The Stonewall Inn
Sade Olutola

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Love Begins
"I'm Dorothy Gale from Kansas"

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One Nice Bug Per Day

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Not today Justin
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Cosmic Funnies
noise dept.

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Lint Roller? I Barely Know Her
we're not kids anymore.
Sweet Seals For You, Always

titsay
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@fibrofuck
November 13, 1903 Rilke and Andreas-Salomé: a love story in letters (1897-1926)
candles, both sacred and sexy
Harpers Bazaar Italia #21 2025 - Awar Odhiang by Juergen Teller
Pozega-Slavonia, Croatia
GARETH PUGH FW2016
puttering around the house is an underrated form a self-care. make some tea or coffee. put on a podcast. sort the mail. tidy some pillows and fold some blankets. start the laundry. thaw some soup. just casually wander around aimlessly doing little things to make your space and life a little nicer. who cares if you get distracted or only do a little. you aren't being productive. you're puttering.
when I was in college in the 1990s I took a document design course and we had to go talk to an archivist at the university library
the library had a single page from a gutenberg bible (the bible had been damaged by fire and the remaining undamaged pieces cut apart and sold) and a CD sitting next to each other
we looked at the bible page, marveling at this 500+ year old page with its neatly set type, carefully kept under a sheet of glass to protect it
and then she held up the CD and pointed out that in 500 years, if a CD could even last that long, it was unlikely we'd possess the technology to read it
and we all got very quiet and look at the book page for a long time
and is evidenced by the fact I'm telling you about this almost 30 years later, I have never forgotten that blank-looking shiny piece of plastic sitting next to a beautiful, ancient piece of paper that someone pressed words into with a machine and left for me to read, hundreds of years before I was born.
friendly reminder that unemployment does not measure how many people are unemployed, it measures how many are unemployed and still considered part of the economy (i.e. actively looking for a job). unemployment is indeed at the lowest it has been (4.1 percent) since it peaked in october 2009 (10 percent), but the labor force participation rate, a more accurate measurement, is at the lowest it has been (62.7 percent) since the crisis began (at 66 percent), and, in fact, since the last recession in the seventies. this means that while 2 million or so jobs were “created” in 2017, approximately 8.5 million people have “left the economy,” in other words, given up on trying to find a job, since the beginning of the crisis. those 8.5 million people are a larger unemployed population than that counted in the unemployment rate, which is made up of 6.6 million people. together, the actual unemployment rate is roughly 9.4 percent, in other words, barely better than it was at the peak of the crisis in october 2009. this is what’s meant by a “jobless recovery”
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girl-fight club. 1940’s.
Arabesque / Étude cinégraphique sur une arabesque (1929)
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Director: Germaine Dulac
“Cinema is the art of motion and by this I mean the progression of life itself with both its onrush of external events and the inner workings of the spirit which cause them. Everything around us is in motion, all the unknowable things, all the events both perceptible and imperceptible.
“We are carried away by motion both physically and spiritually, and it is this wild race of our souls, of our bodies, of the world we live in that forms the true essence of cinematic thought.”
— “Cinema, An Art of Spiritual Nuances” by Germaine Dulac - Cinea-cine pour tous, January 1925, trans. Scott Hammen
the trees told me all sorts of secrets this fall