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"You sit in the back of the class because you’re ashamed of your hand-me-downs. You can’t afford..."

Thu, 09 May 2013 19:51:03 -0400

“You sit in the back of the class because you’re ashamed of your hand-me-downs. You can’t afford glasses so you can’t see the board. You don’t have enough money for your own art supplies, and your school doesn’t supply them because all that money goes to the jocks, so you guiltily shoplift them. The entire machine you’re being pushed through is engineered to ignore you in favor of the elites. The athletes. The rich kids.
If you choose, right now will be your lowest ebb. And right now will be the highest pinnacle of the elites.
If you nurture it, if you are tender with yourself, your suffering now makes you strong in the future. It lights a fire in your heart. This fire fuels you. As the elites lazily drift from one free opportunity to the next, you’re being given the gift of hardship. You’ll have to be harder than them. You’ll have to be smarter than them. You’ll have to be faster than them. Make yourself be these things. Use the gift of the shadow you’ve been placed in to forge new and striking ways of thinking, doing, and being.
The elites will become cogs in the machine. You will become a bright, silver, indestructible wrench that breaks it. You will become the creator of your own machine, and they will envy you your purity.
And the money they inherited, they will give to you. And unlike them, you will have earned it.
They will buy your art. They will pay you for your ideas. They will line up outside your club, behind the velvet rope you have a former athlete guarding. They will beg for backstage passes to your show. They will pay you for VIP access to your company. They will always ask themselves, “Why didn’t I think of that?” And you’ll know, “Because you didn’t have to.”
Hang in there. It will happen. The present belongs to them. The future belongs to you.
Love,
Clayton”

- Clayton Cubitt (via mollycrabapple)

"Feminine faces, as well as bodies, are trained to the expression of deference. Under male scrutiny,..."

Tue, 16 Apr 2013 15:32:34 -0400

“Feminine faces, as well as bodies, are trained to the expression of deference. Under male scrutiny, women will avert their eyes or cast them downward; the female gaze is trained to abandon its claim to the sovereign status of seer. The “nice” girl learns to avoid the bold and unfettered staring of the “loose” woman, who looks at whatever and whomever she pleases. Women are trained to smile more than men, too. In the economy of smiles, as elsewhere, there is evidence that women are exploited, for they give more than they receive in return; in a smile-elicitation study, one researcher found that the rate of smile return by women was 93 percent, by men only 67 percent. In many typical women’s jobs, graciousness, deference, and the readiness to serve are part of the work; this requires the worker to fix a smile on her face for a good part of the working day, whatever her inner state. The economy of touching is out of balance, too: men touch women more often and on more parts of the body than women touch men: female secretaries, factory workers, and waitresses report that such liberties are taken routinely with their bodies.”

- Sandra Lee Bartky, Foucault, Femininity and the Modernization of Patriarchal Power (via spittingonhegel)

The girl of five does not make any use of lateral space. She does not stretch her arm sideward; she does not twist her trunk; she does not move her legs, which remain side by side. All she does in preparation for throwing is to lift her right arm forward to the horizontal and to bend the forearm backward in a pronate position … The ball is released without force, speed, or accurate aim.

—Erwin Strauss

Not only is there a typical style of throwing like a girl, but there is a more or less typical style of running like a girl, climbing like a girl, swinging like a girl, hitting like a girl. They have in common first that the whole body is not put into fluid and directed motion, but rather, in swinging and hitting, for example, the motion is concentrated in one body part; and second that the woman’s motion tends not to reach, extend, lean, stretch, and follow through in the direction of her intention.

—Iris Marion Young

“Girls traditionally were not supposed to take up space, nor were they supposed to inject their entire bodily presence into a situation. That was considered unladylike.”

(via transitive-verb)

Going to keep this in mind as I go to tap class tonight. Gonna try to put all of my body and energy into it! Use all the space around me. Dance.

Photo

Thu, 11 Apr 2013 20:47:58 -0400

photojojo: These are so good! An anonymous photographer avoids...

Thu, 11 Apr 2013 20:45:21 -0400

photojojo:

These are so good!

An anonymous photographer avoids boredom on his morning commute by holding newspaper photos up to other passengers’ bodies.

Creativity = the best solution for boredom.

How to Avoid Boredom on Your Commute

via Laughing Squid; Daily Mail

Okay, that was impressive. Like, seriously. stephendiaz: OKAY...

Tue, 02 Apr 2013 12:21:21 -0400

Okay, that was impressive. Like, seriously.

stephendiaz:

OKAY WOW

laughingsquid:

Jumpy the ‘Badass’ Dog Flips, Jumps, and Skateboards

Photo

Mon, 01 Apr 2013 13:35:50 -0400

photojojo: Latest Japanese school girl photo craze! Faux Dragon...

