All that power oh my god
Perfect tumble turn
while i am in need of help, i am not forcing you to reblog this nor am i forcing you to read this. but if you can, can you help me? i am currently depressed, and i’m trying to find ways to make myself happy. I figured i might do something like this, see if it works. Reblog this, and i will write your url in this small notebook of mine. Everytime i feel sad or on the edge, i will pick a random url and send that person a thank-you message, or a message for help. i really hope i’m not coming off as attention-seeking uuuu…but i would really appreciate it if there were people to rant to, or seek help from. thank you for your time, and i hope your day goes well!
Sketches from a life drawing session.
First two were 10 minutes, third one was 15, if I remember correctly.
Sketches from a life drawing session
First two were 5 mins, last two were 15, I believe.
Sketches from a life drawing session.
15 and 20 minute poses.
These 3 tweets hit the nail on the head for me.
And with that said, I won’t say anymore about Madiba today. He’s lived a long life. He was 95. He’s now at peace. I just don’t like how the mainstream press is framing his life in a very easy and digestible narrative, but that is to be expected. It really is nauseating to see imperialistic vultures chiming in with their condolences. I mean, we have people who were part of a system that sought to crush Mandela weighing in to tell us about what an exemplary man he was. My words cannot express how disgusting that is, but the show must go on. All that is left is for Dick Chaney and P.W. Botha’s children to start singing Mandela’s praises.
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“ He is now resting. He is now at peace. Our nation hast lost its greatest son. Our people have lost its father.
Nelson Mandela has died, South African President Jacob Zuma announces. (via think-progress)
Nelson Mandela photographed by Eli Weinberg, 1961
Rest in Peace, Madiba !
The Power of Words: Part 2
Is our perception of color determined by our vocabulary?
Words shape the way our minds function. Without words for complex, abstract things like “ideas,” “thought,” “desire,” or “love,” do these things even exist? Without a words to describe the physical things in our lives — chairs, desks, doors — do those objects lose their importance and become just another part of the scenery? [Find out]
What about color? Something as measurable and quantifiable as the spectrum of visible light surely doesn’t vary with our vocabulary.
Not quite. Color is a spectrum. The way we divide it into groups is somewhat arbitrary and largely depends on how many words you know for talking about color. Without words like “pink” or “maroon” isn’t all red just red? This connection between our vocabulary and the way we describe color goes even deeper. Our very perception of the visible spectrum is entirely dependent on the words we use to categorize color.
In northern Namibia a semi-nomadic tribe known as the Himba use a very unique system of classifying color [video here]. In their culture there are five words to describe the visible spectrum. To the Himba, the sky is black, water is white, and the trees are three different kinds of green. These shades of green — obvious to the Himba — appear nearly identical to a westerner, and yet, certain shades of green and blue appear identical to the Himba. Without a word to describe blue, the Himba don’t see blue. Well, not technically — yes, of course, their brains still receive the “blue” part of the spectrum, but without having a word to divide that portion of the spectrum from other areas, “blue” simply goes unnoticed.
The words we use to describe color actually change the way we see color.
So, really, what color is the sky? Ask Homer (the Greek poet) and he’ll call it “bronze.” The Himba call it zoozu, a dark or black color. A toddler might call it white. Is anyone more correct than another? Can we really assign a color to that vast expanse of nothing?
In case you’re still curious, here’s a RadioLab episode to tell you more:
you can now purchase a destroy capitalism banksy print from walmart
non-binary genders date back to ancient egypt if not earlier and yet people still act like they’re some kind of “tumblr trend” like what else from 2000 bc are you not gonna believe in? roads? beer? locks?
Wrapped Aluminum Wire Sculptures by Seung Mo Park.
Regent Bowerbird (Sericulus chrysocephalus) males, species endemic to Eastern Australia
(photos by halex, david woolcock and birdersplayground)