Something to think about:
(via keiggy)
you make a neat and tidy house; a good worker does.
• who knows my world who shares my view?
yamammiwammi
yamammiwammi
There is only one woman in the world. One woman, with many faces.
- Nikos KazantzakisAlways always always reblog.
Same face syndrome.
(Source: skinned-teen)
i wrote a thing per request by our friend stephen, as he’s doing some paper based on iamamiwhoami from the point of view of the fans’ experience. some have told me it’s quite nice, so i thought i could share it; you can read it here.
this was great to read.
“I don’t have to, like, try to sell to my audience.”
Gwen, I love you, but pls. b real.
(Source: reservoir-of-blood, via beaconstreetonline)
This Ad Has a Secret Anti-Abuse Message That Only Kids Can See
In an effort to provide abused children with a safe way to reach out for help, a Spanish organization called the Aid to Children and Adolescents at Risk Foundation, or ANAR for short, created an ad that displays a different message for adults and children at the same time.
The secret behind the ad’s wizardry is a lenticular top layer, which shows different images at varying angles. So when an adult—or anyone taller than four feet, five inches—looks at it they only see the image of a sad child and the message: “sometimes, child abuse is only visible to the child suffering it.” But when a child looks at the ad, they see bruises on the boy’s face and a different message: “if somebody hurts you, phone us and we’ll help you” alongside the foundation’s phone number.
The ad is designed to empower kids, particularly if their abuser happens to be standing right next to them. And while this is a great and worthwhile use of lenticular images, how long will it be before toy companies start doing to the same thing to hawk their products directly at kids?
(Source: gigglingbean, via keiggy)
Aaaaand a “#TorontoWeak” Twitter trend to illustrate my point.
What kind of buffoonery is this? Insulting people? Making fun of them? Applying some kind of morphological, mental, physical, characteristic attributes to people because of a HOCKEY TEAM?!?!! People looking for some kind of way to elevate their social, moral, and who-knows-what-the-fuck standing they think they have?
What the ACTUAL FUCK.
Context.
(Bear with me and my poor argumentation. This was written in a particularly fiery mood, and sleep beckons me.)
The truth is that sport holds no value other than the value bestowed to it by society.
Example. While in Mexico, I had the opportunity to watch a Mayan sports game (it was part of a sort of theatre performance I was subject to watching, against my will). It had some demonstration of the kind of “football” they used to play. No one watching really had any context for the sport, but when these players made an attempt to “score” (hip-checking a ball into a hoop), people went NUTS. Cheering, walloping, screaming, and hooplah-ing, and for what? These (us) spectators had no context of the “importance” of this Mayan sport, and yet already there was a preferential divide, a distinction amongst the audience rooting for one of two opposing forces. But with no context, no understanding or cultural understanding of the importance or relevance of this game, people were adopting these celebratory/cheery attitudes. And for what? The skill or performance of “defeating” a man-made challenge; a challenge they had never been exposed to before, but celebrate its overcoming nonetheless.
And here’s where I get conflicted. All hockey, soccer, basketball, etc. has ever been is a man-created game; an effort to impose challenge for the purposes of recreation. I could set myself up to have to do anything to gain points/beat another team member, whether its dependent on physical or mental prowess, and inherently it stands for absolutely nothing. I’ve devised it, (on the spot even!) and “completing the task” really accomplishes nothing. What’s the significance? What’s the point? Where is the value? It kinda just reminds me of MadTV’s Stuart: “Look what I can do!” Is it fun? Sure! I’ve played sports in the past, and they are fun, but how is the physical pleasure of playing in any way related or alike to watching other people play?
Where does this fascination come from? For the life of me, I cannot understand competitive sport. It doesn’t make sense. The only thing I can think of that suggets its significance is that it’s become an engrained symbol for membership and communication; a subject for discussion that has cultivated over years and years of (possibly politically influenced) repetitive exposure. It is nothing; it’s man-made fun, and the outcomes that arise from it really do nothing to an objective audience.
I think my disdain for sport, especially competitive sport, is that its so heavily saturated with nationalistic ideas; borders, divisions, conflicting forces. It’s unnecessary. I don’t know if there is a human complex that drives a need for belonging or “membership”, but pride is one of the most annoying things to plague the human population. Italians (or any national group, for that matter, but living in a highly Italian-dense city, their past behaviour comes to mind rather quickly) celebrating the soccer world cup, being “proud” of….of WHAT. That your country could breed a handful of people that can kick a ball? That can succeed the petty limitations put on by man — NOT nature — to scoring more points (what are points?!?!) than another group of people? What’s so great about that? What does that have to do with an entire nation?! How does this make a nation so great and powerful, so much better than the others? I see this attitude even in sports, especially in the NHL, and its so freaking annoying that I am fuming while typing this. There is literally NO impact to the life you live whether ANY team advances or drops out of a competition. None. THEM winning does not mean YOU winning. THEM winning means YOU get “bragging rights” for choosing to worship and celebrate and feel “a part of” a group of people that - again! - accomplish nothing.
Competitive sport is, like practically everything in this world, another outlet for bureaucratic fiends to rip and capitalize on the masses of socially conditioned people who believe it is “honourable” to associate with people who play.
All tonight ever was was a dense yearning for people who strongly believed they were, in some way unknown to me, going to achieve something tangible tonight from a group of people they have (likely) never met, never known, and never cared for until the graces of membership were granted to them.
That is my opinion on the matter.
/rant
