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Apr 20

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“The only people who ever get anyplace interesting are the people who get lost.” — Henry David Thoreau (via emotional-algebra)

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Nice new mulch in park today, although at some point they may need to install new benches on top of the old ones.

Edit: On the other hand, there may something sinister about these bark chips. 

Just after a five-year old boy excitedly ran to his mom to show off the squirrel tail he found, a tiny little girl was running around with a “real dead frog” she’d found, impaled on a stick. "I’m gonna smell it!" she announced. I laughed. And now she wants to show it to me and won’t go away.

Nice new mulch in park today, although at some point they may need to install new benches on top of the old ones.

Edit: On the other hand, there may something sinister about these bark chips.

Just after a five-year old boy excitedly ran to his mom to show off the squirrel tail he found, a tiny little girl was running around with a “real dead frog” she’d found, impaled on a stick.

"I’m gonna smell it!" she announced. I laughed. And now she wants to show it to me and won’t go away.

For years there was a festival in our neighborhood park called the 420Fest.

It was named for Sweetwater 420 beer, which in turn was named for Earth Day. Two days of great music, beer, food and fun. We would take the kids. Last year we had George Clinton and Cee-Lo on stage together, so when I say “great music” I’m not making that up.

The 420 marijuana reference is recent, and so in the past couple years a lot of attendees seemed to think it was a pot festival. It also outgrew our little park, and this year it will be held somewhere else.

So now on 4/20, we actually have the Atlanta Pot Festival. I thought it would be annoying, but there’s not many people around, and it took until about 2:30 for most of the tents to even get set up. No one seemed exactly motivated for some reason. 

The food trucks wasted no time and there’s a smoker up the hill that smells great. And the kids’ playground is wide open.

But so far the music is horrific.

For years there was a festival in our neighborhood park called the 420Fest.

It was named for Sweetwater 420 beer, which in turn was named for Earth Day. Two days of great music, beer, food and fun. We would take the kids. Last year we had George Clinton and Cee-Lo on stage together, so when I say “great music” I’m not making that up.

The 420 marijuana reference is recent, and so in the past couple years a lot of attendees seemed to think it was a pot festival. It also outgrew our little park, and this year it will be held somewhere else.

So now on 4/20, we actually have the Atlanta Pot Festival. I thought it would be annoying, but there’s not many people around, and it took until about 2:30 for most of the tents to even get set up. No one seemed exactly motivated for some reason.

The food trucks wasted no time and there’s a smoker up the hill that smells great. And the kids’ playground is wide open.

But so far the music is horrific.

Apr 18

(Source: modrules, via recursivefaceplant)

My brother killed himself
on the twenty-eighth Thursday of last year
and I missed four days of work
and my mom wanted to know ‘Why’.
My brother
he was always a fan of beauty
but what he did
was not beautiful at all.

And last week I got the news
that one of my good friends from high school
had overdosed
(again)
except this time
she’d gone too far
and now she was gone.
And I had a hard time falling asleep at night
and her mother
hugged me tight
and thanked me for coming to the service
but I did not
want to be there at all.
This is not
beautiful.

The girl down the street
would’ve turned 21 last year
and I can scarcely imagine
the wild times she would’ve
(should’ve)
had.
But she is buried six feet deep
after falling nearly 300
and she did not leave a note.
This is not
beautiful.

My freshman year of college
and my roommate was beautiful
and how I wanted to be just like her.
But she wore herself down
till she was
almost invisible
and if you blinked
you had to go and find her all over again.
So now her parents are no longer supporting her college tuition
but are paying her hospital bills
watching their daughter crumble.
This is not
beautiful.

So y’all can take your narcissistic
romanticizing
and glamorizing
of self harm and eating disorders and committing suicide
and shove them as far up your ass
as you possibly can.
Starvation is not beautiful.
Killing yourself is not beautiful.
Sadness
is not beautiful.
This note I am writing
is not beautiful.

But you
you are beautiful
and it’s about damn time you start believing it.

” — (via runiqu)

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Apr 17

[video]

jtotheizzoe:

explore-blog:

Rachel Sussman’s photographs of the oldest living things in the world – a masterpiece at the intersection of art, science, and philosophy.

With an artist’s gift for “aesthetic force” and a scientist’s rigorous respect for truth, Sussman straddles a multitude of worlds as she travels across space and time to unearth Earth’s greatest stories of resilience, stories of tragedy and triumph, past and future, but above all stories that humble our human lives, which seem like the blink of a cosmic eye against the timescales of these ancient organisms — organisms that have unflinchingly witnessed all of our own tragedies and triumphs, our wars and our revolutions, our holocausts and our renaissances, and have remained anchored to existence more firmly than we can ever hope to be.
Above all, however, the project raises questions that aren’t so much scientific or artistic as profoundly human: What is the meaning of human life if it comes and goes before a patch of moss has reached the end of infancy? How do our petty daily stresses measure up against a struggle for survival stretching back millennia? Who would we be if we relinquished our arrogant conviction that we are Earth’s biological crown jewel?

See more here.

I guarantee you that Rachel Sussman’s ten-year quest to chronicle the oldest living things on Earth will be the best thing you read about today. It will change the way you look at your life, and the life around you. It will change your perspective regarding your time on Earth, that everything, from fleeting mayflies to ancient mosses struggles for existence daily, and no matter how many sunrises we see, we should relish in each of them for their impermanence.
(Emphasis mine. Seriously… go to Brain Pickings and check out the rest. You can buy Sussman’s book here.)

jtotheizzoe:

explore-blog:

Rachel Sussman’s photographs of the oldest living things in the world – a masterpiece at the intersection of art, science, and philosophy.

