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taking out my anger on the people who fuck up my day at work by scribbling scary and inhuman architecture on a piece of paper. once i get good enough at it they will go there in their dreams
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I'm a cow milk fan but this ad is baffling. "Don't drink oat milk it's made of oats!!!" We know that's why it's called oat milk. Are they against porridge too.
I know the whole "processed foods are evil somehow" thing is getting out of hand but this is a level I haven't seen before.
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Gordon Matta-Clark
Splitting
1974
GMC is an absolutely interesting figure, I studied him in architecture school and really Did Not Get It
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This is what the future was supposed to look like.
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Anonymous asked:
...what is the "sex is just rock climbing" category
It was kind of a joke between me and a friend ("you wouldn't judge someone for having gone rock climbing with a bunch of different people") but honestly the more I thought about it the more I bought into it unironically because:
- It is a physical activity done with one or more partners
- You should only go rock climbing with people you trust to not let you fall
- You should not go rock climbing with someone who is drunk or currently incapable of rational decision-making
- Some people get super super super into rock climbing and do not shut up about all the places they have climbed and how many are left on their bucket list
and these people are usually men between the ages of 20 and 35and like it's fine dude I'm glad you're happy but I don't know what most of those mountains even are - While many consider it a fun activity, pressuring someone into climbing when they don't want to (or ignoring their feelings and just dangling them off a cliff,) could cause both psychological and physical trauma
- There is no moral value to it whatsoever. Who you have gone rock climbing with (or whether you have rock climbed at all) has no bearing on who you are as a person. Imagine telling someone "it's not that heights make you nauseous, it's just that you haven't found the right person to belay you!" or "you need to save your first time rock climbing for someone special." That would be absurd.
- For some people it is a deep and moving personal experience.
- historically I have not asked myself "will this aggravate my hip flexor injury" before participating when perhaps I should have 😔
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Which path should he choose?
The path of the warrior, the path of the scholar, or the path of the artist?
he should wander away and have a picnic while he thinks about what path to choose
Great idea! But where should he have the picnic?
Under the tree, or under the old fort?
By the sea, so he can enjoy the sound of the waves
A lovely choice!
Should he build a sandcastle to pass the time? Or perhaps go fishing?
Perhaps he could collect shells he finds interesting
Sounds fun!
Which shell should he pick up?
This one
That's not a shell, it's a tiny earpiece.
Should he listen to music? Or to the mysterious pre-recorded message?
He should give it back to the crab in the largest shell, they thought they had lost their wave-pod and are grateful he found it!
The crab wants to give a gift in return.
Should he accept the gift of power, or the gift of knowledge?
the gift of friendship :)
Friendship acquired!
Should they celebrate with pizza or ice cream?
The crab friend cannot eat either of those! Let's split a nice seaweed salad instead. :)
So many options!
Should they get tossed salad, wiggly salad, or spiky salad?
Seasar salad
Nothing beats getting it straight from the source
Should they use scissors or claws to cut the seaweed?
What about that sword in the first panel?
The circle is complete.
Through choices, friendship, and salad, he found his way to the path of the warrior. But he won't walk it alone.
Their path is just beginning, but this story is over.
Thank you to everyone who participated!
This is somehow both the epitome and antithesis of "yes, and" and it FASCINATES me
"No, and"
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“When I first heard it, from a dog trainer who knew her behavioral science, it was a stunning moment. I remember where I was standing, what block of Brooklyn’s streets. It was like holding a piece of polished obsidian in the hand, feeling its weight and irreducibility. And its fathomless blackness. Punishment is reinforcing to the punisher. Of course. It fit the science, and it also fit the hidden memories stored in a deeply buried, rusty lockbox inside me. The people who walked down the street arbitrarily compressing their dogs’ tracheas, to which the poor beasts could only submit in uncomprehending misery; the parents who slapped their crying toddlers for the crime of being tired or hungry: These were not aberrantly malevolent villains. They were not doing what they did because they thought it was right, or even because it worked very well. They were simply caught in the same feedback loop in which all behavior is made. Their spasms of delivering small torments relieved their frustration and gave the impression of momentum toward a solution. Most potently, it immediately stopped the behavior. No matter that the effect probably won’t last: the reinforcer—the silence or the cessation of the annoyance—was exquisitely timed. Now. Boy does that feel good.”
