Mine too.
Floaters are deposits of various size, shape, consistency, refractive index, and motility within the eye’s vitreous humour, which is normally transparent. At a young age the vitreous is perfectly transparent but, during life, imperfections gradually develop. The common type of floater, which is present in most people’s eyes, is due to degenerative changes of the vitreous humour. The perception of floaters is known as myodesopsia. Floaters are visible because of the shadows they cast on the retina or their refraction of the light that passes through them, and can appear alone or together with several others in one’s field of vision. They may appear as spots, threads, or fragments of cobwebs, which float slowly before the observer’s eyes. Since these objects exist within the eye itself, they are not optical illusions but are entoptic phenomena.
I have never once had these things in my eyes and whenever they’re referenced in popculture I never know what the hell people are talking about
So that’s what they’re called…
Story of our lives.
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I don’t always make wishes at 11:11, but when I do, I wish for the ability to teleport.
*WITHOUT the risk of teleporting INTO objects. That would be fatal and tragic.
5 hours ago on June 02, 2012 at 11:12pm
Ivy League school janitor graduates with honors
For years, Gac Filipaj mopped floors, cleaned toilets and took out trash at Columbia University.
A refugee from war-torn Yugoslavia, he eked out a living working for the Ivy League school. But Sunday was payback time: The 52-year-old janitor donned a cap and gown to graduate with a bachelor’s degree in classics.
As a Columbia employee, he didn’t have to pay for the classes he took. His favorite subject was the Roman philosopher and statesman Seneca, the janitor said during a break from his work at Lerner Hall, the student union building he cleans.
“I love Seneca’s letters because they’re written in the spirit in which I was educated in my family — not to look for fame and fortune, but to have a simple, honest, honorable life,” he said.
His graduation with honors capped a dozen years of studies, including readings in ancient Latin and Greek.
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So tomorrow is June 3.
The biggest thing that will happen tomorrow is that my mother will be returning from New Mexico. And I’ll probably lie on a hammock and read or something. Unless I fall off, because I did the other day and it was fortunate there was no one watching. It’s always interesting to discover how few people actually trouble themselves to spend time outdoors after sundown. It’s so calm and cool, and cozy. But anyway, June 3 is going to be a big day. I’ll deposit my paycheck, maybe leave out enough for a bowtie or a dinner date. Should be fun.
5 hours ago on June 02, 2012 at 10:41pm
Stacks of Duncansby by bm^ on Flickr.
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