TODAY IN HISTORY: On July 19, 1963, test pilot Joe Walker flew to outer space when his X-15 reached a record altitude of 106,010 meters (347,800 feet). Exceeding an altitude of 100 kilometers qualifies as a human spaceflight under international convention.
“We are introduced to STEVE ROGERS, the raggedy kid from Brooklyn: watch him flounder awkwardly through basic training, unprecedentedly transform into the world’s first superhero, balk at being turned into “a dancing monkey” for the War Department whose worth is measured in bond sales, rescue and then lose his closest friend and become the soldier that he was always meant to be.
By the time he plunges into the ocean in order to save New York from a runaway bomber that he can’t safely land, we know who Steve Rogers is: “not a perfect soldier, but a good man.” We understand the gravity of his sacrifice not as an abstract concept, but as a tangible tragedy at the cusp of victory… We understand that his revival isn’t the miraculous homecoming for an overseas veteran, but a fundamental loss of an entire lifetime.”
- Brian Hadsell for Unreality Magazine, Looking Back on Captain America: The First Avenger
10 YEARS of CAPTAIN AMERICA: THE FIRST AVENGER (premiered on July 19, 2011)
I can’t believe it cavitates so hard it ignites like that; does meat do that? Also check out the swirls that come off the rifling marks in the bullet.
That gel must rebound with a ton of pressure to ignite like that.
hehe…it farded
It’s an effect called “sonoluminescence”. It can occur when any bubble of gas collapses down to a very tiny volume in a very short period of time, and it was first observed during early sonar experiments. The sound waves were intense enough to cause tiny bubbles to emit light.
Interestingly, we don’t know what actually creates the light: suggestions include chemical ignition, bremsstrahlung radiation, nonclassical squeezed light, and even quantum tunneling.
“air bubbles explode into lightning sometimes and we don’t know why”
Kids today with all their new types of guys. In my day we had only one type. That guy. And you didn’t want to be him.
Or sometimes we would call him this guy. “Get a load of this guy,” we would say. But that was sarcasm. You didn’t really want anyone to get a load of the guy.
i’m sorry i’m doing this but not as sorry as i will be once i’ve finished. these are, according to facts and my opinion (same thing) the top five moments in PRIDE & PREJUDICE 2005 that aren’t the Hand Stretch, the Dawn Powerwalk For Love, The Wet Gazebo, the There’s No One Else In The Room And We’re Dancing or the He Knows She’s Very Fond of Walking scenes. in NO order because that would be insane:
1. lizzie bennett is apologising on that amazing terrace (is that what it is?) for accidentally witnessing mister darcy act like a human and joyfully hug his sister. matthew macfadyen’s DELIGHTFULLY painful expression of “i worship you privately and torturously please don’t apologise i love you” is for me the emotional equivalent of running your hands through a cat’s fur the wrong way. i know this scene is technically a part of the “i’m very fond of walking” “yes. yes i know” scene but it’s DIFFERENT.
2. mr darcy declares that an accomplished woman must -besides having a thorough knowledge of music, singing, drawing, dancing, and the modern languages wank WANK thank you caroline bingley- improve her mind by extensive reading while glancing COMPLETELY without surreptitiousness at the book lizzie is holding. ELIZABETH BENNETT promptly snaps the book shut and, without actually saying it, calls mr darcy a bit of a stupid dickhead. she may as well have hit him in the face with it. fantastic.
3. “mayihavethenextdance, miss elizabeth?”
“you may.”
THAT’S LOVE, BABEY.
4. “your unfortunate brother once had to put up with my playing for a whole evening.”
“but he says you play so well!”
and the subsequent look of complete and utter despair and frustration that mr darcy gives to his little sister. LOVE WASN’T INVENTED UNTIL 2005.
5. mr. darcy STRIDES into that little private room while lizzie’s trying to write a letter AND DOESN’T KNOW WHAT TO DO WITH HIS HANDS. stands there for APPROXIMATELY 25 years simmering in his own awkwardness and also his LOVE. i’ve never heard someone say “no, thank you” so softly or with so much genuinely excruciating feeling after being offered a cup of tea.
honourable mention to mrs. gardiner for saying “there’s something… pleasant about his mouth when he speaks” because she’s right. i’ve overwhelmed myself. i’m in bed but i feel like i have to lie down.
