Thursday, December 20, 2012

Since it's the end of the world, thought I oughta share some otters

I just discovered that I can post gifs on here. For better or for worse, this blog will never be the same. Anyway, my friends (namely Will V, Kevin, and Malia) like to share gifs and pictures of otters with me, and I like to share them with you, internet.






Tuesday, December 18, 2012

Call that profit. Prophesy such returns.

1. Scribbled wire sculptures by David Oliveira.


2. I'm a sucker for charts, graphs and statistics. Also for music! That's why last.fm and I get along so well. After 10 years, last.fm has compiled data from users' listening to provide us with some interesting information. As well as having  a timeline of graphs illustrating how the music we've listened to has been affected by reunion tours, deaths, and album releases, last.fm has charts of the top songs and artists of the past ten years. You can even break it down by genre. Love it. 

3. I don't generally follow youtube vloggers, aside from the occasional my drunk kitchen, but as a person who spends time on the internet, I become aware of their existence. Recently, a big hubbub arose when famous youtuber Jenna Marbles made a video in which she did a fair amount of slut shaming. Obviously, I don't like that, but I do like the stream of responses it inspired by youtube's finest lady vloggers. Check them out below. Trigger warning: discussion of sexual violence, and the third video contains a personal account of sexual violence.




4. This poster, a Christmas present from Laura:

5.

Manifesto: the Mad Farmer Liberation Front
by Wendell Berry
Love the quick profit, the annual raise,
vacation with pay. Want more
of everything ready-made. Be afraid
to know your neighbors and to die.

And you will have a window in your head.
Not even your future will be a mystery
any more. Your mind will be punched in a card
and shut away in a little drawer.

When they want you to buy something
they will call you. When they want you
to die for profit they will let you know.
So, friends, every day do something
that won't compute. Love the Lord.
Love the world. Work for nothing.
Take all that you have and be poor.
Love someone who does not deserve it.

Denounce the government and embrace
the flag. Hope to live in that free
republic for which it stands.
Give your approval to all you cannot
understand. Praise ignorance, for what man
has not encountered he has not destroyed.

Ask the questions that have no answers.
Invest in the millenium. Plant sequoias.
Say that your main crop is the forest
that you did not plant,
that you will not live to harvest.

Say that the leaves are harvested
when they have rotted into the mold.
Call that profit. Prophesy such returns.
Put your faith in the two inches of humus
that will build under the trees
every thousand years.

Listen to carrion -- put your ear
close, and hear the faint chattering
of the songs that are to come.
Expect the end of the world. Laugh.
Laughter is immeasurable. Be joyful
though you have considered all the facts.
So long as women do not go cheap
for power, please women more than men.

Ask yourself: Will this satisfy
a woman satisfied to bear a child?
Will this disturb the sleep
of a woman near to giving birth?

Go with your love to the fields.
Lie down in the shade. Rest your head
in her lap. Swear allegiance
to what is nighest your thoughts.

As soon as the generals and the politicos
can predict the motions of your mind,
lose it. Leave it as a sign
to mark the false trail, the way
you didn't go.

Be like the fox
who makes more tracks than necessary,
some in the wrong direction.
Practice resurrection. 



Tuesday, December 11, 2012

Picture Day

You can listen to this song while looking at the pictures.

Shadow art by Kumi Yamashita.


 "Grandpa Goes to Heaven," by Duane Michals.






""Perfect Storm/the Known Universe," by T. Hanuka
NYC Mid-Day Sun by Wilfred Lang 


Monday, December 10, 2012

The air is no longer safe.

1. This song.

2. This picture from the Super Hero party we went to a week or so ago. 
I was Ms. Frizzle!

3. Spending the weekend with friends I've had for 14 years. Secret Santas, bowling, and the Robin Hood with the foxes.

4. 
Georgia Capria
5. This slays me. 

6. The 50 Best Animal Photos of 2012. I started to try to choose my favorites to share, but really you should just look at them all.
This one almost made me pee myself, though. I'm not normally scared of sharks, cuz they do their thing and I do mine. My thing, in general, does not involve being under water. Now they have entered my plane of existence.


7.  Last Thursday we went to see Mummenschanz. Mummenschanz is this Swedish puppet show / performance art piece that's been going for forty years. I didn't know what to expect, because I watched this video, and was like "How can somebody watch 2 hours of this?" But no. It was fantastic. These blobs and shapes tell stories about emotions without language, mostly without faces, and sometimes without letting you know how a human body is even involved. If you get the chance to see it ever, do it.

Monday, December 3, 2012

You’re a ghost town I’m too patriotic to leave.

Hi friends! Sorry again for the mess that was November. I wish I could promise that December will be better, but we live in a crazy, unpredictable world.

1. This is a lovely little short film. It's in Portuguese, but you can turn on the subtitles by clicking the little "CC."


2. These folks are working on getting the funding to make cups, straws, and glasses that automatically change color when a commonly used date rape drug is detected. I know most of my friends don't have the money to donate to this, but I also know that 100+ people who are not my friends view this blog every day. Cough it up, strangers looking for pictures of otters. This is important stuff.

3. Googlepoetics. You know how when you start typing a search into google it automatically fills it in with commonly searched phrases? Somebody decided that that's poetic. Sometimes they're right.

4. Ed Fairburn's subway map portraits. I would link you directly to his website, but it appears to be broken. 


5. xkcd went there.
 

6. 

34 Excuses for Why We Failed at Love
by Warsan Shire
1. I’m lonely so I do lonely things.
2. Loving you was like going to war; I never came back the same.
3. You hate women, just like your father and his father, so it runs in your blood.
4. I was wandering the derelict car park of your heart looking for a ride home.
5. You’re a ghost town I’m too patriotic to leave.
6. I stay because you’re the beginning of the dream I want to remember.
7. I didn’t call him back because he likes his girls voiceless.
8. It’s not that he wants to be a liar; it’s just that he doesn’t know the truth.
9. I couldn’t love you, you were a small war.
10. We covered the smell of loss with jokes.
11. I didn’t want to fail at love like our parents.
12. You made the nomad in me build a house and stay.
13. I’m not a dog.
14. We were trying to prove our blood wrong.
15. I was still lonely so I did even lonelier things.
16. Yes, I’m insecure, but so was my mother and her mother.
17. No, he loves me he just makes me cry a lot.
18. He knows all of my secrets and still wants to kiss me.
19. You were too cruel to love for a long time.
20. It just didn’t work out.
21. My dad walked out one afternoon and never came back.
22. I can’t sleep because I can still taste him in my mouth.
23. I cut him out at the root, he was my favorite tree, rotting, threatening the foundations of my home.
24. The women in my family die waiting.
25. Because I didn’t want to die waiting for you.
26. I had to leave, I felt lonely when he held me.
27. You’re the song I rewind until I know all the words and I feel sick.
28. He sent me a text that said “I love you so bad.”
29. His heart wasn’t as beautiful as his smile.
30. We emotionally manipulated one another until we thought it was love. 
31. Forgive me, I was lonely so I chose you. 
32. I’m a lover without a lover. 
33. I’m lovely and lonely. 
34. I belong deeply to myself.