1. Goslings on Flickr.Infragoslings! IR birds was not what I had in mind for this camera, but dude, goslings.

    Goslings on Flickr.

    Infragoslings! IR birds was not what I had in mind for this camera, but dude, goslings.

     
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    (via we all have nipples | the ardorous)

By the same photographer as There Will be Blood. Also: hilarious.

    (via we all have nipples | the ardorous)

    By the same photographer as There Will be Blood. Also: hilarious.

     
  3. 22:54

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    Reblogged from queerly

    queerly:

    susurrations:

    [Image description: a series of photos depicting young people, mostly women, menstruating while going about their daily activities: changing their tampon, checking their cell phone, lying in a bath, kissing a partner, sitting and reading at a coffee shop, waiting at a bus stop, and running].

    homoarigato:

    maxatan:

    qbutch:

    missmatie:

    peanuhbutta:

    This is realllllllllly weird lmao

    This is really NORMAL.
    Except we never see it-so it is terrifying and uncomfortable when it happens.
    (Mostly because people would laugh or be unkind)

    I own a sex shop. Once a woman bled on our chair during an interview. She was horrified and felt ashamed because it was in some way unprofessional. We weren’t bothered. We said ‘what better place to work on being ok with your body than at a feminist sex shop?’
    Bleeding is normal and dealing with it is one of the most pervasive ways women are complicit in their silence.

    Some men bleed too. How would you react to that? For many men who are Trans the act of bleeding is a security threat.

    Fuck off with your lolz.

    Reblogging again for above commentary ^^^^^

    very cool

    commentary

    Yes. Time to get over it- welcome to the human body. It bleeds. 

    These are interesting, so I did a bit of casual googling. They appear to be an editorial for Vice from about a year ago by Emma Arvida Bystrom.

    I’m not sure what to make of the tags on the Vice post: “fashion, periods, wtf, put a tampon in it.” (No, there are no other posts with that last tag.) Couple of random posts about the series here and here.

    BTW, if you’re interested in the clothes, the slideshow at Vice does include their sources in the captions, e.g., “Dress from Beyond Retro, denim jacket by Cheap Monday.”

    (Source: cycleofmisery)

     
  4. 22:17

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    penbleth replied to your post: Something I just figured out re: Feed readers, instapaper, etc.

    I’ve never met you but I feel I like you and you are a wonderful photographer but if you are going to dogear book corners I think I might have to smack your wrist. Sorry about that.

    Sorry, I’m pretty brutal on books. This is my copy of of Simone Weil’s Gravity and Grace, for example. So, wrist smack accepted in advance.

     
  5. 16:27

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    Something I just figured out re: Feed readers, instapaper, etc.

    I’ve made some changes to how I read stuff online lately — mostly but not only as a consequence of looking for a replacement for Google Reader. I’m dumping more stuff out of my feed reader and into instapaper for later reading — and as a result I’m, acting on less stuff — i.e., I’m more likely to read and archive a given post without doing anything further, like tweeting about it or posting about it on Tumblr.

    This has created some discomfort for me, because I feel weird any time I interact with something (photo, text, whatever) that’s interesting or important, without making some kind of trace. (Examples: tweet post to tumblr or a blog, save to pinboard, save to instapaper, etc.)

    And the reason I feel weird about that is that — I realize now — interacting with something and making no trace is in my head tantamount to intending to forget it.

    My next thought was: Man, the internet has done a number on me. But that’s not really true. Well, it’s definitely true, but it’s not applicable here, because I’m the same way with books: I aggressively annotate (dogear, underline, highlight, write in) any books I read which I anticipate using later for something. And I’ve been doing that since at least high school, before the internet had a chance to do much to change how I think. It’s just the way I interact with technologies (old or new) that supplement memory.

     
  6. 01:39

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    There’s also a tendency to push, and for museumgoers to succumb to, the idea that “this art is important, therefore you should like it.” Which is complete crap and only furthers the idea that you have to know before you go. In the same way that the museum shouldn’t assume you’re a neophyte, you shouldn’t have to be an expert before visiting either.
     
  7. At the same time, in video, he admits that what appear to be fatal encounters might have been staged for Internet consumption, like scenes from action films. Digital photography makes this possible, but we’ll probably never know what really happened.
     
  8. Repealing the AUMF would be the boldest restriction of presidential war powers since 9/11. Both the Bush and Obama administrations have relied on the document to authorize everything from the warrantless electronic surveillance of American citizens to drone strikes against al-Qaida offshoots that did not exist on 9/11. Getting rid of it is certain to invite fierce opposition from more bellicose members of Congress, who have repeatedly demagogued efforts to roll back any post-9/11 wartime authority, let alone the most important one.

    Rep. Barbara Lee (D-Calif.), the only legislator to vote against the authorization in 2001, has long fought unsuccessfully to repeal the AUMF. But Schiff is a moderate, not a firebreathing liberal, and while sunsetting the AUMF is sure to be a big legislative challenge, even conservative legislators like Rand Paul (R-Ky.) are raising fundamental questions about the merits of a never-ending war.

     
  9. 12:57

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    Reblogged from manyfacepalms

    manyfacepalms:

    likeafieldmouse:

    Laura Letinsky

    “Much of Letinsky’s work alludes to human presence, without including any actual figures. For example, in the Morning and Melancholia (c. 1997-2001), and the I Did Not Remember I Had Forgotten (c. 2002-2004) series, Letinsky seems to document the aftermath of a sumptuous gathering or dinner party. Faded flower petals intermingle with empty glasses and crumbs of food on partially cleared tables, often covered with a white linen that bears the mark of spilled wine.

    As alluded in the title Morning and Melancholia these scenes are often filled with a fresh, clear light, as though one is viewing from the perspective of the morning after, what the host failed to clean up the evening before. However, the title of the series itself is a reference to an essay by Freud, Mourning and Melancholia, which discusses the human response to loss.

    The title I Did Not Remember I Had Forgotten also has a literary source; it refers to a line by St. Augustine, commenting on memory, ‘One would never say I did not remember I had forgotten.’ Letinsky responded:

    ‘I was thinking, No, that’s not right! Actually, I felt I had just come to this moment where I did not remember that I had forgotten, and it had to do with music. I’d gone for three years without listening to music. I would drive in the car and I would want silence, or I would listen to talk shows. Then for some reason I began listening to the radio, and some of the CDs I had around, and it was almost like drinking water after being really thirsty. I took such pleasure in it. Somehow, I did not remember that I’d forgotten to turn on the music.’”

    Wow.

    food porn + ruin porn = food ruin !porn

     
  10. And do you, signora, believe,” I answered heatedly, “that there is such a thing as the Swedish language? The Swedes are exceedingly proud, and they’re afraid that Europeans will call them Finns, so they employ every means to convince other peoples that they are of a completely different origin and even have their own special language. But I, having lived a long time in Petersburg, have satisfied myself that the so-called Swedish language is nothing but a hoax. When foreigners are around, Swedes deliberately pronounce random sounds in a sing-song fashion, accompanying them with gestures, to make people think that they are conversing among themselves in their native tongue, and that their language is sweet and melodious; but after babbling a while in that way, they are forced to leave you, go over by the window, and explain in Finnish whatever they wanted to tell each other.