ageofdestruction: naamah: Clouds on Mars, photographed by Mars…









ageofdestruction:

naamah: Clouds on Mars, photographed by Mars Express, 14th October 2010.

34 to 45°S, 36 to 39°E, where Noachis Terra slopes down into the western Hellas Basin.

Animation of 5 monochrome images, colourized with a composite of 3 visible light images. Colour balance is not naturalistic.

Image credit: ESA. Animation: AgeOfDestruction.

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A language thing

This tab's been open for a while: a long and interesting interview with Karl Ove Knausgaard by Kyle Buckley for Hazlitt. Here's a good linguistic bit about radical Norwegian and conservative Norwegian:
Written Norwegian is basically Danish. Henrik Ibsen and Knut Hamsun wrote in Danish. There are these small modifications, but it is still very Danish. That’s the conservative. And then you have another language that is invented, that a man travelling the countryside wrote down everything and invented a language, which is based on the way people speak, which is very different but still, both are Norwegian.

And then you have the thing in between, a kind of radical language, Bokmål, which is also a sociological thing. If you were on the left side in the ’70s you would talk in way to side yourself with the workers, and so on, and it is a language thing. When I was growing up the writers I liked wrote like that, but when I started writing my first book I needed a kind of a distance, and I took that distance in that conservative language. At the same time Marcel Proust was translated for the first time into Norwegian, and his language is very conservative and has a very French feeling to it. It was something completely new in Norwegian language and I was obsessed with it. There’s a lot of it in my first book. Kind of French-conservative-Norwegian language, long, long sentences. I don’t think it’s possible to relate this to English, because you have a kind of standard English, don’t you?
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Expert testimony

Language Log on "Plebgate."
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November 28, 2014



November 28, 2014

November 28 is International Window Shopping Day.  It’s “the activity of looking at the goods displayed in shop windows, especially without intending to buy anything.” Without a doubt, this is my favorite holiday.  There is nothing more profound, or beautiful, than leaving one’s house around dusk, and wandering around an urban shopping area to look at window displays.  To be absolutely honest, I have never seen a bad window display.  Even the “bad” ones have a certain amount of soul and spirit, that I find truly moving.  Due to my phobia of being contained in a box-like room, for instance most museums and galleries, I much prefer my art-viewing to be outside among the masses.  Saying that, aesthetically speaking, I don’t like official “public art” or so-called graffiti works.   My art-viewing is basically window displays from everything to the local record store to the most luxurious department store.   It’s very democratic in that you can be poor, rich, middle-class or totally insane - and yet we can all enjoy the spectacle that is the window display.



Although I prefer window displays in larger urban areas, many small town shops are also quite pleasing to the eye and soul as well.  Maybe your small town, if you live or visiting one, may have a block that is focused on retail shops - this too can be fantastic.  When I travel, I usually go to the same cities. London, Tokyo, Paris, New York City, and of course Los Angeles.   Each city has their own aesthetic with respect to window displays.   It is almost as if the entire city has a fingerprint, and of course we know that each fingerprint is unique and special.  If you blindfolded me, and kept me in a dark room for a few days, and then eventually let me out and place me in front of a display window (with no text on display) I can guess what city I’m just by the display.   Saying that, with respect to the five cities above, I really don’t have a favorite.  Each one has a unique and special presence.   All good and a total win-win situation.  As Stefen Zweig wrote:  “Time to leave now, get out of this room, go somewhere, anywhere; sharpen this feeling of happiness and freedom, stretch your limbs, fill your eyes, be awake, wider awake, vividly awake in every sense and every pore.” Window shopping opens all my senses to another world, and displays often express a world that seems similar to the one we live in, but of course, it is not.



