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If someone offers you an opportunity to get closer to your enemy, you always take it.
Allegiant by Veronica Roth (via quotemybooks)
The type of music that doesn't need "it's the best, it's my favortie," and any such nonesense. It's just good.
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Cats are the darlings of the internet, but a new exhibition coming to Manhattan’s Japan Society this spring brings a different perspective to bear on our feline friends: Life of Cats: Selections from the Hiraki Ukiyo-E Collection will showcase woodblock prints of cats from the Edo Period (1615–1867).
I LOVE IT ALL
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Because this is what happens when you try to run from the past. It just doesn’t catch up, it overtakes … blotting out the future.
Just Listen by Sarah Dessen (via quotemybooks)
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A series of ten billboards erected along Interstate 10 in southern New Mexico by the art organization Los Angeles Nomadic Division (LAND) has provoked suspicion, anxiety, and even outright antagonism. The billboards are part of “The Manifest Destiny Billboard Project,” a series of artist-produced billboards that are unfolding across the United States through Spring 2015 and tracing the history of America’s territorial expansion from east to west. The project, curated by artist Zoe Crosher and LAND’s Director Shamim M. Momin, includes 10 artists — among them John Baldessari and Shana Lutker — who each have or will create a “chapter” of billboards along the route west.
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TIZIANO Vecellio Tityus 1548-49 Oil on canvas, 253 x 217 cm Museo del Prado, Madrid
Yeah, a sound proof studio is going to be a must. Or in the middle of nowhere. Either fucking way.
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PIOLA, Domenico Immaculate Conception 1683 Oil on canvas, 345 x 221 cm Church of Santissima Annunziata del Vastato, Genoa
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I know girls who spill I’m sorry’s from their mouths like they pump blood to their veins. Sometimes, I am one. I know girls who apologize for asking to go to the bathroom in class, who apologize for everything because they feel like they are taking up more than their fair share of space on this planet. Everything starts with an I’m sorry and ends with one too, constant bookends that we don’t even notice anymore. We delete her apology the way we delete likes and ums from speech. I know girls with ten times more apologies than misdemeanours and I wonder how often they hear It’s okay. You’re more than okay.
"I’m Sorry" by Claire Luisa (via lindsaylately)
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Walter Liedtke, a curator of European paintings at the Metropolitan Museum of Art, was one of six people killed in the Metro-North train crash last night in Valhalla, New York. He was 69.
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Consider a birdcage. If you look very closely at just one wire in the cage, you cannot see the other wires. If your conception of what is before you is determined by this myopic focus, you could look at that one wire, up and down the length of it, and be unable to see why a bird would not just fly around the wire any time it wanted to go somewhere. Furthermore, even if, one day at a time, you myopically inspected each wire, you still could not see why a bird would gave trouble going past the wires to get anywhere. There is no physical property of any one wire, nothing that the closest scrutiny could discover, that will reveal how a bird could be inhibited or harmed by it except in the most accidental way. It is only when you step back, stop looking at the wires one by one, microscopically, and take a macroscopic view of the whole cage, that you can see why the bird does not go anywhere; and then you will see it in a moment. It will require no great subtlety of mental powers. It is perfectly obvious that the bird is surrounded by a network of systematically related barriers, no one of which would be the least hindrance to its flight, but which, by their relations to each other, are as confining as the solid walls of a dungeon.
It is now possible to grasp one of the reasons why oppression can be hard to see and recognize: one can study the elements of an oppressive structure with great care and some good will without seeing the structure as a whole, and hence without seeing or being able to understand that one is looking at a cage and that there are people there who are caged, whose motion and mobility are restricted, whose lives are shaped and reduced.
Marilyn Frye, “Oppression”
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Have you ever had a supernatural experience, a moment unexplained by reason or logic that left you feeling as if a mysterious force was present? The Japanese label that force yōkai, a group of spirits or shape-shifting creatures associated with Japanese folklore that are the subject of a new book by Michael Dylan Foster, published this month by the University of California Press. The Book of Yokai: Mysterious Creatures of Japanese Folklore is an in-depth guide to these fantastical monsters and their cultural influence — from their origins in early Japanese texts and illustrations to their current appearances in anime, manga, films, and games. Accompanying the history of yōkai folklore and discussions of how humans interact with yōkai is a bestiary of over 50 types of yōkai, all illustrated with original drawings by Shinonome Kijin, a yōkai aficionado who sells his works at manga- or yōkai-related events.
in the making !
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BROD’S 613 SADNESSES
The following encyclopedia of sadness was found on the body of Brod D. The original 613 sadnesses, written in her diary, corresponded to the 613 commandments of our (not their) Torah. Shown below is what was salvageable after Brod was recovered. (Her diary’s wet pages printed the sadnesses onto her body. Only a small fraction [55] were legible. The other 558 sadnesses are lost forever, and it is hoped that, without knowing what they are, no one will ever have to experience them.) The diary from which they came was never found.
SADNESSES OF THE BODY: Mirror sadness; Sadness of [looking] like or unlike one’s parent; Sadness of not knowing if your body is normal; Sadness of knowing your [body is] not normal; Sadness of knowing your body is normal; Beauty sadness; Sadness of m[ak]eup; Sadness of physical pain; Pins-and-[needles sadness]; Sadness of clothes [sic]; Sadness of the quavering eyelid; Sadness of a missing rib; Noticeable sad[ness]; Sadness of going unnoticed; The sadness of having genitals that are not like those of your lover; The sadness of having genitals that are like those of your lover; Sadness of hands…
SADNESSES OF THE COVENANT: Sadness of God’s love; Sadness of God’s back [sic]; Favorite-child sadness; Sadness of b[ein]g sad in front of one’s God; Sadness of the opposite of belief [sic]; What if? sadness; Sadness of God alone in heaven; Sadness of a God who would need people to pray to Him…
SADNESSES OF THE INTELLECT: Sadness of being misunderstood [sic]; Humor sadness; Sadness of love wit[hou]t release; Sadne[ss of be]ing smart; Sadness of not knowing enough words to [express what you mean]; Sadness of having options; Sadness of wanting sadness; Sadness of confusion; Sadness of domes[tic]ated birds; Sadness of fini[shi]ng a book; Sadness of remembering; Sadness of forgetting; Anxiety sadness…
INTERPERSONAL SADNESSES: Sadness of being sad in front of one’s parent; Sa[dn]ess of false love; Sadness of love [sic]; Friendship sadness; Sadness of a bad convers[at]ion; Sadness of the could-have-been; Secret sadness…
SADNESSES OF SEX AND ART: Sadness of arousal being an unordinary physical state; Sadness of feeling the need to create beautiful things; Sadness of the anus; Sadness of eye contact during fellation and cunnilingus; Kissing sadness; Sadness of moving too quickly; Sadness of not mo[vi]ng; Nude model sadness; Sadness of portraiture; Sadness of Pinchas T’s only notable paper, “To the Dust: From Man You Came and to Man You Shall Return”, in which he argued it would be possible, in theory, for life and art to be reversed…’
Everything is Illuminated, Jonathan Safran Foer (via rakshumi)