Greek
Egyptian
Roman
a mix of Egyptian and Roman
Egyptian…but I’m not…
Word! This is so real! I’ve always been weirded out by my crazy second-toe protrusion! Now I can just attribute it to being a Greek lady!
(Source: hartshek)
“I just used “QED” in a conversation. I am such a fucking weirdo.”
Leora, there is nothing weird about QED. Just proves you are way fucking cooler than whoever you were having the conversation with.
(I grew up under the parenting of a physicist father who worshiped Richard Feynman… I was QED’d more times than I can count)
(Source: lightslowflameshigh)
EVERY DAY!!!! <3 <3 <3 <3 <3
D’aww. I’ve never had that experience, but it’s super cute. Rachel would like this. I’m tagging her.
Charlie and I watch X-Files like this multiple times a week…
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So livid with UPS right now…. I was out of town for their first two attempts at getting me my package (sheet music which I NEED this week), so I scheduled the third (and final, they only make three attempts before returning your package back to the sender) attempt for today, Friday, the ONLY day I could commit to being here all day. I had to pay them extra to be able to choose this day. I figured they’d show up sometime this afternoon, but when 7:00 rolled around (their supposed time of completion for deliveries), I called because I was worried, and was assured that my package would arrive today, maybe a bit late. I called two other times before midnight and got the same response. AFTER MIDNIGHT I called one more time and was told “Oh, well it looks like your package didn’t leave the facility today. Call tomorrow and we’ll set something up”. ARE YOU KIDDING ME. I WASTED LITERALLY 12 HOURS IN MY APARTMENT ON MY ONLY FREE DAY OF THE WEEK. FOR A PACKAGE THAT WAS NEVER GOING TO GET HERE.
Fuck this. Today sucked.
Also: I don’t think I’ve ever made a tumblr post this angry or long-winded about a stupid problem before. Whatever. I’m upset, it was horribly inconvenient, and will probably force me to lose another day this weekend waiting around, again.
Feeling majorly bummed out, listening to Chris Bathgate, cleaning every surface of my apartment, eating lots of dumplings, waiting for a package from UPS (which might not get here till midnight? what the fuck?)…
Mark Your Calender!
Detroit Bike City is Detroit’s first and only bicycle show and swap meet. Offering 100+ vendors from all over the Midwest the opportunity to show, sell and swap bicycles, parts and everything bikes. This event is held at Cobo Center and brought to you by Detroit’s own Bikes and Murder.
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Sooo excited!
MAYBE I WILL COME HOME FOR THIS BECAUSE IT SOUNDS SO AWESOME
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oplopanax horridus: more on the X-files, the 90s, and conspiracy
More than the ugly clothes, more than the overly coiffed hairstyles, I think my favorite random ‘period piece’ element of this show is when they reference things like (in this episode) the Jim Bakker scandal, or the Bosnian War, or the (recent, to…
(Sorry I couldn’t find bigger photos, click them to make them bigger though)
Rebecca Belmore, Vigil, 2002 (stills from a video of the performance)
Mourning/remembrance/healing performance.
This was a direct reference to the Pickton murders (murders of Indiginous women in Vancouver), which made it a public ritual with political end. The features of the performance were: scrubbing the streets, her arms covered with names of missing women, ripping a flower through her teeth, nailing her dress to a telephone pole and tearing out of it until she was left in her underwear (as recreation of dehumanization process and sexual violence inflicted upon them), and spoke the women’s names.
Her performance brought the women alive again and simultaneously, addressed the invisibility of their absence (they were not given enough priority in the media and in police investigative efforts because of their low status in society as Indigenous women and as sex workers).
Belmore is fucking amazing.
Yes, she is. <3 Rebecca Belmore.
Reversible Cinquain
Another
distantly close
bounded in search again
my eyes drift low,
my kind
Can’t WAIT to get this zine underway… I have so many amazing talented friends (such as Krishni! otherwise known as documentedhere and postcanvas !!) to collaborate with. On Friday we trekked down to Pilsen to attend the benefit concert for Chicago Zine Fest and it was incredibly inspiring in just about every way imaginable…
First of all, it was actually fun. After a rough Fall Quarter at Northwestern it felt good to be reminded that this city holds some pretty precious gems, and that good people still exist outside of my home in Michigan. Secondly the space in which this concert was held is incredible! Some truly prolific artist had adorned an entire wall with innumerable paintings, all of which were unique and beautiful on their own. Most importantly though, was how inspiring the music turned out to be. One piece in particular stuck with my friends and I as something that really captures the Occupy movement better than anything else. The band generously put it on the internet for free downloads and listens, so y’all ought to check it out here.
“I had so many people coming to me with the with the same story,” says Josh Zisson, a Boston-based lawyer specializing in bike law, “I was doored on my bike, but the cop told the driver to leave because it was my fault for riding too close to the cars. I never got the driver’s info.”
What To Do When You’re Doored: Fill Out A Bike Accident Report Card
