Es ist wie immer: Sonntag ist Zeit für Buchstaben und frischen Lesestoff.
➔ Eine Zugfahrt, die ist lustig…
Irgendwann muss ich mal mit Lena zusammen irgendwohin fahren. Das wird sicher lustig.
↳ Der Typ schräg gegenüber (Viererplatz mit Tisch), seines Zeichens vermutlich der Erfinder des verkniffenen Gesichtsausdrucks, starrt mir in den Ausschnitt. Er merkt, dass ich es gemerkt habe und kuckt schnell aus dem Fenster. Ich hole mein Handy raus und tippe eine Nachricht an Sophie: „Hab einen hässlichen alten Sack im Zug gerade dabei erwischt, wie er mir auf die Titten geglotzt hat. Bin grad erst los. Wird ’ne lustige Fahrt.“
➔ Meet the Schemers, Investors, and Dreamers Who Were Bewitched By a Giant Green Rock
Menschen sind schon ziemlich bekloppt und fangen an sehr seltsam zu agieren, wenn sie glauben, dass sie gleich ganz fürchterlich reich werden können.
↳ A man with a squeaky voice named Larry Biegler had phoned the cops in a little suburban California town called Temple City, just southeast of Pasadena. He told the officer on duty that his “840-pound” emerald (a lot of people say the emerald weighs 840 pounds, but it doesn’t) had been stolen and that he’d been abducted and released by the Brazilian Mafia. So the detectives climbed into what Miller calls his “mobile office” (a Chevy Blazer), drove 15 miles out to Temple City, and spent the day in the local police station parsing the emerald dossier. The case “was fun,” Miller told me, “at the beginning.”
➔ The bizarre story of the 18th-century Frenchman who ate a quarter of a cow daily and never gained weight
Das klingt alles viel zu bekloppt um wenigstens einigermaßen was mit der Wirklichkeit zu tun zu haben, aber scheinbar gab es da wirklich mal diesen Typen. Hier der Artikel bei Tante Wiki.
↳ Tarrare—which could have been just a nickname from the then-common French phrase “bom-bom tarrare!” used to describe explosions—was born in 1772 in Lyon, France. By the time he was 17, he was reportedly 100 pounds (about 45 kg), and consumed a quarter of a cow’s worth of beef per day. He ran away from home and joined a freak show, where he delighted attendees by eating anything—literally anything—they gave him, which ranged from a basket of apples, dozens of eggs, and even wine corks and flints.
➔ The Coming Amnesia
Interessante Idee. Angesichts der Zeit, die das alles in der Zukunft liegt, natürlich ähnlich abstrakt und schwer zu fassen, wie das aktuelle Bild, das wir vom Universum haben, aber nicht minder spannend.
↳ As the universe expands over hundreds of billions of years, Reynolds explained, there will be a point, in the very far future, at which all galaxies will be so far apart that they will no longer be visible from one another.
Upon reaching that moment, it will no longer be possible to understand the universe’s history—or perhaps even that it had one—as all evidence of a broader cosmos outside of one’s own galaxy will have forever disappeared. Cosmology itself will be impossible.
In such a radically expanded future universe, Reynolds continued, some of the most basic insights offered by today’s astronomy will be unavailable. After all, he points out, “you can’t measure the redshift of galaxies if you can’t see galaxies. And if you can’t see galaxies, how do you even know that the universe is expanding? How would you ever determine that the universe had had an origin?”
There would be no reason to theorize that other galaxies had ever existed in the first place. The universe, in effect, will have disappeared over its own horizon, into a state of irreversible amnesia.