For me personally, a window display doesn’t make me want to purchase something, but it does make me admire an object or how that object appears in conjunction with the rest of the window dressing.  The bigger department stores have a whole narrative working, and in a way it reminds me of the Kabuki Theater, in which you see a landscape in front of you, with no real point of focus.   In holidays, specifically Christmas, there is a narrative being played out.  My favorite was Macy’s window, where a little boy awakes, to discover Santa Clause coming into his room.  There is something that is both touching and erotic at the same time.  Perhaps alarming as well.   Nevertheless it was animation done with puppets, and if you get close to the window, one can marvel at both the technology as well as the crafts(wo)manship of the work.



I don’t have a preference when it comes to objects in a window.  A book can just be as fascinating as a hammer displayed in a hardware shop window.   What one sees is a curated way of looking at the world, and as a viewer I can walk by and look at the display as either sales merchandise or a window entrance to someone’s soul, mind and heart.  Walter Benjamin in his book “The Arcades Project” commented that “Something different is disclosed in the drunkenness of passion: the landscape of the body… These landscapes are traversed by paths which lead sexuality into the world of the inorganic.  Fashion itself is only another medium enticing it still more deeply into the universe of matter.” Clothing always has an erotic presence, and it's amplified when placed in a public window.  I’m a voyeur, and there is nothing like a public window to satisfy my desire.



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Vincent O’Sullivan

vos2 (2)Owner of a melancholia notable for its intensity.
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nitratediva: Harold Lloyd menaced by a turkey in Hot Water…



nitratediva:

Harold Lloyd menaced by a turkey in Hot Water (1924). I couldn’t find this famous scene on YouTube (shocking, right?) so I uploaded it today and embedded the video in a post about this underrated Lloyd comedy. Happy Thanksgiving!

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November 27, 2014



November 27, 2014

My very first song that I remember singing to myself, while watching TV was this:  “It’s Howdy Doody Time/It’s Howdy Doody time/Bob Smith and Howdy too/Say “Howdy do” to you/Let’s give a rousing cheer/‘Cause Howdy Doody’s here/It’s time to start the show’So kids,let’s go!” I would sing it at the top of my lungs, and I can could even feel it in the pit of my stomach.  Ironically the TV show didn’t give me pleasure, but more of a horror, due that I found Howdy Doody slightly sinister. Nevertheless my grandparents gave me a slightly smaller version of the Howdy Doody doll.   At first, I didn’t want to open the package, because it had a nice picture of Buffalo Bob holding Howdy on his lap. On the package, there was the phrase in small print: “Say kids, what time is it?   Then in big print: “It’s Howdy Doody time!” Once the package was opened, the spell was broken, and the doll became mine.  It was no longer his time, but my time.



I placed the doll on my rocking chair that faced my bed in my remote bedroom, quite away from my parents’ room.   As a procedure and since I was a nervous sleeper, I would say goodnight to the doll.  Also I would make sure that it would face me, in fact, the way I was positioned in bed, I could look directly in his eyes.   Either my father and mother would turn off the light after falling asleep.  I never liked to have the lights off before I fall off to sleep, because I was petrified of the dark.  Once the lights were out, I felt I was entering another world. In fact, my bedroom seemed to change its mood, or took a life of its own.  I noticed the shadows, caused by the tree that was in front of the back porch lighting would sway if it was windy outside.  It didn’t exactly scare me, but I was thankful that I was in a covered bed, full of blankets, and therefore I could hide my eyes.



I have often woke up to the sound of the chair rocking back and forth.  Once I’m fully awake the sound stopped.  I could barely see it in the dark, but I could make out Howdy Doody’s eyes staring at me.  I went back to sleep - but this happened maybe three or four times a week.  I would never leave my bed in the middle of the night to go to the bathroom, because I not only found my bedroom scary in the dark a.m. hours, but also I was fearful of Howdy.  I always had the feeling that the doll was alive, but never sure.  I would notice little things like maybe his head would be tilted in a certain direction, when it should be facing the bed.  Or even once, I found his leg crossing his other leg, which I thought was impossible, due that I always placed Howdy on the chair with his legs straight out.  I would never obsess about it, but I have to say the thought of it was in the back of my mind.   Thinking back now, I think I was suffering from a mild version of “pupaphobia” which is a fear of puppets.  I never told this to my parents, or any grown-ups, because I was embarrassed about my fears.



