Parents love to embarrass their kids. I’m not sure I was ever particularly embarrassed by my parents, though I worry I do embarrass them sometimes.
I saw these two photos on the NatGeo photo blog I follow. They were posted consecutively. The penguin one in particular is my favorite, and the lion one looks like the face of a frustrated parent with too many kids. Click to enbiggen!
#animaldiversity
Guys, I have a secret I need to share. It’s going to come as a shock, so please brace yourself.
I love art.
Ok, that’s not a secret. It’s not even surprising. Actually, I spent a full 10 minutes in front of a Buddha shrine at MIA completely awe struck. Part of it was raw beauty, and part of it was disbelief that a philosophy would want to get rid of desire. And for a philosophy like Buddhism, that’s sort of anti-desire, it’s ironic that it’s famous for having shrines. Just sayin’.
But really, one of my favorite types of art is photography. While with painting and drawing you get to create your reality, with photography you have to start from reality. You distort it, first and fundamentally by processing it through a lens and placing it on a film. Secondly by the hand of the photographer, who tweaks lighting, shutter speed, and aperture to distort reality just the way they want to.
Some of these are single photo postings, some of these come from galleries. Click through to see more awesomness! Please note that I think my formatting on WordPress isn’t super duper, so some of the photos may be cut out. -_-
Without further ado, a few of my favorite photos!
-This photo from Shake (it won’t let me embed!)
-People Taking Naps With Stuff
-Before and After Shots of Jogging
-from WSJ Into the Deep
-I included this one because Michelle Obama is gorgeous and that necklace is hawt. It’s even better because Barack is showing a little of his own personality, sniggering to himself about how lucky he is. From Mrs. O (not a blog I follow! Promise!)
The next few are all from the Boston Globe, because it means I don’t have to find the place I saw these images originally! Check out all 3 galleries. I’m actually completely serious.
In the Sound of Music, Julie Andrews sings:
When the dog bites
When the bee stings
When I’m feeling sad
I simply remember my favorite things
And then I don’t feel so bad
And in a time when all students are spending their time buried in books and toppled by final exams and projects, it’s good to take a break and remember some of our favorite things. I have exams mid-week and I’m thoroughly stressed by them. So- here are some of my favorite things!
(Note: This is quote a long post with a lot of media! I’ve put it all below the break!)
Someone special shared this photo with me
If you can’t read the text, just open it in a new tab and blow it up.
Adorable. I mean, not because I’m kind to him or anything. Or that he threatens to maim people for me. I’m sure I’d do the same for him.
But definitely and always he’ll be the best boyfriend in the world. You know, because we probably won’t ever get married. Also have to throw some props out to Marvel for including real and significant gay characters in their comics. The X-Men series has always stood as a serious metaphor for gay rights struggles, and this was including consciously in the movies (I mean, Bryan Singer directed them. REALLY).
Another friend I can’t link to posted this as well:
I’m glad the Marvel geeks get us. Because I get them. Identity is important, and it’s something comic geeks are probably ridiculously familiar with.
Being a geek is a way more important identity than being gay. #letsbereal
This photo, from the daily ngeo photo blog, got my attention particularly quickly.
Leave it to NatGeo! Taking the photo at dusk and with a slightly longer exposure time to blur the lines and blur reality.
ngphoto blog says:
Relying on a small number of food crops is risky, as Irish farmers discovered when the Lumper potato succumbed to blight, resulting in the great Irish potato famine that began in 1845 (memorialized in Dublin above).
A good lesson. The last thing I want is IRL Shadowlurkers around!
Enjoy.
-from TYWKIWDBI
Internal Exile by Richard Cecil
Although most people I know were condemned
years ago by Judge Necessity
to life in condos near a freeway exit
convenient to their twice-a-day commutes
through traffic jams to jobs that they dislike,
they didn’t bury their heads in their hands
and cry “Oh, no!” when sentence was pronounced:
Forty years accounting in Duluth!
or Tenure at Southwest Missouri State!
Instead, they mumbled, not bad. It could be worse,
when the bailiff, Fate, led them away
to Personnel to fill out payroll forms
and have their smiling ID photos snapped.
And that’s what they still mumble every morning
just before their snooze alarms go off
when Fluffy nuzzles them out of their dreams
of making out with movie stars on beaches.
They rise at five a.m. and feed their cats
and drive to work and work and drive back home
and feed their cats and eat and fall asleep
while watching Evening News’s fresh disasters—
blown-up bodies littering a desert
fought over for the last three thousand years,
and smashed-to-pieces million-dollar houses
built on islands swept by hurricanes.
It’s soothing to watch news about the places
where people literally will die to live
when you live someplace with no attractions—
mountains, coastline, history—like here,
where none aspire to live, though many do.
“A great place to work, with no distractions”
is how my interviewer first described it
nineteen years ago, when he hired me.
And, though he moved the day that he retired
to his dream house in the uplands with a vista,
he wasn’t lying—working’s better here
and easier than trying to have fun.
Is that the way it is where you’re stuck, too?
My (mis)adventures in cooking
Student, reader, amateur writer, aspiring publisher and editor, brand new New Yorker.
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Discourse for the Pathos and Logos. by Zach Flessert
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Discourse for the Pathos and Logos. by Zach Flessert
