I'm a 29 year old writer, photographer, philosophizer, social observer, nerd, cat herder, and soapbox ranter. Probably a few more adjectives I've forgotten.
I’ll never get why people believe they can have anonymity while posting personal details that would allow them to be found. You cannot have it both ways. You can either be face without a name or a name without a face. You cannot be both. Logically, you cannot have your cake and eat it too.
Musing to myself, I think it has everything to do with the self-entitlement Americans, hell westerners as a whole believe themselves to have. It is owed to them. They can have it all. You don’t like it, complain and you’ll get your way. The losing team gets a trophy. Parents call up secondary schools and universities so their kids don’t fail. The customer is always right. We can do great in life with minimal effort. We can share every aspect of our lives online while hiding in the shadows.
It is the mindset that, “The world has to conform to us on the stop of a dime because we feel nickel and dimed.” Your way of thinking affects us, change it, now. Smokers for instance have to endure cities passing no smoking in public ordinances. I get that it isn’t a great habit, but that is their choice. Why should personal preference be public policy? In a nearby city to me, it costs more to get a ticket for smoking in public than to smoke marijuana in public. Smoking is bad for your health, but it’s legal and that person’s choice.
Moving on. The world doesn’t owe you a damn thing and nor should the public pay you notice when you ask. It is a courtesy not a privilege.
Reblogged from sp00kyb00ty
I’ve just had a really angry day, you know?
Ok, but for real, I am so sick to the back teeth of creepy BBW porn blogs on here. For a lot of us, this is the only space for us to celebrate our bodies, and the last thing we need is some gross neckbeard wading in to “compliment” us by dehumanising us. Yes, my tits are the reason your dick has been pollenated with cheeto dust, what an honour.
Oh, and if your first instinct is to cry “oh well don’t post photos if it’s that much of a problem!” please take it elsewhere, because that shit is some straight-up victim blaming.
Bringing this back because when I painted it a few months ago I had no idea how often I’d have to go back and look at it as a reminder that, hey, I’m not an object for some random internet dude’s pleasure. And DEFINITELY not something to be ordered around because my fat acceptance doesn’t conform to a guy’s narrow views of what it should be.
There is no nice way to chime in on this, but it becomes a question of authorship and the problem that faces every artist. Whether you intend to give it that meaning or not, once something is released into the world, you lose control over it. The meaning you set out with goes beyond you and into the hands of others. It becomes open to interpretation and scrutiny. It becomes something more (or less) than you intended.
A nude photo empowers that person and so they share. Others empathize, some question, while others still find a different meaning all together (that being something to masturbate to). It would be nice to believe the world should think like us, but it is narrow minded to believe that it is a real possibility given the 7 billion permutations walking around the planet.
I am not condoning the dehumanization of a person through sexual desire, however one needs to be privy to the idea that it will happen. It isn’t what you intended, but someone out in the world is using their imagination to fulfill these desires. Erotic nudes can be one of beauty and put the etches on the body into a light it is rarely ever seen it, while conversely someone will miss that vision and see tits, ass, pussy, and dick.
It is two sides of the same coin. Freedom and entrapment. Expression and Voicelessness.
So I just scored an internship working for Milk Studios. I have been applying here for a few years now and it’s a trip having walked in and had the guy pretty much meet me just to say I had the job. Never in my life had that. I was in some tweed pants, light gray long sleeve, and a dark gray vest, carrying a black leather briefcase like bag. I looked like I was there for an executive meeting waiting in the lobby. The employees were in t-shirts and jeans. I pretty much spoke to the guy 5-10 minutes and I got the offer. I’m elated yet cautiously shocked. That moment where I want to feel like a boss, yet it feels so out of character.
I’m rather hard on myself and follow the shortcomings rather than the successes. There’s a photographer who also skates I met over the weekend before a big competition. Super nice guy, works on some fairly big things. I wasn’t expecting him to be as nice as he was to me nor the nicest words I’ve heard in a while:
"Let’s hang very soon! It was an honor to meet you man. I love your work and your humble nature! Funny dude too.. Lol. I’ll be visiting again soon enough. Let’s do work! Remember.. Come out to NJ/NY ANY DAY.. I got you covered."
Wow. Someone honored to meet me? I’m just some shmuck who takes rollerblading photos and he works with Missy Elliot. It’s strange because I don’t see myself as a person of interest. Which accounts for being humble. It’s not that I am humble, I just don’t think I’ve accomplished things worth mentioning, especially in contrast to others in my field. Either way, I don’t brag nor have hubris. Okay, sometimes. It’s just nice to know my work and reputation are better than the things I call myself.
I mean I ended up a regular contributor for my favorite skate magazine. I was asked this past weekend to help film for a competition. They released one video from the event and the second one is going to be almost all my footage. I’ve been in the last 4-5 past issues and had a number of photos/interviews featured online. Pros in the LA area are usually referred to me with the kindest words from my editor, on how good I am. So strange. I don’t see it myself. I remembered when I first started shooting, I looked up to their art director/staff photographer, wondering how he shot then edited his photos. Deconstructing, wondering. And here I am with a style of my own, but very much with the aesthetics I learned from his one photographer. He was influential to me. Last year at the same competition, he had some rather nice things to say about my photos. I was such a little grommet, excited over his simple compliment. I just never thought I’d have ended up working for them.
