Kids from the Forest Houses, a housing project in Morrisania, the Bronx, looking at an easel, June 16, 1948.
Photo: Irving Haberman via Getty Images

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Kids from the Forest Houses, a housing project in Morrisania, the Bronx, looking at an easel, June 16, 1948.
Photo: Irving Haberman via Getty Images
Happy Bloomsday to you! A quiet celebration of stories as they unfold, of time turning in on itself, of meaning blooming softly in the unnoticed corners of the day.
One year ago today: Florence, Tracey Emin, heat on the stones, a city unfolding at walking pace.
It was a day about walking, eating, and masturbating. But it was also about glancing, tasting, pausing, losing your way, aching, imagining, longing. About studying and worshipping, smelling and remembering, drifting through thoughts, offering yourself to moments, beholding beauty, lingering in it, touching, misreading, forgetting, believing.
And always, always thinking. Thinking as rhythm, as weight, as music running beneath it all.
You can download the digital version of Notes on Sex and Solitude here. #my photos
Stan Laurel was an English comic actor, writer, and film director.
Old Trafford, Manchester, 16 June 2010
50 year anniversary of the Soweto Uprising. Much have changed in South Africa, but I feel like we balanced on the edge of a knife. 32% unemployment, inequality, xenophobia, corruption, most wealth still in the hands of the white minority, and rising organised crime are all threatening the country. I fear if change doesn't come very soon it may ne too late.
Oh, Alexy, you’re so sexy - we say more, more, more & MORE!
Rex Manning, step aside - we’re talking to @RexDanger Man!
Alexander Skarsgård - we want you back on social media! Take back your maiden name! Tease us no more, mon amour! Start posting little love notes & fish pictures for us again.
Let’s make this year’s anniversary of the closing of the @rexdanger account a shout out to Alex for a new season of midsommer mayhem & mischief!
Bring back @rexdanger and make 16 June our official RexDangerMan Day every year!
Thanks to @askarsjustsoswedish for our premium quality RexDangerMan Day banner & gifs. Without her work this post would certainly not be as fun!
Anyone who can get this post to a Skarsgod should ask them to forward this grass roots movement to Alex! We love him, we want him (especially back on social media), we need him, we thirst for him!
@differentcatcat @maxwell-demon @m-f1 @trueblood825 @villageidiotlove @characteristicallyaskars @paradise-sverige @skarsgardsnark @fembroder
Happy Father’s Day to Nanamin because even though he isn’t a dad, he really needs it
I signed up to pick up litter as a volunteer over a year ago. I received some bin bags, a piece of high visible clothing, a pair of gloves, and a reacher. And then I didn't do it for a long time.
I was depressed at the time, but I went on walks sometimes, so I figured I might as well make the environment where I was stretching my legs a little prettier.
I don't know what stopped me. How convoluted the process was, maybe. You had to use an app, which followed where you went litter picking, and then leave the bag somewhere and report it so municipal workers could come and pick it up.
But today I finally did it. I notified my start on the app (and only remembered to switch on my mobile data about half an hour later, but it had thankfully kept track of my route anyway). It took me more than an hour and a full Buffering the Vampire Slayer episode to make it down my street and back, which is less than a kilometre in total.
I had always thought I would do it by the river, where I like to go for a walk, but it makes more sense to do my own street at first. I managed to fill half a bin bag. Empty drink cans, plastic bags, so many Capri-Sun juice pouches, I think part of the plastic protection for a bicycle chain? An enormous amount of cigarette ends, of course. Some pieces of paper.
I hadn't really thought I'd fill enough of a bag with just my street, but I ended up leaving it at the end of my street, made a picture of where, and reported it.
I wonder how quickly they'll come and pick it up.