One rainy afternoon, after many days of hard rain, we had a mud slide, which totally destroyed our home.  What was once a structure became splinters, mud and nothing else.  There wasn’t even a foundation. In fact the house was built on the side of a hill with stilts facing down the hill.  If we were in the structure, especially me, we would have been killed.   My bedroom would have been the first to get hit by the mud and rocks.  We were fortunate that all of us (the family) was out that day.  The tragic thing is that we lost everything in the house.  In fact, we were basically homeless, and if it wasn’t the kindness of our neighbor, we wouldn’t have a shelter over our heads.   A few days later that neighbor came up to me with something in his arms.  He brought me closer to him, and he said “look what I found on the hillside.” It was Howdy, but a very battered Howdy with one of his eyes missing and also his left hand.  This always bothered me, because I’m left-handed, and for some reason I thought this was a bad sign.   I wanted to throw the doll away, because I felt my entire life went down that hill, and I didn’t want to have this ‘object’ to represent the only toy or object that I owned and what survived in my life.  Nevertheless the adults around me thought it was a good luck charm of sorts.  So the one-eyed, one-handed Howdy was cleaned-up and placed in a chair by my sleeping bag in our neighbor’s living room.



Now that I’m 60, I still have this doll.  In fact, I place it on a chair facing my bed.  At this point and time, besides my mom, this doll has known me for the longest time.   I would like to think that my last sight, before dying in my bed, will be looking straight at Howdy’s face with his one eye gone.
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ufansius: AND – Martin Bureau



ufansius:

AND - Martin Bureau

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mepenelope: Esther Cañadas in Givenchy Haute Couture _ Photo by…



mepenelope:

Esther Cañadas in Givenchy Haute Couture _ Photo by Christophe Cufos _ Vogue Paris, September 1997..

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ancestryinprogress: day-glow: oh mY GOD me as an elementary…







ancestryinprogress:

day-glow:

oh mY GOD

me as an elementary school teacher

Happy Thanksgiving!

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seeselfblack: Members of the Mashantucket Pequot Tribe and the…



seeselfblack:

Members of the Mashantucket Pequot Tribe and the Little Fox Dance Troupe, from left, Arali Colebut, 5, Sikis Reels, 5, Malachi Hall, 6, and Lawrence Martins, 5, take a breather after performing a Native American dance during a ceremony Thursday to kick off Native American Heritage Month at Foxwoods Resort Casino… 

via the day.com

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The Unconquerable (22)

macinnesNew Clothes for Old
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dunkelaesthetik: Elven Warrior von n-nyx, skull jewellery…



dunkelaesthetik:

is this too dark for Thanksgiving? yes? good. 

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gothbats: Vampire Bat Shaped Purse. Buy it here:…



gothbats:

Vampire Bat Shaped Purse. Buy it here: http://amzn.to/1idDw6M

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November 26, 2014



November 26, 2014

“A writer never takes a vacation.  For a writer life consists of either writing or thinking about writing.” Which makes me a bit of a bore.  I know I should take an interest in other people’s lives or at the very least, pretend that I’m interested in their lives.  The truth is I find my world absolutely fascinating, because … well, me.   My work is basically focusing on the one thing that I know, or I “think” I know.   Surely there is not anyone out there in the world, who could write a full bodied biography on yours truly.  Therefore it is my responsibility to write, and to write what I know of - which again, is basically, me.



My entire life before I started writing, was to please others.  As the boyfriend I had to tell the girlfriend that she’s the one, and when I worked for my various bosses, I told them that they were the one, and I had to consistently bite my lips so I won’t tell them my true desire.   The only time where I felt at home, was when I read a book.   Reading text on a page is probably the most satisfying series of moments in one’s life.  The relationship is pure.  The writer and the reader.  Eventually as a reader, I decided to promote myself as a writer.  Now, for the past three or four years I read nothing but my own writings.