Much like I never thought I’d work for this photo studio. I never think things will go my way. I have the albatrosses from my upbringing and then some bearing on my shoulders. I’m managing, I’m just going to be surprised at every step of the way.
I find myself in menagerie of thoughts, latent and lost, covered in a morning mist I cannot dispel.
Reblogged from thatweirdgirlyouknow
Why is it being a person of faith just automatically makes you a better person? If you don’t believe, you’re seen as a weak individual who will never be saved. And yet I look at a person of faith as if they’re a schizophrenic, with voices in their head and ideas that defy logic. Their everyday lives are in contradiction to a book written thousands of years ago before the age of reason and science, yet they side with this living fossil full of fancy and fantasy.
Reblogged from thisisnotindia
Twitter responds to EBT shutdown with unhinged classism and racism; the privileged take to the #EBT hashtag and berate the poor for being, well, poor.
From demands that those on food stamps “sell their iPhones for food” to questions regarding “how many babies” women on EBT have “so they can get EBT benefits” — the hashtag is filled with grotesque jabs at poor minority groups (specifically Black people)
TW: White people being nasty
Powerfully stupid people here. One, you can’t get any sort of alcoholic beverage with EBT. Two, there’s a reason the food that isn’t great for you is the cheapest (subsidies and of course you can get more food for less dollar). Three, the assumption is all people on EBT are leeches to the society.
I love how only in America can you be considered lazy, sloven, and downright a charlatan if you cannot work and collect some sort of social aid. It’s to say that if you can’t help yourself, there is something wrong with you. That calvinist work ethic did a number on America. It’s easy to say while we are a topic economic player and hold a strong position as a world power. Wait until that collapses and we end up like Britain. It’s not a surprise that our social programs were instituted during the Great Depression, when the economy is tanked and no one is able to take care of themselves. The British Empire fell and surprise, so did the economy that would give way to their social programs. It will take social-economic collapse for America to once again decide social programs are necessary.
Backtracking, it’s only been a couple hundred years since the western world has addressed the issue of racism. Surprise, we haven’t gotten rid of it. That’s only 8-10 generations. We’ve made great strides, but in what world would we assume it would disappear? We can’t even address the issue of haves and have nots. What makes us think we can broach racism? Which of course, is tied in with social class, work, education, and attitude.
What a slow day! Who wants to converse? Anything and everything up for grabs. Get nerdy with me. Or whatever floats your boat. ^_^
1. Linguistic Intelligence: the capacity to use language to express what’s on your mind and to understand other people. Any kind of writer, orator, speaker, lawyer, or other person for whom language is an important stock in trade has great linguistic intelligence.
2. Logical/Mathematical Intelligence: the capacity to understand the underlying principles of some kind of causal system, the way a scientist or a logician does; or to manipulate numbers, quantities, and operations, the way a mathematician does.
3. Musical Rhythmic Intelligence: the capacity to think in music; to be able to hear patterns, recognize them, and perhaps manipulate them. People who have strong musical intelligence don’t just remember music easily, they can’t get it out of their minds, it’s so omnipresent.
4. Bodily/Kinesthetic Intelligence: the capacity to use your whole body or parts of your body (your hands, your fingers, your arms) to solve a problem, make something, or put on some kind of production. The most evident examples are people in athletics or the performing arts, particularly dancing or acting.
5. Spatial Intelligence: the ability to represent the spatial world internally in your mind — the way a sailor or airplane pilot navigates the large spatial world, or the way a chess player or sculptor represents a more circumscribed spatial world. Spatial intelligence can be used in the arts or in the sciences.
6. Naturalist Intelligence: the ability to discriminate among living things (plants, animals) and sensitivity to other features of the natural world (clouds, rock configurations). This ability was clearly of value in our evolutionary past as hunters, gatherers, and farmers; it continues to be central in such roles as botanist or chef.
7. Intrapersonal Intelligence: having an understanding of yourself; knowing who you are, what you can do, what you want to do, how you react to things, which things to avoid, and which things to gravitate toward. We are drawn to people who have a good understanding of themselves. They tend to know what they can and can’t do, and to know where to go if they need help.
8. Interpersonal Intelligence: the ability to understand other people. It’s an ability we all need, but is especially important for teachers, clinicians, salespersons, or politicians — anybody who deals with other people.
9. Existential Intelligence: the ability and proclivity to pose (and ponder) questions about life, death, and ultimate realities."
Reblogged from nwmorena
Howard Gardner’s seminal Theory of Multiple Intelligences, originally published in 1983, which revolutionized psychology and education by offering a more dimensional conception of intelligence than the narrow measures traditional standardized tests had long applied. (via 4cry)
Matt Smith finally leaving Doctor Who. Oh thank god. I’ve been waiting 2 years for him to leave. We’re back to an older doctor, so let’s see what he can do!
Rather, what Steve Moffat can do. Please don’t screw it up Moffat. Your plots have been spotty, long winded roads to nowhere the last 2 years, so you can’t afford to screw this up. Also, you’re a prick for telling people not to post up sherlock video at comic con or else you won’t do it next year.