Their poorly defined terms, confused principles, and sloppy thinking vs. our come on, don't be obtuse, you know perfectly well what I mean
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"I'm Dorothy Gale from Kansas"
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DEAR READER
KIROKAZE

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Not today Justin
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Their poorly defined terms, confused principles, and sloppy thinking vs. our come on, don't be obtuse, you know perfectly well what I mean
Once you start noticing how the incapacity to handle discomfort affects how people live their lives it's actually pretty shocking how it ruins pretty much every conceivable aspect of existence. Interpersonal relationships, romantic and platonic. Career and education opportunities. Your politics Your willingness to go anywhere. The kind of food you eat. The kind of art you expose yourself to and your ability to read it. It's never just one thing, it touches everything, and once you notice it it's like suddenly being able to see germs or something. Just this horrific catastrophe people look at you askance for screaming about. As I grow older and see what became of my friends and peers who could not learn to handle discomfort, the more I'm like. This is a genuine societal issue
Increasing my discomfort tolerance has also been one of the greatest assets to improving my mental health.
“Self-aware” by Sergio Vallés on INPRNT
Wally Dion, Green Star Quilt, 2019 circuit boards, brass wire, copper tube
I SAW THIS IN THE PORTLAND ART MUSEUM! ITS HUGE!
it shimmers like no gemstones i've ever seen: green as malachite and emerald but shot through with opal, gold, copper. photographs can't do it justice because of how it shines, as well as the way the actual material elements have their own dimensions. you can lean in and study all the fine lines of the circuits or step back and admire how the rearranged whole forms new patterns. it's one of the most beautiful creations i've ever seen.
Lionel Smit peintre , sculpteur Sud Africain contemporain
Circe's Palace (1907)
by Maxfield Parrish
[suddenly very embarrassed about walking on my knees for a hundred miles through the desert repenting] [realizing i know nothing about the soft animal of my body] um . does anyone know how to live a life not spent on their knees. asking for a friend.
"no you can't control the computer because uh that would be user unfriendly" <- shit they expect us to believe
it's kind of like we live in medieval times cause everything is mid and evil
There's a book that we had in our house growing up that I was obsessed with as a kid. It was just called "PAKISTAN: PAINTINGS BY LIN YONG AND SU HUA" and it was an art book of 100+ paintings/sketches by two Chinese artists who travelled thru Pakistan in 1978 and 1981, a sort of travelogue of their trip, and to little-kid me, it was some of the most beautiful things I'd ever seen. I have no idea why we had that book, but I would stare at it for hours, and it made me wish I could draw/paint/do whatever it was that these artists had managed to do.
Anyway, we've moved house a bunch of times and I lost track of the book and haven't seen it for probably two decades now. But I think about it now and again, and had struggled to find it over the years, but I finally, finally got my hands on a copy of my own and i want to cry haha
I was afraid that maybe the art isn't as good as I remembered, being just a kid and all, but I cracked it open and nope, it hits me just the way it used to. Maybe even more now. It's so fucking pretty. Have some random pages:
Northern Oman; salwa necklace with a bicycle-reflector centrepiece; mid 20th century
Restaurants as lifestyle brands is one of the worst things to come out of the 2010s. Like the concept of owning a hat of a cafe is almost demented
masaaki miyasako (1951-) racetrack, 2010 (184.5 × 365 cm), mineral pigments on paper
don’t listen to what anyone says the elephant really ties the room together
I'm so disappointed but not surprised at the Bulgarian election results.