I have two books out now.  I read them many times.  I try to imagine myself as a reader, who doesn’t know me.   Would I still like the books?  Surprisingly I do!   “I’m almost never serious, and I’m always too serious.  Too deep, too shallow.  Too sensitive, too cold hearted. I’m like a collection of paradoxes.” Which I think makes me unique in today’s world.  Everyone is so black and white.  Truth or lies.  Left or Right.  Soldier or terrorist.   Everyone has a role and they play that role as if it was a vehicle going down a straight highway from point A to point B. As for myself, I like to explore the mystery and the paradoxes that are truly me.  Even though I have been thinking about myself for numerous years, there are still things I don ’t understand.



I often feel that language alone does not describe my world.  My basic struggle every day is to provide a description of my condition, but I often feel limited by my knowledge or use of language.  “Without language, thought is a vague, uncharted nebula.” When I walk down Waverly Drive, I think of what is it about the street that makes it so unique.  The only thing I can think of is that it is because I’m walking down this specific street.  Me being at a location makes it significant.  Without the “me, ” then it is just a street or location.  “I’ve always been suspicious of collective truths.” The only process I can truly trust, is what I see, and then there’s the art of writing down what you see - but can one ever do that?  “Sometimes I lie awake at night and I ask, “Is life a multiple choice test or is it a true or false test?… Then a voice comes to me out of the dark and says, ‘we hate to tell you this but life is a thousand word essay.’”
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The writing on the wall

I had fun last night lecturing on Beckett and Adorno: I was having slight qualms about having assigned such a difficult piece, but I think it was worthwhile (you never up your intellectual game if you don't read the really hard stuff sometimes, and it is in my view a genuinely revelatory essay - here's the JSTOR link for "Trying to Understand Endgame" though I'm not sure if that's gated for Columbia users only).

Here's a bit I really like (in an effort to get across the true force of Adorno's point, I was elsewhere in lecture describing the disgusting stretch of track where you wait for the front car of the uptown 1 train at 14th St. - I am not sure why, but it is always full of the most revolting detritus, all sorts of trash in several inches of water - it prompts me to think how glad I am it is not my job to clean it up):
What becomes of the absurd, after the characters of the meaning of existence have been torn down, is no longer a universal--the absurd would then be yet again an idea--but only pathetic details which ridicule conceptuality, a stratum of utensils as in an emergency refuge: ice boxes, lameness, blindness, and unappetizing bodily functions. Everything awaits evacuation.
Next year I really will have to put "The Waste Land" on the syllabus as I am so often alluding to it: will move around "The Death of the Author" and "The Intentional Fallacy" to put with it, and will probably also add "Tradition and the Individual Talent" somewhere although that would be too many different things for one week of class....

Bonus link: most enjoyable Wikipedia entry I came across while checking out a few of the allusions in the Endgame passage I worked through in class (I really had no idea it was a dog biscuit!): "Spratt's medium"!

Also: mene mene! I have a probably annoying habit of asking students to gloss things that might be worthwhile to pursue (the meaning of a word, the substance of an allusion), and it is often difficult to tell in a big lecture course whether it's that students know the answer but are shy about uttering it or whether they genuinely don't know and I should go ahead and say it. I was surprised that "mene mene" and the Rembrandt painting of the scene were not more widely familiar. But it is also clear to me that it's not just that I delve most deeply into things because I am the professor and responsible for the material (it is incumbent on you if you're teaching properly to have really done your utmost to have pursued details in passages you're actually actively reading in class), but that what one editor I worked with a long time ago called my "terrier-like" inability not to try and get to the bottom of things is a good part of the reason that I am a professor in the first place!

