jijennin70:

One of the biggest stories in comics and pop culture over the summer was from Marvel Comics showing their efforts in creating diverse characters. Much to a lot of fans dismay, they made Thor a woman and Captain America a black man. Sam Wilson aka The Falcon is now officially Captain America. While working today through my anger at the Ferguson, MO story which is still unfolding…I wondered what Sam would do if he were a real person. So, I did this image to deal with the madness.

08.27.14 @ 19:288947

jijennin70:

One of the biggest stories in comics and pop culture over the summer was from Marvel Comics showing their efforts in creating diverse characters. Much to a lot of fans dismay, they made Thor a woman and Captain America a black man. Sam Wilson aka The Falcon is now officially Captain America. While working today through my anger at the Ferguson, MO story which is still unfolding…I wondered what Sam would do if he were a real person. So, I did this image to deal with the madness.

me:

does this look better one pixel to the left or one pixel to the right

me:

I can't decide between these two incredibly similar colors

me:

should this be on overlay or soft light

me:

75% OR 74% OPACITY

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epiphany

andreii-tarkovsky:

in the mood for clean! 

08.27.14 @ 19:162732

andreii-tarkovsky:

in the mood for clean! 

themindscanvas:

Stargazing.

Thought of you jenyfly


Hey! Listen, stargazing is super important. Over here swelling with soc learning — and seriously I think you’d totally dig it, it’s the right amount of wry humor and “ugh people” but then followed by more superbly disturbing questions like, is society in a person? or are people in society? — the only thing I literally have to look forward to with unadulterated joy are these planetarium sessions for like, three bucks — and the gibbous (hah, gibbous) moon, Mars, and Saturn in early September. Still shedding bitter tears over the missed opportunity to see the sky over the farm :(

08.27.14 @ 19:1519

themindscanvas:

Stargazing.

Thought of you jenyfly

Hey! Listen, stargazing is super important. Over here swelling with soc learning — and seriously I think you’d totally dig it, it’s the right amount of wry humor and “ugh people” but then followed by more superbly disturbing questions like, is society in a person? or are people in society? — the only thing I literally have to look forward to with unadulterated joy are these planetarium sessions for like, three bucks — and the gibbous (hah, gibbous) moon, Mars, and Saturn in early September. Still shedding bitter tears over the missed opportunity to see the sky over the farm :(

beatonna:

addendum to previous post

ugh me

08.26.14 @ 17:061741

beatonna:

addendum to previous post

ugh me

Writing retreats with everyone, but especially with rosycheeked! Last week I dragged my ass over to this tech orientation and got lost trying to find the lab, only to bump into a Vanderbilt grad — mutual things in common being: messy hair, triple eye bags, clinging humidity — and in another life, we would not be friends, like I kinda felt like the Ginny to her Halley from TOAOTP (best book, all teens should read), but instead 2.5 hours were spent making confused faces at the computer screen, slowly collapsing into disengaged stupor. I held out until the end — legend has it, my dad attended a class where everyone dropped out except him and one other person, and they both got automatic As, don’t think I haven’t learned from this — but she left early, but not before the sacred number exchange.

The point is, I made a friend, like, on my own, without major social forces like common program or matching specialization to help things along. The point is, it’s an ugly world, but miracles still happen.

owning-my-truth:

Pics from the Event: https://www.flickr.com/photos/yajimari21/sets/72157645746327378/

I spent the afternoon reading (and only half comprehending) the Communist Manifesto, so I’m a little wigged out by the world right now. Like, I’m looking over at my coffee pot or down at the pen in my hand and this — this is the continuous point of conflict, this is why I’m here, because I can’t cease to think in this way — where shiny plastic and smooth drywall is the model representation for comfort, and how fucked up that is. There’s a tumble, right, down the slope of awareness, and now and then some gnarly, awful root reminds you that simply put, people don’t like people. I mean, it’s cannibalism. And then it’s like, no wonder people study fucking astrophysics, it’s no wonder we always want the celestial sphere at our fingertips, so we can search and hope that there’s someplace better.

The women in my cohort — three of us in total — are four, ten years older than me, which is phenomenal because I thought we were roughly the same age, given, like, looks. In terms of demeanor, I feel the oldest; most confident, most considerate in discussion, which means I’m the most extroverted, which means trouble because I’m such an introvert. Or maybe (relative) youth is what enables not giving a shit about what books you’ve published or what classes you teach, because by the fifth and final day of orientation, my brain is applesauce. Formless, raw and wet.

But our combined life experiences are kinda peerless! Human shields and training horses, etc. Excited to work with these ladies, excited to help my advisor with a project ASAP?! Excited to finally put my writing to good and productive use?!  

Things my apartment’s still missing: quilt, colander, magnets. I have to get creative with hanging shit, including a 20 lb framed poster and the mobile that made it all the way from WA and that I tore in a moment of pure tragedy. Orange — a former favorite color, and therefore me and orange items are one and the same for my mom — is definitely a theme. 

On the other hand, I feel super ancient when nine PM rolls around and the kids down the hall are partying so hard, man. I’m like, knuckling a smudge on my counter and making some tea with some tea bags stolen from Hampton Inn, bleary eyed and every joint cracking, and there’s like, loudness and laughter and I just >:(

I mean whatever, I really like it here; just so, so tired! One of our presenters said this year is ripe for change, which reminds me of Fired Up! “you gotta risk it to get the biscuit,” my own brand of life motto and arguably the best movie ever. 

iarbas:

香港摄影师木的花摄影作品

08.22.14 @ 21:054003

iarbas:

香港摄影师木的花摄影作品

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