The single biggest irrigated crop in America isn't corn, wheat, or soybeans. It's not even avocados or almonds. It's lawn. We grow more grass than any food crop in the country, around 40 million acres of it, and almost none of it feeds a single living thing. Think about how strange that is. We took a grass that isn't even from here, planted it coast to coast, and now we pour water, fertilizer, and pesticide into keeping it short, green, and perfectly useless. To a bee, a butterfly, or a bird hunting caterpillars for its chicks, a manicured lawn is a desert. Nothing to eat, nowhere to nest, mile after mile of it. But here's the good news, maybe the easiest win on this whole account: you don't have to fix the entire desert. You just have to claw back a corner. Pick one strip. The hellstrip by the sidewalk, the run along the fence, that awkward patch you hate mowing anyway. Stop mowing it and plant it with native flowers, a few black-eyed Susans, some bee balm, a couple of coneflowers. That's it. No ripping out the whole yard, no fight with anybody. Just convert one piece. And that piece stops being dead space and starts being habitat: bees, butterflies, and birds showing up to a spot that offered them nothing a year ago. Now picture your neighbor doing the same, and the one after that. That's how a desert turns back into a meadow, one reclaimed corner at a time.

1980 - you climbed mount everest? you must be a pioneer. 2026 - you climbed mount everest? you must be an asshole!

The iconic MW4 menu background is a real photo taken during the Second Battle of Fallujah, Iraq (2004).

I saw a post on Reddit that said that “The underlying purpose of AI is to allow wealth to access skill while removing from the skilled the ability to access wealth.” And I don’t think I’ve ever seen AI described so incisively.

Genuinely baffling to me that devs are just making games like theyre fucking subway sandwiches and not like theyre creatives with talent or artistic passion

BREAKING: We're suing the U.S. Fish & Wildlife Service over their plan to give away 715 acres of a public wildlife refuge to billionaire corporation Space X. Americans shouldn't be sacrificing their public lands to subsidize a company owned by the richest man in the world.

It’s deeply odd to me that America is a far less 24/7 hour society today than it was 10, 20, or even 30 years ago. I vividly remember friends from the UK back in 1996 marveling at the fact that in the mid-sized Indiana town where I went college it was possible to buy groceries, clothing, a lawn mower, a snow blower, Lego sets, and bow hunting gear at 3 AM on any given Tuesday of the year. That was peak American Empire, and it’s long gone.

One man in California has spent 57 years recording the sounds of natural places. Much of what he's recorded no longer exists. His name is Bernie Krause. He started as a folk musician and an early pioneer of the Moog synthesizer. In 1968, he began carrying recording equipment into rainforests, deserts, coral reefs, African savannas, and research sites associated with scientists like Jane Goodall and Dian Fossey. The Wild Sanctuary archive now contains more than 5,000 hours of recordings and over 15,000 identified species. Krause coined the term "biophony" to describe the collective sound of living organisms in a habitat and helped establish the field of soundscape ecology. Through thousands of recordings, he observed that healthy ecosystems often partition acoustic space, with different species occupying different frequencies and times of day. On a spectrogram, an intact habitat can resemble a densely layered musical score. When Krause revisited many of the places he had recorded decades earlier, he found that over half had become silent, severely degraded, or so altered by human activity that their original biophonies could no longer be heard. His archive preserves sounds from ecosystems that have been transformed or lost.

Carolina parakeets were the only parrots native to eastern North America. They had a green body, yellow head, orange face, and flew in noisy flocks across the southeastern US. They ate the fruit in farmers' orchards, and farmers shot them by the thousands. They had a fatal social instinct: when one was shot, the rest of the flock circled back to "mourn" the dead bird, where they could be shot too. Entire flocks could be killed off in single afternoons. In 1885, the Cincinnati Zoo bought 16 of them for $40, hoping to breed enough to save the species. The captive breeding program didn't work, and by 1917, only two were left: a male called Incas and his mate of 32 years, Lady Jane. She died in late summer 1917. The zookeepers said Incas became "listless and mournful" and stopped eating. On February 21, 1918, Incas was found dead in the morning after a cold night. It really makes you wonder what the woods would sound like if their flocks still flew overhead.

I wish there was more information on the different forms of consciousness. This bird clearly experiences time differently than we do

Halo: Combat Evolved (2001 Halo: Campaign Evolved (2026)

no AI. i made these with a folder of ~12000 SNES screenshots, Photoshop, & weed

> indústria investe bilhões em gráficos ultra-realistas > "agora sim parece de verdade" > jogo envelhece em 3 anos e parece horrível > abre um jogo de PS1 > texturas borradas, polígonos angulares, iluminação estranha > deveria ser feio > mas parece um sonho > tem uma atmosfera que nenhum RTX consegue replicar > o gráfico ruim te coloca num vale inquietante > e esse desconforto visual vira imersão > jogos "bonitos" tentam parecer reais > jogos "feios" criam um mundo que nunca existiu em lugar nenhum > e é exatamente isso que faz o escapismo funcionar de verdade

Palantir embraces the neurodivergent. Join us.

女の子の声聞いたの久しぶりすぎて動揺してしまった童貞無価値

I never wanted to kill, I am not naturally evil :l Such things I do :o Just to make myself more attractive to you :3 Have I failed? :(