(It is idle curiosity, often, but especially given the thematic connection of biscuits, I was reminded of the "empire biscuit" internet rabbit hole I went down after seeing Brave with B. and wondering what exactly those iced biscuits with glace cherries on top actually were. I must confess to having a minor obsession with biscuits. Hmmm, biscuits in literature: that is what I should write for the editor I'd like to work with but have been too busy to think of anything for....)

Happy Thanksgiving to all who celebrate the holiday. I had a funny conversation at the doctor's office the other day with the very nice young man who works at the front desk: he said that a well-intentioned but possibly misguided adult had given a dismaying lecture about Thanksgiving as holiday of genocide to his twin five-year-old nieces, and that while he agreed with the substance of the critique, he thought they were really too young to be given much beyond the fantastical story of Pilgrims and Indians joining together to celebrate....
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Googling Freedom – an album on Flickr A question from Tassos…











Googling Freedom - an album on Flickr

A question from Tassos Stevens: “What do you get if you google image search ‘FREEDOM’? Are we same or different?”

Although the question is about how individual browsing data affects what is seen, these images test how location, without other data, affects it.

These are the image search results using a Tunnelbear VPN (virtual private network) to access Google from 13 different countries. A VPN allows you to send your internet traffic privately to another place before it is visible on the internet, so you appear to be located elsewhere. All browsing data was erased between connections.

For each country, the word “freedom” was used as a search term. In countries where English is not the first language, the local translation for “freedom” was also used. This distinction is made in the image titles (e.g. “Freedom France” v “Freedom French”).

In almost all cases, google.com auto-directed to the local site (google.de, google.co.uk, google.ca etc). The exceptions to this were the Netherlands endpoint, which stayed with google.com, and the French endpoint, which redirected to google.be (Belgium).

Some notes:

- In Australia, “freedom” is closely associated with a brand of furniture.

- In Japan, the Japanese word for “freedom” is closely associated with America.

- In Switzerland, the Romansch word for “freedom” was used, as Italian, French and German were tested elsewhere. This is “libertad”, which is the same as the Spanish word for “freedom”, resulting in almost identical results.

- The Irish word for “freedom” is the first name of a popular actress.

See the album “Googling Freedom” for the complete set.

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Fidelity’s Oculus App Lets You Fly Through Your Investments |…



Fidelity’s Oculus App Lets You Fly Through Your Investments | MIT Technology Review

Hedging the possibility that Oculus Rift’s immersive goggles might someday become useful beyond video games, Fidelity Investments has mocked up a way for you to don the clunky eyewear and fly through your money. In Fidelity’s prototype virtual environment—which it says is the first financial services app written for Oculus—stocks are represented as office towers and lumped together in sector “neighborhoods.” The buildings’ footprints are shaped by trading volume and their rooftops are red or green depending on changes in price. In Fidelity’s prototype app, there are some other heavy-handed metaphors: when the market’s open, it appears to be daytime in the virtual city; when the market is closed, it’s night. Sunshine or rain indicates the general direction of the market. No word yet on what kind of weather graphics would have been used during the last financial crisis, but Stern joked: “Tornadoes?”
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Norbert Wiener

wiener-cart-corner-1He foresaw the evils lurking in cybernetic command and control.
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delightfulderelict: Tom Hiddleston in Only Lovers Left…



delightfulderelict:

Tom Hiddleston in Only Lovers Left Alive

pour vous, mon amie

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this one’s for Wally.



this one’s for Wally.

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bullit1987: I like this …  goth to her fingertips…



bullit1987:

I like this … 

goth to her fingertips…

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drbmbay: ready to fight for right… against wrong. Gigantor, The…



drbmbay:

ready to fight for right… against wrong.

Gigantor, The Space Age Robot Theme, performed by the Dickies (1980)
 via YouTube

wiki: “The series is set in the year 2000. The show follows the exploits of Little Jimmy Sparks, a 12-year-old boy who controls Gigantor, a huge flying robot, with a remote control. The robot is made of steel and has a rocket-powered backpack for flight, a pointy nose, eyes that never move, and incredible strength, but no intelligence (although he started to tap his head as if trying to think in one episode). Whoever has the remote control controls Gigantor.”

