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[thehailphoenix]

HUSTLE till your HATERS ask “ IF YOU’RE HIRING ”

[jasminemccarl]

Waste

My obsession with nature started when I was younger. My family took a few camping trips every summer where we would each kayak our way to an island and set up tent for a seven plus days. I am now eighteen and this is still an existing tradition. This, along with having my house set in the heart of a forest, brothers and parents who live for anything adventurous with a hint of adrenaline and every other aspect of my life are all what my love for nature thrives off. Its for this reason and one thousand others why every single person needs to selflessly make an effort to preserve its beauty. This has became a topic so frequently talked about that for a lot of people, it goes in one of their ears and out the other. What many of us are failing to think about though, is why it is something so frequently discussed? Probably because it’s important. We all take time to scroll through Instagram everyday probably to look at pictures of our planet so how about we take the time to choose a glass water bottle instead of plastic, to move a few centimetres and put your recycling in a recycling bin and to treat our planet like the sexy thing it is.

[confessitallunique]

Things I’ve learned about being 20..so far

Being 20 is fucking weird, I could’ve sworn I was 16 like 5 months ago or at least I feel like I am still 16. I wish I would’ve waited to go to the University of Oregon or well at least until I was financially stable. This is where shit gets rough, its like I am at the age where I should be building my finances but please note that I fucking ruined my credit and everything PRIOR to coming. I should’ve made sure that I fixed that shit before I jumped the bus to come here. But fuck me because my ass is already here. SO, what am I going to do to fix it? Well, I am going to try and do everything in my power to make sure that I can fix it. I want to be debt free and start to rebuild my credit by the end of 2017. Boring shit, I know but like I said being 20 is fucking weird because it is like I should but shouldn’t be worrying about this shit. So yeah, if there is anything I’ve learned it is that finances are fucking important.

Another thing I’ve learned is that I’m technically a grown up, kinda fucking sorta because I still want my parents to pay for everything and schedule my appointments. (lol I also call for permission sometimes but yeah fucking weird) My parents see it as I am 20 so I am more or less able to take care of myself?? Like hello guys, I AM A BROKE BITCH THAT STILL NEEDS YOU, DON’T CUT ME OFF PLS. I can barely make it to my 8 a.m’s on time and you expect me to be able to be a grown up? Psh, yeah right.

Also, I’ve learned that time does indeed fly by so I need to really cherish those around me. I am currently regretting every time I was 10 or 9 or whatever and would say “wow I can’t wait until I am 20″ because lord knows I would go back to being 10 or whatever and do so much differently. I think I am starting to realize that I shouldn’t dwell on the “what if’s” along with the “I would’ves” because that too holds me back from “living”.

I don’t know, maybe I just think too much but I know I am so afraid of what’s to come. Although, I know in the end I will be alright.

[elliesculture-blog]

Journey On Jura

           George Orwell’s book 1984 is sometimes referred to as “The master piece that killed George Orwell. This novel came to be one of the most significant novels of the 20th century however this novel did not come easily to the talented author. Orwell was extremely ill and while on a remote island in Scotland named Jura. Before this move he dealt with the war and premature death of his wife, which led to him being a single parent of his adopted son. All of these were found to be struggles he had to overcome while writing the book, along with creative blocks and his need for perfection, which led to hundreds or rewrites. After writing through his illness at an extreme pace he finally finished the novel that he was so pressured to complete. The book was published in 1949 and was instantly seen as a masterpiece. However the reason why George Orwell fought through his tuberculosis and was so pressured to complete this book before a untimely death was because he knew that it would be a masterpiece, he knew this novel could create awareness and get people to think in different way. Prior to his journey on Jura Orwell wrote a letter explaining his thesis three years before actually writing the book. In this letter he explains how Hitler will soon disappear, however it will strengthen the other leaders of the world such as Stalin and the Angelo-American millionaires. He touches on the fact that national movements tend to take non-democratic forms and group themselves around a “superhuman.” He speaks on his fears of two or three super states that would be unable to conquer one another. He worries that even the purpose of ballistics could be thrown out the window. My takeaway from this letter is that he took all of his greatest fears and the direction that he was so terrified the world was heading in and he created his society in 1984. He wanted to show people what the future could be, he realized the damage we were doing was reversible but not until people could see how bad the consequences of there actions could be. The reactions of 1984 tend to vary, however many our shocked they could never imagine living in such a society. But that is exactly how Orwell wants people to react. He wants them to be afraid of the totalitarianism system that is shown in the book so that they will reverse any actions that could lead to such outcome.

