400-year-old church Re-emerges From Beneath Mexican Reservoir
A 16th-century church built by Spanish colonists has remerged from beneath a reservoir in the south of Mexico. View the stunning photographs below.
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400-year-old church Re-emerges From Beneath Mexican Reservoir
A 16th-century church built by Spanish colonists has remerged from beneath a reservoir in the south of Mexico. View the stunning photographs below.
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I understand, all right. The hopeless dream of being - not seeming, but being. At every waking moment, alert. The gulf between what you are with others and what you are alone. The vertigo and the constant hunger to be exposed, to be seen through, perhaps even wiped out. Every inflection and every gesture a lie, every smile a grimace. Suicide? No, too vulgar. But you can refuse to move, refuse to talk, so that you don’t have to lie. You can shut yourself in. Then you needn’t play any parts or make wrong gestures. Or so you thought. But reality is diabolical. Your hiding place isn’t watertight. Life trickles in from the outside, and you’re forced to react. No one asks if it is true or false, if you’re genuine or just a sham. Such things matter only in the theatre, and hardly there either. I understand why you don’t speak, why you don’t move, why you’ve created a part for yourself out of apathy. I understand. I admire. You should go on with this part until it is played out, until it loses interest for you. Then you can leave it, just as you’ve left your other parts one by one.
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SANTA CLAUS: You know I have to work. We decided this hundreds of years ago. We do Thanksgiving with your family, and I work on Christmas. MRS. CLAUS: I know, but Claire just had the new baby.… SANTA CLAUS: I know she had the baby. He’s on my list and my News Feed is full of her updates about him. MRS. CLAUS: And you want me to miss seeing his eyes light up when he sees his first presents? SANTA CLAUS: Who do you think brings the presents, Camille? I do. Me.
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Philip Jenkins “Purple: Study 3 (for Mark Rothko)”
from Typewriter Poems (1972), an anthology of typewriter-based visual poetry edited by Peter Finch
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New Yorkers Aren't Rude. You Are.
And I mean that title with the utmost of respect.
I’ve been a denizen of this fair[ly crappy] city my entire life, in one way or another. I spent some time in LA during college, but don’t worry, I got over it. The one thing, though, that I’ve consistently heard from around the US is that New York is a rude city.
This is, I feel, based on a fundamental misunderstanding of what this place is.
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“So we meow on, cats against the current, paddling back ceaselessly into the past.”
I’m tired of seeing white people treating poor countries as if they were their very special emotional playground.
Racists travel to under developed countries under the guise of ‘appreciating their culture’ or ‘searching for themselves’ (whatever that means) or any other seemingly thoughtful premise.. They enjoy the ‘exotic’ foods, marvel at the ‘exotic’ landscapes, snap photos (without asking first) of those very ‘exotic’ natives.
They have profound revelations about how in the western world we have much more commodities than necessary, and how these poor rural simpletons are so happy with the little they own, cause they’re blissful savages, much less complex than the average white US citizen.
Some of them even manage to say utterly disrespectful stuff (e.g.’oh look at these people living in the middle of nowhere’ (cameron diaz) or that ‘they defecate in the woods ‘hunched like animals’ (drew barrymore) and the worst part is, they don’t even seem to realize.
… Then they go back to their countries, with a serious white savior complex, and show all their relatives photos those wonderful, smiling exotic natives, just before complaining about illegal immigrants taking all their jobs.
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