Raeden Zen's Blog, page 310
November 10, 2013
sagansense:
Some of the Surreal Landscapes Around the...
Tourists on a walkway next to the Grand Prismatic Spring, Yellowstone National Park, U.S.
Sossusvlei, Namibia which is a salt and clay pan surrounded by high red dunes, located in the southern part of the Namib Desert
Dragon's blood trees, Socotra, Yemen. The tree's name comes from the red sap it produces
Giant's Causeway, Antrim, Northern Ireland, an area of about 40,000 interlocking basalt columns, the result of an ancient volcanic eruption
Door to Hell, Derweze, Turkmenistan located in Turkmenistan's Karakum Desert
The Wave, Arizona, consists of intersecting U-shaped troughs that have been eroded into Navajo Sandstone of the Jurassic age
Wensu Grand Canyon, Wensu County, China
Travertines, Pamukkale, Turkey. Pamukkale, meaning cotton castle in Turkish, is a natural site in Denizli Province in southwestern Turkey.
A couple take pictures inside Antelope Canyon, Arizona
Cappadocia, Anatolia, Turkey
Some of the Surreal Landscapes Around the World collected by The Telegraph for a fascinating gallery. Click on the images for locations and check out the original gallery for more information and many more bizarre places.
via staceythinx
reuben-thomas:
how to be cube
step one
become cube
behave cube...
how to be cube
step one
become cube
behave cube like
if you exist in N dimensions check that each of your vertices is adjacent to N edges
if not you may be another geometry, seek medical help
repeat until bored
that was a trick cubes don’t get bored
are we nearly there yet
cube complete you are zen master
ENDLING Endling is a word for an individual animal that is the...
ENDLING
Endling is a word for an individual animal that is the last of its species or subspecies.
1912 - 2012
via retromantique
onenefes:
stay-human:
I keep seeing this picture and people...
I keep seeing this picture and people being oh so impressed by it acting like Dubai’s Sheikhs are miracle workers or some shit. And all that skyline does is make me want to throw up. Do you understand how all of this was built?
…and then there is the foreign underclass who built the city, and are trapped here. They are hidden in plain view. You see them everywhere, in dirt-caked blue uniforms, being shouted at by their superiors, like a chain gang – but you are trained not to look. It is like a mantra: the Sheikh built the city. The Sheikh built the city. Workers? What workers?
Sahinal Monir, a slim 24-year-old from the deltas of Bangladesh. “To get you here, they tell you Dubai is heaven. Then you get here and realise it is hell,” he says. Four years ago, an employment agent arrived in Sahinal’s village in Southern Bangladesh. He told the men of the village that there was a place where they could earn 40,000 takka a month (£400) just for working nine-to-five on construction projects. It was a place where they would be given great accommodation, great food, and treated well. All they had to do was pay an up-front fee of 220,000 takka (£2,300) for the work visa – a fee they’d pay off in the first six months, easy. So Sahinal sold his family land, and took out a loan from the local lender, to head to this paradise.
As soon as he arrived at Dubai airport, his passport was taken from him by his construction company. He has not seen it since. He was told brusquely that from now on he would be working 14-hour days in the desert heat – where western tourists are advised not to stay outside for even five minutes in summer, when it hits 55 degrees – for 500 dirhams a month (£90), less than a quarter of the wage he was promised. If you don’t like it, the company told him, go home. “But how can I go home? You have my passport, and I have no money for the ticket,” he said. “Well, then you’d better get to work,” they replied.
He shows me his room. It is a tiny, poky, concrete cell with triple-decker bunk-beds, where he lives with 11 other men. All his belongings are piled onto his bunk: three shirts, a spare pair of trousers, and a cellphone. The room stinks, because the lavatories in the corner of the camp – holes in the ground – are backed up with excrement and clouds of black flies. There is no air conditioning or fans, so the heat is “unbearable. You cannot sleep. All you do is sweat and scratch all night.” At the height of summer, people sleep on the floor, on the roof, anywhere where they can pray for a moment of breeze.
"There’s a huge number of suicides in the camps and on the construction sites, but they’re not reported. They’re described as ‘accidents’." Even then, their families aren’t free: they simply inherit the debts. A Human Rights Watch study found there is a “cover-up of the true extent” of deaths from heat exhaustion, overwork and suicide, but the Indian consulate registered 971 deaths of their nationals in 2005 alone. After this figure was leaked, the consulates were told to stop counting.
I’ve been waiting for this.