[sseneriz]

This week I’ll put the spotlight on this beauty.. Tom Carnase’s cover design for the book, The Fascinating History of Beards Through the Ages, or rather, the spotlight on the typographical treatment he did on the term “BEARDS.”What Mr. Carnase did is an example of visual language (in the world of graphic design), “refers to the character and significance created by carefully selected typography.” C. Knight, J. Glaser When Typography Speaks Louder Than Words

   Some may view that making images out of type may appear childish, but Mr. Glaser puts it beautifully that, “Clever graphic designers love to use typography to explore the interactions between the look of type and what type actually says.” Which is what Mr. Carnase successfully executed with the word, “BEARDS.” I’m not certain if he used a pre-made display typeface or he generated one himself, but regardless, he used this display typeface to his advantage. Reason being is usually one equates beards to be full and curly-like, so he was wise in his typeface choice because this is bold (a lot of volume) and this typeface’s Finials are have a “swash” feel to them (curliness of beard). I’d also like to point out that Mr. Carnase had all the characters tightly kerned that the “e” is overlapping the “a,” but it is not a distraction because it helps to develop the visual language of making the word “beards” look like a curly, majestic beard. 

Photo of Carnase’s piece was found on Pinterest

[rblumenthal317-blog]

Discussion Board #2

This is a picture of myself and someone who is now a stranger. I have not spoken the woman holding me in this photo since the day it was taken and, if we’re being honest, I was so young, I’m sure we hadn’t said much to one another that day either.

Both of my parents grew up in Southern New Jersey, close enough to the beach that throughout their summers, they would acquire jobs operating small rides and serving slices of pizza on the boardwalk. They had lived in the same neighborhoods for their whole lives. Gone to school with the same kids for their whole lives. And most of those they graduated with remained there, their whole lives.

My parents didn’t. When I was four, and my brother two, they decided it was time they pack up and move across the country to Arizona. This photo was taken our last day in the house with blue walls and green carpet. That is my only real memory of New Jersey – the clashing aesthetics of my early childhood home.

We didn’t have any family in Arizona. In fact, only my father had ever been as far west. My mother had ventured to California’s beaches or parks. Everything was brand new for them. The weather, the scorpions, the excessive dirt.

It was new to me in the way that everything is new to a four year old. I was hardly even aware of the fact that I had been on a plane, must less flown cross-country. Regardless of my oblivion, it was a significant moment in my family’s history.

I didn’t have a tragic childhood. I remained that smiling young girl in the photograph for a majority of my childhood. In this way, I believe the image “frames” me appropriately. In addition to this, however, I find that I have a look in the dark eyes of that photograph that shows that I knew I was loved. That felt loved.

Once we moved, my parents no longer had their network of friends that came over regularly. My mother had me a young age and much of my early rendering had involved multiple of her (and my father’s) friends. Losing that, we achieved a strange independence – where my mother stayed home while my father worked and we operated as an isolated unit. In a way where we didn’t know any of our neighbors and didn’t seek those relationships the way we had in Jersey.

While I was too young at the time to understand that kind of loneliness, I realize in hindsight that it affected our family dynamic. This strongly influenced my own construction of a functioning family dynamic. And this photo does a great job exemplifying that transition.

Upon moving to Chandler, Arizona, there are no photographs of me sitting on friends’ laps or celebrating holidays in a communal style. My birthday parties consisted of my friend’s from school and a few of my father’s friends from work – whom I had to introduce myself to each time. They never came around often enough to pay much attention to the children.

This transition was significant in a multitude of ways. While it changed the course for how I was raised, it also posed many challenges for my parents. We’ve adapted since then and I have two 11 year old siblings, who know nothing besides the hot deserts and six-person Christmas dinners. But now and again, when they begin to reminisce on our lives back in Jersey, there’s a hint of loneliness. A hint of regret, for leaving as much as we did behind.

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[lostoraine]

Is anyone there...?

[happinesstranslation-blog]

My Claim

Due to the fact that animals lose more than they gain while in captivity, they should not be kept in captivity for any reason other than for the purpose of helping them reproduce or to reintroduce them back into the wild. Animals should never be kept in captivity for any reason that does not have to do with bettering them.