Castiglion Fiorentino, Italy. Swiss chard and ricotta Ravioli with meat sauce.

Normita Sambu Arap, 65, Oltepessi (Masaai Mara), Kenya. Mboga and orgali (white corn polenta with vegetables and goat).

Julia Enaigua, 71, La Paz, Bolivia. Queso Humacha (vegetables and fresh cheese soup).

Fifi Makhmer, 62, Cairo, Egypt. Kuoshry (pasta, rice and legumes pie).

Isolina Perez De Vargas, 83, Mendoza, Argentina. Asado criollo (mixed meats barbecue).

Bisrat Melake, 60, Addis Ababa, Ethiopia. Enjera with curry and vegetables.

Omg the grandma & food thing IS universal.

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From the brilliant mind of Karen Hallion.

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“You look lonely,” said the moon.

“Alone is not the same as lonely,” said the little boy, swinging his feet. “Not the same at all.”

“That is true,” agreed the moon, for she always spoke the truth. “And you are only one of those things.”

The little boy stopped swinging, for he was a clever little boy who often heard more than what was said. “I’m not alone here?” he queried, looking all around.

“You are not,” said the moon, glowing brighter with her words. “Your friend is waiting.”

“I don’t have friends,” dismissed the little boy, swinging his foot again. “And I don’t see anybody.” 

“Then you’re not looking hard enough,” said the moon. “Perhaps you aren’t very good at it?” 

The little boy scowled and sat up straighter in his swing. “I’m too good at it,” he replied, for there was a reason he was out here all by himself. 

“Hmm,” said the moon. “Well, some looking is harder than others,” she acknowledged. “And finding a friend can be the hardest thing of all.” 

“Who’d want me for a friend?” asked the little boy. “‘Only an idiot’, apparently.” He sniffed. “And why would I want to be friends with an idiot?” 

“Oh, I see,” said the moon, her light dimming somewhat. “And do you believe everything that others tell you?” she asked. “Or only the things you fear to be true?” 

The little boy fell silent. “What’s it to you, anyway?” he asked, after a while. 

“Oh, nothing really,” said the moon. “You’ll meet one day, whatever happens - that much is written far above my orbit.” 

“You’ve been up there for over four million millennia,” said the little boy, for he had not yet deleted astronomy. “Why do you care about a few human years?” 

“The answer’s in the question,” replied the moon. 

The little boy was quiet for a long time. 

“Because you know what it means to be solitary,” he said. 

 And he jumped down from his swing.

 

Gorgeous artwork from xxxxxx6x, reposted in a group with kind permission. You can find the originals here: Sherlock / John / Together