I remember seeing the Dickies in LA. they made me laugh and laugh. Gigantor was one of my favorite flicks. 

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drbmbay: I’m gonna let you out, baby. that’s what I’m gonna…



drbmbay:

I’m gonna let you out, baby. that’s what I’m gonna do.

Rosco Gordon-No More Doggin (high Quality) (by Carlos Rasool)

about: “Maybe the least expected of the factors that went into making ska in those years, and the one many would argue that most nearly approached it in sound, leading most directly to its birth, came not from Jamaica at all, or even from the Caribbean, but from West Tennessee, and more specifically from South Memphis, and more specifically than that, from the band called the Beale Streeters, and most specifically of all from the right hand of their pianist and sometime singer-songwriter, a Memphis native named Rosco Gordon…. Several of Rosco’s songs had second lives in Jamaica. These were cuts that had been hits in the States in ’52 or so, entering the charts in Jamaica a half-decade later or more.”

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sandhyalalune: Kali Ma manifestation of today’s mood



sandhyalalune:

Kali Ma

manifestation of today’s mood

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theartofanimation: Marie-Rose Boisson











theartofanimation:

Marie-Rose Boisson

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museumuesum: Michael Ray Charles The Target of Opportunity…



museumuesum:

Michael Ray Charles

The Target of Opportunity Gameboard, 1995

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specialnights: “We know the road to freedom has always been…



specialnights:

"We know the road to freedom has always been stalked by death." - Angela Davis

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postgraduategoth: Who else would I invite to Thanksgiving…



postgraduategoth:

Who else would I invite to Thanksgiving dinner?

And I summon the Creature from the Black Lagoon…to do the dishes!

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#ClippedOnIssuu from ISSUE 38 Download and Own for…



#ClippedOnIssuu from ISSUE 38
Download and Own for http://bit.ly/DBM_38 ISSUE 38 features works from Lindsay Adler, Camilla Lobo, Dianne Baars,Breanne Marie, Fabrice Meuwissen, Jürgen Angelow, Alex Saint, Donna Lewis, Mohsin Khawar, Dedalus&Crane, Jennifer MacDonald, Andrei Gonciulea, Kerp Photography, Asia Ray, Tom Lau, Kyle Weaver, Sequoia Emmanuelle, Jodie Mann, Laurie-Lou, Luke Schneider, Lori Cicchini, Hartmut Nörenberg, Tim Engle, Emily Payne, Rudy Shoushany Qrude, StevieChris, Spoiled Cherry, Steve White, Debra Lamb, and many other talents.

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#ClippedOnIssuu from ISSUE 38 Download and Own for…



#ClippedOnIssuu from ISSUE 38
Download and Own for http://bit.ly/DBM_38 ISSUE 38 features works from Lindsay Adler, Camilla Lobo, Dianne Baars,Breanne Marie, Fabrice Meuwissen, Jürgen Angelow, Alex Saint, Donna Lewis, Mohsin Khawar, Dedalus&Crane, Jennifer MacDonald, Andrei Gonciulea, Kerp Photography, Asia Ray, Tom Lau, Kyle Weaver, Sequoia Emmanuelle, Jodie Mann, Laurie-Lou, Luke Schneider, Lori Cicchini, Hartmut Nörenberg, Tim Engle, Emily Payne, Rudy Shoushany Qrude, StevieChris, Spoiled Cherry, Steve White, Debra Lamb, and many other talents.