With an artist’s gift for “aesthetic force” and a scientist’s rigorous respect for truth, Sussman straddles a multitude of worlds as she travels across space and time to unearth Earth’s greatest stories of resilience, stories of tragedy and triumph, past and future, but above all stories that humble our human lives, which seem like the blink of a cosmic eye against the timescales of these ancient organisms — organisms that have unflinchingly witnessed all of our own tragedies and triumphs, our wars and our revolutions, our holocausts and our renaissances, and have remained anchored to existence more firmly than we can ever hope to be.

Above all, however, the project raises questions that aren’t so much scientific or artistic as profoundly human: What is the meaning of human life if it comes and goes before a patch of moss has reached the end of infancy? How do our petty daily stresses measure up against a struggle for survival stretching back millennia? Who would we be if we relinquished our arrogant conviction that we are Earth’s biological crown jewel?

See more here.

I guarantee you that Rachel Sussman’s ten-year quest to chronicle the oldest living things on Earth will be the best thing you read about today. It will change the way you look at your life, and the life around you. It will change your perspective regarding your time on Earth, that everything, from fleeting mayflies to ancient mosses struggles for existence daily, and no matter how many sunrises we see, we should relish in each of them for their impermanence.

(Emphasis mine. Seriously… go to Brain Pickings and check out the rest. You can buy Sussman’s book here.)

Headline Hunger News Games

I have finally figured out the point of the Headline News Network. It hit me the other day in the lobby at work, where it aired in the background.

The channel has never made sense to me before now, except maybe as something to watch for under a minute in an elevator, and yet it has shows, hosts that talk and talk, recurring stories and themes, and in-depth discussion of a lot of stories that matter to just about no one.

Why? Why do they not just hit the important headlines in a continuous circle of brief updates, like its name suggests?

The answer, as is probably already evident to just about anyone else that has had the painful experience of sitting through a broadcast during their lunch break, is that HNN is extreme reality TV, the news as sport. While most televised media appears headed that way in their political coverage, they have gotten there first, and fully embraced it, by using human-interest stories.

Every day, the channel focuses intently on the trials of several carefully-chosen people. These people weren’t famous before their trials, the ruling will not impact your life, and the crimes—even the sensational ones—don’t have any bearing on anything you will ever do. They have a parade of reporters that invest a lot of time in discussing these people and their charges. They have Nancy Grace, who is dedicated to basically nothing else but these stories.

It’s like Survivor or the Biggest Loser, but without any investment in outcomes or safety, or any corporate concern for doing right by the participants. It is possibly the cheapest reality programming that can be produced.

Even better for building viewers, the consequences are often life and death, not just a new wardrobe or some cash prize that the network must provide. We’re talking long prison sentences (maybe even the death penalty if HNN is lucky) for the losers, public outrage and humiliation even for the winners, and notoriety for all involved.

Headline News is a low-budget Hunger Games, aired to amuse the safe and idle at the expense of the tragic. With the exception of some relatively bearable morning get-ready-for-work programming, the network subsists on drawn-out soap operas and all-out battles involving real people and private events, with consequences that may even result in death for the unwilling star.

That’s the network’s purpose, and it even explains the bizarre prime-time presence of Nancy Grace. While the network gives play-by-play announcing on the trials during the day, she builds the viewers’ emotional connection, and provides color commentary on the chosen courtroom sports almost every night.

Welcome to the dystopia.

“Is it political if I tell you that if we burn coal, you’re going to warm the atmosphere? Or is that a statement of fact that you’ve made political? It’s a scientific statement. The fact that there are elements of society that have made it political, that’s a whole other thing.” — Neil deGrasse Tyson (via socio-logic)

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Apr 15

process-vision:

1968 Citroen DS

process-vision:

1968 Citroen DS

Apr 13

bobbycaputo:

aatombomb:

hiddenlex:

It never actually occurred to me that Dr. Zizmor would age. 

I just saw this, and was horrified, then I had the same thought. I guess we all thought he could use his own services to make himself ageless?

The ol’ subway doctor.

bobbycaputo:

aatombomb:

hiddenlex:

It never actually occurred to me that Dr. Zizmor would age

I just saw this, and was horrified, then I had the same thought. I guess we all thought he could use his own services to make himself ageless?

The ol’ subway doctor.

Setting up a new network with some new equipment at home, and I think the most important step appears to be the first one:

1. Never use any software that comes with hardware accessories. Delete it immediately and/or never open the install disks.

My favorite thing about iOS7 is the subtle gray on gray of most of the share buttons. Keeps you from using your phone outdoors, which would be rude.

My favorite thing about iOS7 is the subtle gray on gray of most of the share buttons. Keeps you from using your phone outdoors, which would be rude.

Apr 12

Now, For Your Enjoyment, Tumblrs…COCA-COLA ADS!

radarman1946:

May the fleas of a thousand camel infest the pubic regions of whoever the marketing twit was who decided to turn the Tumblr dashboard into an advertising billboard which CANNOT BE TURNED OFF!

If we could block users, like you can on twitter, that would be great. Most ads I don’t mind, but can’t the “ignore” button do something useful?

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