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Mike Gong
"Homage to an American Icon, Bob Snodgrass"
High End Glass Blog
towards the end the guy who gets handed the bong is like “the fuck”
this is awesome
Jellies in the sunlight :)
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struggling
idk if i could finish this. but im determined, listening to lupe
THAT PIPE IS SO DOPE
GETTING HIGH WITH MY BABY
the hours have gone from passing to swimming by,
flowing past me in waves of mondays and tuesdays.
i mark down my calender emptily.
the ratio of sharpie to paper is growing.
i get anxious at the thought that my life is 80% potential energy,
and only 5% kinetic.
the other 15% is mostly sitting on a couch or bed with you
either in silence or with a reggae beat or an infomercial in the background.
inhaling a shiver and a high five through a looking glass bong.
you effortlessly make me giggle.
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the sun could be creeping out of every corner of it’s eye, and i would pay it no mind, getting high with my baby.
traffic can cease and birds can abandon the sky, and i wouldn’t think twice, just getting high with my baby.
our bills can tap their impatient feet, and our money be tight, and i would be satisfied, getting high with my baby.
there may be miles between us, with no passion to fight, but even if distance is louder than us, i’ll just laugh and pretend that i’m high with my baby.
FINALLY A PHOTOSET IN ITS ENTIRETY, YES
These intricate and extraordinarily beautiful embroidered silk balls are a form of Japanese folk art called Temari, which means “hand ball” in Japanese. These particular temari are even more impressive because they were handmade by a 92-year-old grandmother in Japan.
"Although she only learned this elaborate skill in her sixties, she has since created nearly 500 unique designs that have been photographed by her granddaughter NanaAkua. Impressive does not even begin to describe this feat of dexterity, imagination and keen eyesight. The difficult process of becoming a recognized temari craftsman in Japan is tedious and requires specific training and testing. This grandmother must certainly be one motivated and talented woman. And if that was not enough to garner your complete admiration, she now volunteers every week teaching others how to make their own temari.”
Temari have been made in Japan since the 7th century and are still highly valued and cherished as gifts symbolizing deep friendship and loyalty. They are traditionally given to children by their parents on New Year’s Day. Mothers place a small piece of paper with a secret goodwill wish for her child inside the tightly-wrapped ball. Alternately, some temari are made as noisemakers by placing rice grains or bells in the center.
Visit My Modern Metropolis to view more of NanaAkua’s photos of her grandmother’s beautiful handiwork and learn more about this stunning Japanese holiday tradition.