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I die. #ClippedOnIssuu from ISSUE 38 Download and Own for…



I die. #ClippedOnIssuu from ISSUE 38
Download and Own for http://bit.ly/DBM_38 ISSUE 38 features works from Lindsay Adler, Camilla Lobo, Dianne Baars,Breanne Marie, Fabrice Meuwissen, Jürgen Angelow, Alex Saint, Donna Lewis, Mohsin Khawar, Dedalus&Crane, Jennifer MacDonald, Andrei Gonciulea, Kerp Photography, Asia Ray, Tom Lau, Kyle Weaver, Sequoia Emmanuelle, Jodie Mann, Laurie-Lou, Luke Schneider, Lori Cicchini, Hartmut Nörenberg, Tim Engle, Emily Payne, Rudy Shoushany Qrude, StevieChris, Spoiled Cherry, Steve White, Debra Lamb, and many other talents.

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#ClippedOnIssuu from ISSUE 38 Download and Own for…



#ClippedOnIssuu from ISSUE 38
Download and Own for http://bit.ly/DBM_38 ISSUE 38 features works from Lindsay Adler, Camilla Lobo, Dianne Baars,Breanne Marie, Fabrice Meuwissen, Jürgen Angelow, Alex Saint, Donna Lewis, Mohsin Khawar, Dedalus&Crane, Jennifer MacDonald, Andrei Gonciulea, Kerp Photography, Asia Ray, Tom Lau, Kyle Weaver, Sequoia Emmanuelle, Jodie Mann, Laurie-Lou, Luke Schneider, Lori Cicchini, Hartmut Nörenberg, Tim Engle, Emily Payne, Rudy Shoushany Qrude, StevieChris, Spoiled Cherry, Steve White, Debra Lamb, and many other talents.

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owl be seeing you…. #ClippedOnIssuu from ISSUE 38 …



owl be seeing you…. #ClippedOnIssuu from ISSUE 38
Download and Own for http://bit.ly/DBM_38 ISSUE 38 features works from Lindsay Adler, Camilla Lobo, Dianne Baars,Breanne Marie, Fabrice Meuwissen, Jürgen Angelow, Alex Saint, Donna Lewis, Mohsin Khawar, Dedalus&Crane, Jennifer MacDonald, Andrei Gonciulea, Kerp Photography, Asia Ray, Tom Lau, Kyle Weaver, Sequoia Emmanuelle, Jodie Mann, Laurie-Lou, Luke Schneider, Lori Cicchini, Hartmut Nörenberg, Tim Engle, Emily Payne, Rudy Shoushany Qrude, StevieChris, Spoiled Cherry, Steve White, Debra Lamb, and many other talents.

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(via Miyu Decay Sterling Silver Bat Skeleton Necklace by…



(via Miyu Decay Sterling Silver Bat Skeleton Necklace by MiyuDecay)

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November 25, 2014



November 25, 2014

Seppuku (“stomach-cutting”) is a ritual suicide by disembowelment.  Traditionally only the samurai can do this act of suicide.  Mostly it was used voluntarily by samurai to die with honor, rather than be captured and perhaps tortured to death.  The noteworthy aspect of this practice is that it must be done in front of spectators, and the act of Seppuku is to put a sharp blade into one’s abdomen and moving the blade from left to right in a slicing motion.   For me, this is difficult because I’m left-handed, and it seems more natural for me to move from the right to the left.  Nevertheless, rules are the rules, and I must follow them.



I have always been attracted to the Right than the Left.  The reasons are I hate chaos and firmly believe that there should be an order, and within what limitations there is direction, hope, and freedom.  The Left to me seems to be based on emotion, while the Right has the logic - and it is hard for me to break away from what I find logical in a world that is truly illogical.  The indifference of the suffering and those willing to accept fate as a wind from the East, West, South and North  - I feel can be changed by a certain amount of will and passion.   For this reason I joined the Tatenokai.  It is the Shield Society that is devoted to traditional values and justice.  I used to write and work for a college journal, “Ronso Journal," but it faltered due to lack of readership and therefore finances.   The best thing working for the journal was meeting Yukio Mishima.  I never met a famous man before and his charm, personality, and determination almost over-whelmed me.  It was at this point, that I decided to join the Tatenokai, and devote my life to the man as well as to this organization.



