A Comma Splice Walks Into A Bar, It Has A Drink And Then Leaves.

A comma splice walks into a bar, it has a drink and then leaves.

A question mark walks into a bar?

Two quotation marks “Walk into” a bar.

A participle and an infinitive walk into a bar, drinking to drink.

The bar was walked into by a passive voice.

Three intransitive verbs walk into a bar. They sit. They drink. They leave.

Cephalopedia. 

This, though. 

When Carl tells me it’s Rayleigh scattering that makes blue light, canting off molecular grit, go slowgait through the airy jell, subdued, and outlying mountains look swarthy, or wheat blaze tawny-rose in the 8:00 sun, how I envy his light touch on Earth’s magnetic bridle. Knee-deep in the cosmic overwhelm, I’m stricken by the ricochet wonder of it all: the plain everythingness of everything, in cahoots with the everythingness of everything else.

Diane Ackerman’s poem “Diffraction (for Carl Sagan)”

Part of her homage to the planets and science, in verse. Ah, how I am fascinated with the everythingness of everything :)

(via Brain Pickings)

how am i supposed to concentrate in science when whENEVER I LOOK TO THE LEFT I SEE THIS 

A tree’s root system merges with a brick walkway