This surrealistic timelapse doesn’t show an ocean in the sky. These are undulatus asperatus clouds rolling over Lincoln, Nebraska. Also known simply as asperatus, this cloud formation has been proposed as but not yet recognized as a distinctive cloud type. Their speed is much slower than shown in the animation, but the wave-like motion is accurate and is the source of the cloud’s name, which comes from the Latin word aspero, meaning to make rough. Though they appear stormy, asperatus clouds do not usually produce storms. They form under conditions similar to those of mammatus clouds, but wind shear at the cloud level causes the undulations to form. (Maybe some Kelvin-Helmholtz instabilities going on there?) You can check many more images of asperatus clouds at the Cloud Appreciation Society’s gallery. (Image credit: A. Schueth, source video; submitted by leftcoastjunkies)
How Africa Would Look Like if its Borders Were Defined By Ethnicity and Language. By George Peter Murdock,1959
Slightly inaccurate map and it doesn’t really give you the details and the context. Many of the languages covering larger areas have a smaller population than some of the languages covering smaller areas so it may look like Africa is ‘babel’, when in reality much of the languages in Northern Nigeria for example are slowly being replaced by Hausa and some of the really tiny ones are spoken by less than 50,000 people. on the other hand Igbo and Yoruba for example (which borders you can hardly see in Nigeria) are spoken by upwards of 30 million people. Also, some of these languages are mutually intelligible, and some of these borders are straight up dialects of the same language broken up for mostly political reasons or because the cartographer read some book that split them up, usually by classifying the language as a language family, sort of like classifying Australian English and Irish English as separate languages under the English language family (hence the mess with Somali).
Medusa didn’t ask for the snakes in her hair.
She gazed hoping to see love never stone.
Poor Medusa wasn’t born a monster.
Until Poseidon in his rage condemned her to be.
Can’t you see?
What was once pure beauty became poison.
And, her kindness a lost myth.
Alas, the story of many women is also this. — Hannah Sofia Ghani, Poor Medusa (via wascabar)