#100Mviews What to do...what to do when you reach 100M views? Well, nothing,...flex your brainscles and wait for the 1B score :)) Anyways...danke for teaching me a few things here and there, also for tolerating my moods! ;)
Your profile tells of over 100'525'000 views or so, and these 525'000 above the bar aren't negligible since they are close to my own sum, you vain snub:) Congrats.
You'll have to start thinking on how to compensate for the carbon footprint of all this viewing. Assuming just 1g/view results in 100 tons. Even if viewer physiology isn't involved since they are breathless before your profile, there's the network infrastructure to consider.
That is a lot of views, well done. Not a surprise to me though, since you write posts which are very informative and interesting. From a mind like no other
Ciro Villa I posted this from the phone and I forgot to restrict comments and shares...doesn't happen too often, also thanks for your physics posts...I am reading most of them :)
Fifth Dimension harmonies, dawning at the age of Aquarius softly loft through open window of her home and so appear weathered, white lace curtains keeping time against the swung out, open wooden windows whose untold layers of fading pastel paint curl like opening petals toward the beating sun.
On bent knee, on torn denim, bib overalls her fingernails yearn to be filled with rich alizarin soil packed tightly between the keratin and the flesh. The warming sun heats loosely tilled, lying loam and fills her lungs with memories of empty places not visited in many, many years.
A seed, a single seed she holds at finger’s tip, and ponders life not yet fulfilled. Her's to squander or compel to bring forth its future from the depth composted past, nurturing nutrients with but one last gasp.
Tenderly she presses deep, latent life waiting for a turn. She stops to pause and then she wipes a single drop, pleasant perspiration capillarilly attracted from her brow a neatly tied and folded paisley crown holding back the golden waves of gray
Rising slowly she brushes off, and grabs the water can tilting it toward the ground where fervently the earth will see strobbing, high speed time lapse motion _sweet cream icing flowing down in the sky diamonds_ fall gravity bound toward eager, earthen imbibitions.
A smile graces wisdom’s face “A job well done” she applauds herself. A rare Blue Lakota will in the Fall make many pies grazed upon by visiting and feasting grand children’s eyes.
Retreating, back inside her sanctuary a single earth tone tapestry hugs the shadowed wall above the seldom played piano, whose candles sit, long since last they were lit, trapping layers of living dust chronologically like rings of trees telling tales of magic dragons, festivals and artist’s gatherings.
Helplessly, she is drawn toward her solemn cenotaph, a collection of a fading past visited less and less each day that pass. She, wearing Mona Lisa’s smile picks up the wooden frame, the photo of a man slain far away, pondering knowledge carnally; sweet succulent secrecy.
Abandoning reflection… pictures now pulling vinyl analog carefully from the artist’s cardboard sleeve, and giggles to herself, “it’s now just plastic, a digital CD.” Something more upbeat something for the day’s travail; Riders on the Storm combines so very well, with pungent burning sandalwood.
Warm water flows over gently wresting hands kaleidoscoping rainbow spheres of soy oil and lye. patchouli and lavender purchased just the day before in the natural foods section of the local super store, and liberates from flesh, the toil of her day washing just a bit of lonely soul away.
In a flash, an epiphany she sheds, if only for a moment, deeply confidential deposits layered upon her life, aggravations born these many years now pearlized memories. No longer will she conjure up phantoms from the past, rather she will revel in the magic of her days… until her very last
Sam Collett I was there for 10 days and it was not near enough time... hell I could have spend the entire 10 days in the national air and space museum... let alone Natural History, and the Holocaust museum and on and on and on...
No human displays in the places I went in San Francisco, just a few skulls of our ancestors and a few others (including a sperm whale) in the museum in Golden Gate Park. The Exploratorium in San Francisco is great too, especially for kids with the hand-on exhibits
wow there are now words I could say. Maybe just one thing! Stay with us here :)
ReplyDeleteCongratulation Corina Marinescu , I appreciate your posts very much.
ReplyDeleteYou are welcome! Keep the #science links coming and you will have 1 million more soon.
ReplyDeletefélicitations et grand merci pour vos posts !
ReplyDeleteYou become a YouTube celebrity and earn loads for that pulling power :-)
ReplyDeleteRight PewDiePie?
Thanks, thanks and thanks...and I'm wayyy faarrr from that score :)) Akpo Siekpe
ReplyDeleteYour profile tells of over 100'525'000 views or so, and these 525'000 above the bar aren't negligible since they are close to my own sum, you vain snub:) Congrats.
ReplyDeleteCongrats!
ReplyDeleteYou'll have to start thinking on how to compensate for the carbon footprint of all this viewing. Assuming just 1g/view results in 100 tons. Even if viewer physiology isn't involved since they are breathless before your profile, there's the network infrastructure to consider.
ReplyDeleteBoris Borcic
ReplyDeletewhat would I do without your criticism and all the tricky questions? :D
Darnell Hamilton you still owe me a run ;)
ReplyDeleteand merci :D
Congrats on the million views times 100!
ReplyDeleteMerci Jordan Gill :)
ReplyDeleteDe rien. Avec plaisir
ReplyDeleteCongratulations!!! I always enjoy your posts :-)
ReplyDeleteThat is a lot of views, well done. Not a surprise to me though, since you write posts which are very informative and interesting. From a mind like no other
ReplyDeleteGood job, Doc!
