Entropymorphism.

I don’t always go sailing, or pilot our friend’s boat. But when I do, I make sure I take some goddamn photos for posterity and look awkward, respectively.

(“Goddamn” is a versatile nautical term, by the way, especially after two rounds of gins and tonic. I also learned that gunwale is pronounced “gunnel”. The more you know!)

doodleology:

archiemcphee:

Christopher of Colossal recently stumbled onto this awesome, expertly crafted series of birds found in Britain made by DeTomaso Pantera using LEGO bricks. His use of color and perfect selection of bricks really bring these animals to life. You can see the entire series six birds here, and apparently there are many more to come.

I think Scott would enjoy this quite a bit.

I like birds made out of plastic bricks, too.

theparingknife:

The Secret Life of Burrowing Owls.

This video isn’t getting enough love. There’s nothing like cute and cuddly birds of prey to brighten one’s day!

This was a good show.

  • Awkward Guy #1: You have a beautiful voice!
  • Feist: Thanks, Dad.
  • Awkward Guy #2: You're so pretty!!!
  • Feist: ...Thanks, Dad?
officialbeastieboys: as you can imagine, shit is just fkd up right now. but i wanna say thank you to all our friends and family (which are kinda one in the same) for all the love and support. i’m glad to know that all the love that Yauch has put out into the world is coming right back at him. thank you.

officialbeastieboys:

as you can imagine, shit is just fkd up right now. but i wanna say thank you to all our
friends and family (which are kinda one in the same) for all the love and support.
i’m glad to know that all the love that Yauch has put out into the world is coming right back at him.
thank you.

Clarissa had a theory in those days - they had heaps of theories, always theories, as young people have. It was to explain the feeling they had of dissatisfaction; not knowing people; not being known. For how could they know each other? You met every day; then not for six months, or years. It was unsatisfactory, they agreed, how little one knew people. But she said, sitting on the bus going up Shaftesbury Avenue, she felt herself everywhere; not ‘here, here, here’; and she tapped the back of the seat; but everywhere. She waved her hand, going up Shaftesbury Avenue. She was all that. So that to know her, or any one, one must seek out the people who completed them; even the places. Odd affinities she had with people she had never spoke to, some women in the street, some man behind a counter - even trees, or barns. It ended in a transcendental theory which, with her horror of death, allowed her to believe, or say that she believed (for all her scepticism), that since our apparitions, the part of us which appears, are so momentary compared with the other, the unseen part of us, which spreads wide, the unseen might survive, be recovered somehow attached to this person or that, or even haunting certain places, after death. Perhaps - perhaps.

imall4frogs:

odair:

omfg press alt+the reblog button

praise god bless jesus hallelu

My stars! That’s nifty! :-)

Um. Wow?

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suicideblonde: Among the problems Nabokov’s Lolita poses for the book designer, probably the thorniest is the popular misconception of the title character. She’s chronically miscast as a teenage sexpot—just witness the dozens of soft-core covers over the years. “We are talking about a novel which has child rape at its core,” says John Bertram, an architect and blogger who, three years ago, sponsored a Lolita cover competition asking designers to do better. Now the contest is being turned into a book, due out in June and coedited by Yuri Leving, with essays on historical cover treatments along with new versions by 60 well-known designers, two-thirds of them women: Barbara deWilde, Jessica Helfand, Peter Mendelsund, and Jennifer Daniel, to name a few. They don’t shy away from frank sexuality, but they add layers of darkness and complication. And like Jamie Keenan’s cover—a claustrophobic room that morphs into a girl in her underwear—they provoke without asking readers to abdicate their responsibility. (via Recovering Lolita — Imprint-The Online Community for Graphic Designers)

suicideblonde:

Among the problems Nabokov’s Lolita poses for the book designer, probably the thorniest is the popular misconception of the title character. She’s chronically miscast as a teenage sexpot—just witness the dozens of soft-core covers over the years. “We are talking about a novel which has child rape at its core,” says John Bertram, an architect and blogger who, three years ago, sponsored a Lolita cover competition asking designers to do better.

Now the contest is being turned into a book, due out in June and coedited by Yuri Leving, with essays on historical cover treatments along with new versions by 60 well-known designers, two-thirds of them women: Barbara deWilde, Jessica Helfand, Peter Mendelsund, and Jennifer Daniel, to name a few. They don’t shy away from frank sexuality, but they add layers of darkness and complication. And like Jamie Keenan’s cover—a claustrophobic room that morphs into a girl in her underwear—they provoke without asking readers to abdicate their responsibility.

(via Recovering Lolita — Imprint-The Online Community for Graphic Designers)

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