Through Mishima’s connection we were able to train with the armed forces, and eventually Mishima commissioned a tailor to make us uniforms.  I never wore anything other than clothes from a department store or from the mall.   To have a designer measure my body in such great detail, made me proud to be part of this group.  Once the uniform was finished, Mishima told us that we must put it all on at the same time.  We were like children opening up presents at an orphanage.   Once we put the uniform on, Mishima made us appear in front of a huge mirror.  Our beauty shined through the clothing.

Of the ninety members of the Tatenokai, there were only four of us who were close to Mishima.  We were Hiroyasu Koga, Masatoshi Koga, Masahiro Ogawa and yours truly.  Mishima brought us to a meeting and we were told not to tell anyone about this meeting.  It is there, that he told us about the plan to take charge of the office of a general and make our demands for traditional values.  He asked each one of us if we are prepared to die for the cause.  We all said “yes.” He then let us know that we must prepare for death through the act of Seppuku.   We looked straight at him with tears in our eyes and said “of course.” He then took a knife, cut his index finger and squeezed out a bit of blood in a glass, and told us to do the same.  We did, and each one of us drank a sip of the blood in that glass.  This was the bond that couldn’t be broken.  We swore that we would not say anything to anyone about this meeting.



Eventually Mishima pulled me aside to tell me that he wanted me to do the honor of beheading him.  I said “yes of course.” A month later the told the rest of us that it will be him and me and the other two must remain alive.  Of course, they were disappointed.   I then ask Hiroyasu if he would behead me when the time comes.  He said yes.   The performance was set!



Throughout my life, I have never done anything of great importance.  Now, this will be the final act where I clearly stand for something.   I never felt more alive.  Once a decision is made, I can feel the pressure coming off my shoulders.   The happiness I felt that morning as we left for our appointment was intense.  I was extremely nervous, but I also know that there is no turning back, and going forward was something beatific.  Not only do I understand, but I truly embrace what Mishima told me in that “perfect purity is possible if you turn your life into a line of poetry written with a splash of blood. ”
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installator:

"[Exposition] En attendant l’ouverture de Jeff Koons, le Balloon Dog monte la garde. http://goo.gl/SUcoqd #jourdefermeture.” (Centre Pompidou)

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installator: “LYON.- A picture shows stuffed animals wrapped in…



installator:

"LYON.- A picture shows stuffed animals wrapped in plastic bags in a stockroom at the ‘Musee des Confluences’ science centre and anthropology museum still under construction in Lyon on November 4, 2014 ahead of its December opening. AFP PHOTO / JEFF PACHOUD." (artdaily.org)

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beautiesofafrique: Female retainers of Swahili household in…



beautiesofafrique:

Female retainers of Swahili household in gala dress, photographed by Sir John Kirk. in Zanzibar || Africa

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“Today, consumers buy kitchen appliances, and then take them home and do whatever they want with…”

“Today, consumers buy kitchen appliances, and then take them home and do whatever they want with them. But if that product is “connected,” chances are it’s been pre-loaded with someone else’s idea of what a person should be doing with it. And no matter how well meaning that someone else is, when the objects we own contradict us, that’s going to be a frustrating experience.”
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Radium Age: Context (17)

6217563735_339b1da4bb_oFemme à la moto
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lewis-thomas-2Mistakes, waste, the meandering of intricate systems!
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“I am president of the TV and there’s nun’ you can do about it,…





"I am president of the TV and there’s nun’ you can do about it, Pussy."

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ageofdestruction: wunderkammer: Comets, planets, and stars,…



ageofdestruction:

wunderkammer: Comets, planets, and stars, photographed by STEREO, November 2013.

Comet ISON moves left-to-right. Comet Encke (smaller) moves downward across its path. In the background are Mercury (left) and Earth (right). The cloud that blows right-to-left across the image is matter ejected from the Sun (out of frame right).

30 images taken by STEREO A, 1 every 4 hours 22nd-26th November.

Image credit: NASA/STEREO. Animation: AgeOfDestruction.

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