Fri, 29 Mar 2013 08:56:25 -0400

photojojo:

Latest Japanese school girl photo craze! Faux Dragon Ball attacks!

We’re totes gonna try this one. You just need a little timing and knee-highs.

Japanese School Girls Dragon Ball Re-Enactments

(Thanks, Selina!)

Instant reblog!

ICELAND’S ELECTRICITY CARRIED BY ‘THE LAND OF GIANTS’

Thu, 21 Mar 2013 08:32:06 -0400

ICELAND’S ELECTRICITY CARRIED BY ‘THE LAND OF GIANTS’

burekevan: Dr. Neil deGrasse Tyson on the defunding of NASA.

Fri, 15 Mar 2013 08:27:11 -0400

burekevan:

Dr. Neil deGrasse Tyson on the defunding of NASA.

photojojo: Photographers and videographers will appreciate this...

Mon, 11 Mar 2013 19:46:21 -0400

photojojo:

Photographers and videographers will appreciate this one.

A piece of gaffer’s tape can be a lifesaver for rigging something up, whether it be a quickie backdrop or taping up a light leak.

So, the Strobist (with an adapted idea from The Art of Manliness) put together this how-to on making a small roll you can always keep on your keychain!

Always Have Gaffer’s Tape on Hand with This DIY Keychain

OH, I’m doing this!!!

cardboardlife: More of these comics here. Yep! My hubby and I...

Tue, 29 Jan 2013 19:08:02 -0500

cardboardlife:

More of these comics here.

Yep! My hubby and I do this all the time!

"Forget your personal tragedy. We are all bitched from the start and you especially have to hurt like..."

Sun, 20 Jan 2013 14:19:29 -0500

“Forget your personal tragedy. We are all bitched from the start and you especially have to hurt like hell before you can write seriously. But when you get the damned hurt use it—don’t cheat with it.”

- Ernest Hemingway, letter to F. Scott Fitzgerald (via cricketmenace)

rubyetc: motherflippin moodswings. OMG, this is awesome!

Sat, 19 Jan 2013 14:40:27 -0500

rubyetc:

motherflippin moodswings.

OMG, this is awesome!

"Creativity is the greatest rebellion in existence."

Wed, 16 Jan 2013 22:25:58 -0500

““Creativity is the greatest rebellion in existence.””

- Osho (via alkistisz93)

wenbysocki: via: nprmusic via: subpoprecords

Wed, 16 Jan 2013 22:07:46 -0500

wenbysocki:

via: nprmusic via: subpoprecords

Oh gosh! This is beautiful! And it’s...

Thu, 01 Nov 2012 22:04:00 -0400

Oh gosh! This is beautiful! And it’s me…

antho-logy:

korraful:

Date a girl who writes.

Date a girl who may never wear completely clean clothes, because of coffee stains and ink spills. She’ll have many problems with her closet space, and her laptop is never boring because there are so many words, so many worlds that she’s cluttered amidst the space. Tabs open filled with obscure and popular music. Interesting factoids about Catherine the Great, and the immortality of jellyfish. Laugh it off when she tells you that she forgot to clean her room, that her clothes are lost among the binders so it’ll take her longer to get ready, that her shoes hidden under the mountain of broken Bic pens and the refurbished laptop that she’s saved for ever since she was twelve.

Kiss her under the lamppost, when it’s raining. Tell her your definition of love.

Find a girl who writes. You’ll know that she has a sense of humor, a sense of empathy and kindness, and that she will dream up worlds, universes for you. She’s the one with the faintest of shadows underneath her eyelids, the one who smells of coffee and Coca-cola and jasmine green tea. You see that girl hunched over a notebook. That’s the writer. With her fingers occasionally smudged with charcoal, with ink that will travel onto your hands when you interlock your fingers with her’s. She will never stop, churning out adventures, of traitors and heroes. Darkness and light. Fear and love. That’s the writer. She can never resist filling a blank page with words, whatever the color of the page is.

She’s the girl reading while waiting for her coffee and tea. She’s the quiet girl with her music turned up loud (or impossibly quiet), separating the two of you by an ocean of crescendos and decrescendos as she’s thinking of the perfect words. If you take a peek at her cup, the tea or coffee’s already cold. She’s already forgotten it.

Use a pick-up line with her if she doesn’t look to busy.

If she raises her head, offer to buy her another cup of coffee. Or of tea. She’ll repay you with stories. If she closes her laptop, give her your critique of Tolstoy, and your best theories of Hannibal and the Crossing. Tell her your characters, your dreams, and ask if she gotten through her first novel.

It is hard to date a girl who writes. But be patient with her. Give her books for her birthday, pretty notebooks for Christmas and for anniversaries, moleskins and bookmarks and many, many books. Give her the gift of words, for writers are talkative people, and they are verbose in their thanks. Let her know that you’re behind her every step of the way, for the lines between fiction and reality are fluid.

