Te Occidere Possunt Sed Te Edere Non Possunt Nefas Est
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“It’s hard to imagine more sustainable local game — squirrels are abundant, far from endangered, and don’t even require refrigeration the way that...
I need this shirt.
Hayley Lever
Fishing Boats, St. Ives
Oil on canvas, 6 1/4 x 9 inches
Signed lower left: Hayley Lever
that’s disconcerting
ONCE WE WERE MORTAL ENEMIES, BUT NOW WE HAVE UNITED AGAINST A COMMON ENEMY
ONWARD, MY ROOMBA STEED
WE...
This motorcycle has taken me from home to the bay up Highway 1, and to (and through) Death Valley. It hit the ton at El Mirage, high sided me on the...
Mother Jones (LOC) by The Library of Congress on Flickr.
“the most dangerous woman in America”
The seven cards of Madame Sosostris Tarot spread in T.S. Eliot’s The Waste Land…
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Collect DNA Of Men Visiting Prostitutes?
A group called Demand Abolition is trying to convince the government to start collecting DNA evidence on people arrested for soliciting prostitutes. Cenk Uygur and Ana Kasparian talk about the story and discuss their opinion on whether or not DNA evidence should be collected. Tell us in the comment section below whether or not you think DNA evidence should be collected from these John’s?
OneSwarm is a new peer-to-peer tool that provides users with explicit control over their privacy by letting them determine how data is shared. Instead of sharing data indiscriminately, data shared with OneSwarm can be made public, it can be shared with friends, shared with some friends but not others, and so forth. We call this friend-to-friend (F2F) data sharing.
Punch Brothers - You Are (This song is fucking wonderful)
About a year from now I wake up
in the arms of who I want,
Without the need to hide our nakedness
in pure and holy thought,
but rather blessing thrice the shutters never closed,
the bed still made,
the early afternoon as morning “Mmm” as
“Hey, are you awake?”
You take my love and my lust,
cold clock my mind out,
turn in my keys to the kingdom,
and lip-lock my body down.
You are, you are, you are to me like a very, very wild thing.
These are, these are to me like the games I played
before I heard they weren’t safe
to play. You are to me like a very, very wild thing.
About a year from then I say “Goodnight!” and kiss, kiss, kiss the phone
to sleep the sleep of one who finally wouldn’t rather sleep alone.
You take my love and my lust,
cold-clock my mind out,
turn in my keys to the kingdom
and lip-lock my body down.
You are, you are, you are to me like a very, very wild thing.
These are, these are to me like the games I played
before I heard they weren’t safe
to play. You are to me like a very, very wild thing.
You take my love and my lust,
cold-clock my mind out,
turn in my keys to the kingdom
and lip-lock my body down.
You churn my blood as it boils,
raise a cream,
and white-wash my fear away.
God, if I don’t stop now I know
this won’t be half of
what it’s gonna take.
You are, you are, you are to me
like a very, very wild thing.
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Max Beckmann Journey on the Fish 1933
…On the table gaily set, behold, within the dish,
the fishes’ queer countenance.
Fish are mute … so one thought. Who knows?
Is there not a place where the language of the fish,
in their absence, is at last in common parlance?…—
Rainer Maria Rilke, from “The Sonnets to Orpheus,” 1922
wearing shoes and drinkin booze, it goes against the bible, a necktie will make you die and cause you lots of trouble, streetcars and whiskey bars and kissing pretty women - women, yeah, that’s the end of terrible beginning…
cornbread and butter beans and you across the table, eating beans and making love as long as I am able,
hoeing corn and cotton too, and when the day is over, ride the mule, and cut the fool, and love again all over.
MIA’s new video for Bad Girls is so cool.
I’ve been having an MIA dance party in my room, all night long.
Juan Manuel Castro Prieto, Jeune fille Surma, Éthiopie, 2005
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The Mixtec band Pasatono from Oaxaca, consisting of Rubén Luengas Pérez on bajo quinto, Patricia Garcia López on violin, and Edgar Serralde Mayer on percussive jug (not sure what it’s called!), play the song ‘El Maromero.’
“Common sense and a sense of humor are the same thing, moving at different speeds. A sense of humor is just common sense, dancing.”
William James (via libraryland)
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