Tuesday, July 29, 2014
The cutest tastiest drink from @wabferndale #liquidapplepie (at WAB - Woodward Avenue Brewers)

The cutest tastiest drink from @wabferndale #liquidapplepie (at WAB - Woodward Avenue Brewers)

Many of us cannot help looking because of what Susan Sontag has called “the perennial seductiveness of war.” It is a kind of rubbernecking, staring at the bloody aftermath of something that is not an act of God but of man. The effect, as Ms. Sontag pointed out in an essay in The New Yorker in 2002, is anything but certain.

“Making suffering loom larger, by globalizing it, may spur people to feel they ought to ‘care’ more,” she wrote. “It also invites them to feel that the sufferings and misfortunes are too vast, too irrevocable, too epic to be much changed by any local, political intervention.”

So now that war comes to us in real time, do we feel helpless or empowered? Do we care more, or will the ubiquity of images and information desensitize us to the point where human suffering loses meaning when it is part of a scroll that includes a video of your niece twerking? Oh, we say as our index finger navigates to the next item, another one of those.

As war becomes a more remote, mechanized activity, posts and images from the target area have significant value. When a trigger gets pulled or bombs explode, real people are often on the wrong end of it. And bearing witness to the consequences gives meaning to what we see.

At Front Lines, Bearing Witness in Real Time - NYTimes.com (via new-aesthetic)
Monday, July 28, 2014
explorerspress:

"FUCK IT" pennants back in stock #ExplorersPress

explorerspress:

"FUCK IT" pennants back in stock #ExplorersPress

Sunday, July 27, 2014

(Source: skapunkrock)

Breakfast is my favorite 👌#breakfastalldayeveryday

Breakfast is my favorite 👌#breakfastalldayeveryday

Saturday, July 26, 2014
And kid, you’ve got to love yourself. You’ve got wake up at four in the morning, brew black coffee, and stare at the birds drowning in the darkness of the dawn. You’ve got to sit next to the man at the train station who’s reading your favorite book and start a conversation. You’ve got to come home after a bad day and burn your skin from a shower. Then you’ve got to wash all your sheets until they smell of lemon detergent you bought for four dollars at the local grocery store. You’ve got to stop taking everything so goddam personally. You are not the moon kissing the black sky. You’ve got to compliment someones crooked brows at an art fair and tell them that their eyes remind you of green swimming pools in mid July. You’ve got to stop letting yourself get upset about things that won’t matter in two years. Sleep in on Saturday mornings and wake yourself up early on Sunday. You’ve got to stop worrying about what you’re going to tell her when she finds out. You’ve got to stop over thinking why he stopped caring about you over six months ago. You’ve got to stop asking everyone for their opinions. Fuck it. Love yourself, kiddo. You’ve got to love yourself. unknown (via awelltraveledwoman)

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The sex drive of men is something we are all comfortable with in this country. It’s funny and hormonal and slapstick (American Pie), it’s potentially uncontrollable, maniacal/homicidal (American Psycho), it is adulterous and is insatiable (American Beauty), it is fun and social (American Graffiti) and it is entrepreneurial (American Gigolo). But women? No. NC-17. XXXX. Stop it with the moaning. riese   (via tea-and-thorazine)
littlebrownmushroom:

Recently Received: “Codex” By Travis Hocutt

littlebrownmushroom:

Recently Received: “Codex” By Travis Hocutt

wtfarthistory:

The effect of sitting in an Eames Chair

wtfarthistory:

The effect of sitting in an Eames Chair

Friday, July 25, 2014
etre-mieux:

bumblingfoodie:

cold brew bourbon

Wait, am I seeing coffee and bourbon… together? Why am I just now hearing about this??

etre-mieux:

bumblingfoodie:

cold brew bourbon

Wait, am I seeing coffee and bourbon… together? Why am I just now hearing about this??

youbroketheinternet:

Her heart sank into her shoes as she realized at last how much she wanted him. No matter what his past was, no matter what he had done. Which was not to say that she would ever let him know, but only that he moved her chemically more than anyone she had ever met, that all other men seemed pale beside him.
— F. Scott Fitzgerald
Sherbet dreams😍👌 #summerjobs #studiolights #gelcrazy

Sherbet dreams😍👌 #summerjobs #studiolights #gelcrazy

😎☀️ #bathingbeauties #summersummer

😎☀️ #bathingbeauties #summersummer