— Melissa Holbrook Pierson, The Secret History of Kindness (2015)
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Did you ever just feel so lucky for knowing someone you met online? Like.. I was one click away from not following you. I was one second away from never even knowing of your existence.I would never have been this happy!!!...
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Lesbians love trains, magnificent creatures of many wheels running on steel and electricity
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one thing me n my art loving gf would do is visit galleries and play a game called “root, loot or boot”
the gist is that you would look at a group of paintings in a room and decide which figure in the painting you’d root (fuck, in Australian slang), which painting you’d loot (steal and put on your wall at home) and which painting you’d boot (punt into the garbage because it’s shit and Not Art)
a couple of things about my experiences:
1. this game is a lot more fun if you’re attracted to women because there’s so many Hot Gals to choose from
2. if you are attracted to men, you will spend a lot of time going “well, looks like I’ll have to pick jesus again” as my bi gf did
3. it gets more complicated in modern art museums and you find yourself having saying, “I’d fuck the rhombus” “you CAN’T fuck the rhombus” “then I’ll fuck that blue squiggle thing. what’s it called?” “creeping existential dread in blue” “then does that mean I’m fucking the squiggle or am I getting fucked by the existential dread it represents?” “aren’t we all already getting fucked by existential dread?”
4. if you play this with an art history nerd, they may decide to kill you over one of your “boot” choices
5. you will get Disapproving Looks from other patrons who overhear your heated debates
6. it’s also the best fun you’ll ever have in an art gallery
“you CAN’T fuck the rhombus’ sounds like Quitter Talk to me.
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Tinker Bell - Concept Art by Bill Perkins
- ᴘʟᴇᴀsᴇ ᴅᴏɴ'ᴛ ʀᴇᴍᴏᴠᴇ ᴄʀᴇᴅɪᴛ -
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I am definitely human.
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I am definitely human.
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how does an ipod shuffle work i feel like youre fucking with me here
dlolmusic
using the earphone controls
how do you know what song’s going to pop up next though 🥴 is it ACTUALLY just all shuffled?
Yeah it was all shuffled. Screens were still expensive back then and this was apple’s solution: make something without a screen.
These things always reminded me of those creatures that have lived in dark caves for millennia and evolved away their eyes bc they have no use for them anymore
Wait wait wait I need to clarify. I feel like that creature (someone please tell me what that creature is?!) is the perfect metaphor, more than you think.
I didn't have one of these exactly, but I had an ipod shuffle circa 2013, the 4th generation. The one depicted was the 3rd generation, but I'm pretty sure it has similar features.
- It was operated by text-to-speech voiceover. A button would read out to you, if I remember correctly, the name of the song, artist and album.
- There were playlists! The v/o button would read to you the name of the playlist, and then you could use the forward/backward keys to choose the playlist you wanted to play.
- There was a shuffle mode and a non-shuffle mode. The non-shuffle mode would play the playlists in the order you arranged them in itunes and the shuffle would shuffle the songs in said playlist, same as any music player today. You could also do the same 'outside' any playlists, with all songs.
I'm guessing I had 8 playlists on there and maybe ~16 songs each, (8*16 = 128) and I'd chosen each song in each playlist myself on itunes. Because of this, pretty quickly I could find any song I wanted in less than 10 seconds, usually more like 5.
I brought it with me everywhere, clipped to my pocket on trains and buses, and operate it without looking. Navigation by touch, by sound. It was like a secret no one else knew about.
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Writing a poem is not so very different from digging a hole. It is work. You try to learn what you can from other holes and the people who dug before you. The difficulty comes from people who do not dig or spend time in holes thinking that the holes ought not to be so wet, or dark, or full of worms. “Why is your hole not lined with light?” Sir, it is a hole.
Heather Christle, The Crying Book
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Louise Glück, Poems 1962-2012