She’ll give you a chance.

Don’t lie to her. She’ll understand the syntax behind your words. She’ll be disappointed by your lies, but a girl who writes will understand. She’ll understand that sometimes even the greatest heroes fail, and that happy endings take time, both in fiction and reality. She’s realistic. A girl who writes isn’t impatient; she will understand your flaws. She will cherish them, because a girl who writes will understand plot. She’ll understand that endings happen for better or for worst.

A girl who writes will not expect perfection from you. Her narratives are rich, her characters are multifaceted because of interesting flaws. She’ll understand that a good book does not have perfect characters; villains and tragic flaws are the salt of books. She’ll understand trouble, because it spices up her story. No author wants an invincible hero; the girl who writes will understand that you are only human.

Be her compatriot, be her darling, her love, her dream, her world.

If you find a girl who writes, keep her close. If you find her at two AM, typing furiously, the neon gaze of the light illuminating her furrowed forehead, place a blanket gently on her so that she does not catch a chill. Make her a pot of tea, and sit with her. You may lose her to her world for a few moments, but she will come back to you, brimming with treasure. You will believe in her every single time, the two of you illuminated only by the computer screen, but invincible in the darkness.

She is your Shahrazad. When you are afraid of the dark, she will guide you, her words turning into lanterns, turning into lights and stars and candles that will guide you through your darkest times. She’ll be the one to save you.

She’ll whisk you away on a hot air balloon, and you will be smitten with her. She’s mischievous, frisky, yet she’s quiet and when she has to kill off a lovely character, when she cries, hold her and tell her that it will be alright.

You will propose to her. Maybe on a boat in the ocean, maybe in a little cottage in the Appalachian Mountains. Maybe in New York City. Maybe Chicago. Baltimore. Maybe outside her publisher’s office. Because she’s radiant, wherever she goes. Maybe even outside of a cinema where the two of you kiss in the rain. She’ll say that it is overused and clichéd, but the glint in her eyes will tell you that she appreciates it all the same.

You will smile hard as she talks a mile a second, and your heart will skip a beat when she holds your hand and she will write stories of your lives together. She’ll hold you close and whisper secrets into your ears. She’s lovely, remember that. She’s self made and she’s brilliant. Her names for the children might be terrible, but you’ll be okay with that. A girl who writes will tell your children fantastical stories.

Because that is the best part about a girl who writes. She has imagination and she has courage, and it will be enough. She’ll save you in the oceans of her dreams, and she’ll be your catharsis and your 11:11. She’ll be your firebird and she’ll be your knight, and she’ll become your world, in the curve of her smile, in the hazel of her eye the half-dimple on her face, the words that are pouring out of her, a torrent, a wave, a crescendo - so many sensations that you will be left breathless by a girl who writes.

Date a girl who writes because you deserve it. She’s witty, she’s empathetic, enigmatic at times and she’s lovely. She’s got the most colorful life. She may be living in NYC or she may be living in a small cottage. Date a girl who writes because a girl who writes reads.

A girl who writes will understand reality. She’ll be infuriating at times, and maybe sometimes you will hate her. Sometimes she will hate you too. But a girl who writes understands human nature, and she will understand that you are weak. She will not leave on the Midnight Train the first moment that things go sour. She will understand that real life isn’t like a story, because while she works in stories, she lives in reality.

Date a girl who writes.

Because there is nothing better then a girl who writes.

thekidshouldseethis: Four skydivers do a choreographed dance...

Wed, 11 Jul 2012 11:23:51 -0400

thekidshouldseethis:

Four skydivers do a choreographed dance in the Skydive Arena wind tunnel in Prague, Czech Republic.

The kid keeps asking to watch this classic viral video. I’ve explained about how the wind tunnel allows them to “fly” but i’m not sure it’s all so clear. And frankly, I don’t completely understand how they do it either. But I know we’d both love to try. Here’s another video with a lesson in action!

Okay, now this is AWESOMENESS!

wilwheaton: From r/StarTrek HAHAHAHAHA!!!

Tue, 03 Jul 2012 09:38:41 -0400

wilwheaton:

From r/StarTrek

HAHAHAHAHA!!!

staceythinx: Elegant ideas for an elegant home. These vinyl...

Thu, 28 Jun 2012 10:03:29 -0400

staceythinx:

Elegant ideas for an elegant home. These vinyl wall decals are available from the Cut N Paste Etsy shop.

vimeo: “A History of the Title Sequence” by Jurjen Versteeg:...

Tue, 26 Jun 2012 09:12:24 -0400

vimeo:

“A History of the Title Sequence” by Jurjen Versteeg: Winner of the Motion Graphics category at the 2012 Vimeo Awards!

It’s a title sequence about title sequences — a meta homage to the designers who made an impact on this underappreciated art form.