ReplyDeleteCorina Marinescu Congrats! but...you did not block the comments this time? ...[grabbing popcorn..] (j/k) ;-)
ReplyDeleteCorina Marinescu You don't forget much do you? ;-)
ReplyDeleteCorina Marinescu ma com'è che mi mandi solo un bacio? 100 M me ne devi mandare! uno per ogni visualizzazione! Ha, ha, ha :) 🍰❤️👌💋😘
ReplyDeleteCorina Marinescu that's an achievement!
ReplyDeleteWow...
ReplyDeleteIf I were you, I would go to Disneyland.
ReplyDeleteFelipe Hernandez
ReplyDeleteI enjoy your art even if I don't tell you too often :)
Sam Collett like always you're mastering the words...:) Merci
ReplyDeleteDr. John Cassone
ReplyDeleteThanks, doc :)
Ciro Villa
ReplyDeleteI posted this from the phone and I forgot to restrict comments and shares...doesn't happen too often, also thanks for your physics posts...I am reading most of them :)
Darnell Hamilton sometimes I do...but all gets back to me eventually :P
ReplyDeleteVincenzo Sicari
ReplyDeleteVince...Vince you gave me a headache earlier...un bacio is quite enough :P
Piero Filippin danke ;)
ReplyDeleteG. Thomas Edwards
ReplyDeleteI'll settle with one of your poems...I'm too old for Disneyland :)
Oh whatever... lol
ReplyDeleteA Tapestry of Pumpkin Pie and Time
Fifth Dimension harmonies,
dawning at the age of Aquarius
softly loft through open window
of her home and so appear
weathered, white lace curtains
keeping time
against the swung out, open wooden windows
whose untold layers of fading pastel paint
curl like opening petals
toward the beating sun.
On bent knee,
on torn denim, bib overalls
her fingernails yearn
to be filled
with rich alizarin soil
packed tightly between the keratin and the flesh.
The warming sun heats
loosely tilled, lying loam
and fills her lungs with memories
of empty places not visited in many, many years.
A seed,
a single seed
she holds at finger’s tip, and ponders
life not yet fulfilled.
Her's to squander
or compel
to bring forth its future
from the depth
composted past,
nurturing nutrients with but one last gasp.
Tenderly she presses deep,
latent life
waiting for a turn.
She stops to pause and then she wipes
a single drop,
pleasant perspiration
capillarilly attracted from her brow
a neatly tied and folded paisley crown
holding back
the golden waves of gray
Rising slowly she brushes off,
and grabs the water can
tilting it toward the ground
where fervently the earth will see
strobbing, high speed
time lapse motion
_sweet cream icing flowing down
in the sky diamonds_
fall gravity bound
toward eager, earthen imbibitions.
A smile graces
wisdom’s face
“A job well done”
she applauds herself.
A rare Blue Lakota
will in the Fall
make many pies
grazed upon
by visiting and feasting
grand children’s eyes.
Retreating,
back inside her sanctuary
a single earth tone tapestry
hugs the shadowed wall
above the seldom played piano, whose
candles sit, long since last they were lit,
trapping layers of living dust
chronologically like rings of trees
telling tales of magic dragons,
festivals and artist’s gatherings.
Helplessly,
she is drawn toward
her solemn cenotaph,
a collection of a fading past
visited less and less each day that pass.
She, wearing Mona Lisa’s smile
picks up the wooden frame,
the photo of a man slain far away,
pondering knowledge carnally;
sweet succulent secrecy.
Abandoning reflection…
pictures now pulling vinyl analog
carefully from the artist’s cardboard sleeve,
and giggles to herself,
“it’s now just plastic, a digital CD.”
Something more upbeat
something for the day’s travail;
Riders on the Storm
combines so very well,
with pungent burning sandalwood.
Warm water flows
over gently wresting hands
kaleidoscoping rainbow spheres
of soy oil and lye.
patchouli and lavender
purchased just the day before
in the natural foods section
of the local super store,
and liberates from flesh, the toil of her day
washing just a bit of lonely soul away.
In a flash, an epiphany
she sheds, if only for a moment,
deeply confidential deposits
layered upon her life,
aggravations born these many years
now pearlized memories.
No longer will she conjure up
phantoms from the past,
rather she will revel
in the magic of her days… until her very last
G. Thomas Edwards
G. Thomas Edwards
ReplyDeleteMultumesc frumos ;)
Corina Marinescu
ReplyDeleteYou are most welcome.
If not Disneyland then how about a day at the Smithsonian Natural History Museum?
Corina Marinescu Are you running this year?
ReplyDeleteG. Thomas Edwards I think she may prefer the 'Museum of Death' in LA (there may be more morbid-museums too)
ReplyDeleteThough I think I may check out the Smithsonian myself when I'm there
ReplyDeleteSam Collett
ReplyDeletespeaking of do you know if Body World the display of actual humans is anywhere in the states?
Sam Collett I was there for 10 days and it was not near enough time... hell I could have spend the entire 10 days in the national air and space museum... let alone Natural History, and the Holocaust museum and on and on and on...
ReplyDeleteNo human displays in the places I went in San Francisco, just a few skulls of our ancestors and a few others (including a sperm whale) in the museum in Golden Gate Park. The Exploratorium in San Francisco is great too, especially for kids with the hand-on exhibits
ReplyDeleteGood job! Make a billion! 😜
ReplyDeletePretty impressive!
ReplyDeleteYou have moods??? :-) hugs!
ReplyDeleteSort of like the singularity to infinity curve. Lolz
ReplyDeleteHaha! Fantastic! Totally worth a Mojito reward!
ReplyDeleteCongratulations! I'm constantly amazed by the quantity and quality of your posts. Keep up the good work!
ReplyDeleteSo am I (amazed) - and thanks for your moods too, they are fun to attend to:)
ReplyDelete