M.J. Rose

Click the link below. It might just blow your mind to see a moving model of how our solar system looks in motion from a distance. Remember, the sun is traveling around the galactic core at 52,000 miles per hour!

Essentially, we are inside a giant unfurling explosion that might just be happening in a split second on some other spatial level…

Intense.

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Did you hear about the thought-to-be-extinct giant insect they found on Ball’s Pyramid in the middle of the sea?

(Atlas Obscura)

From Atlas Obscura –

“The remnants of a massive volcano, Ball’s Pyramid juts 1,843 feet out of the Pacific Ocean. Discovered in 1788, the barren, rocky spire was thought to be devoid of life until 2001 when a group of scientists discovered what may be the world’s rarest insect.

The Lord Howe Island stick insect (Dryococelus australis) had not been seen alive in over 70 years. Known as “land lobsters” or “walking sausages,” the six-inch long insects were once common on the neighboring Lord Howe Island, but were assumed to have been eaten into extinction by the black rats introduced to the island when a supply ship ran aground on its shores in 1918.

Yet in 2001, the scientists found a colony of the huge Lord Howe Island stick insects living under a single bush…”

For the complete piece click here to go to Atlas Obscura.

Who is the reigning king of mysteriousness and bizarre-a-tude? Why, David Lynch of course. So, who could possibly think of a more mysterious place to have a cocktail than Lynch’s very own, completely impossible to gain entrance to, nightclub?

Descending into another world … David Lynch’s Silencio nightclub. Photograph: PR

Inside David Lynch’s Paris nightclub

Inspired by the deeply strange Club Silencio in Mulholland Drive, the film director has opened a nightclub in the French capital

by Fiachra Gibbons (The Guardian)

“There were no dwarves. No dancing men. No one talked backwards – until the daquiries kicked in – and with the exception of the Japanese cowboy who turned out to be a fashion designer, no one looked all that weird.

In fact, by the time Silencio, David Lynch’s new Paris nightclub-cum-salon-cum-laboratory of the weird closed its doors at dawn on Wednesday after its first night, nothing truly bizarre had happened. Except, and it’s a big except, there was no sign whatsoever of the presiding genius himself. David Lynch was not in the building.

It’s true he could have been watching us from behind one of the smoked-glass walls, stroking a vintage Nicolas Cage hairpiece while plotting new ways to freak us out…”

For the complete article and more photos of the interior of the space, click here.