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A Brief History of the Plastic Pink Flamingo
Today we learned that Don Featherstone, creator of the plastic pink flamingo, died yesterday at the age of 79. From the plastic bird’s birth to its modern perch atop the pyramid of campy Americana, here’s how the hot pink queen of kitsch won over our hearts (and lawns).
what a sad day :-(
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Gustav Klimt; Mother and Child Egon Schiele; Dead Mother I
“Nothing is worth more than laughter. It is strength to laugh and to abandon oneself, to be light. Tragedy is the most ridiculous thing.” Frida Kahlo (and Chavela Vargas)
“Toe to toe” - so many color changes in upper left since last night, tonight ye olde stack of books atop
how does naming depression as a physical ailment, absolve us a society of culpability for suicide? How does immediately leaping into a medicalized dialogue around individual mental health allow us to avoid discussing the fact that we have created social environments that make us suicidal? Suicide is always a tragedy, but it also often a message, a message that points to injustice and suffering in the world that has everything to do with the way we treat each other. When we look at anyone’s suicide and say, ‘'that happened because of a mental illness, this person died of illness,’‘ we are also saying that said person did not die of abuse, of neglect, of isolation, of horrifying individual circumstance, of social oppression, of the fact that just living in this place and time is very often an incredibly difficult thing.
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HAPPY DIVING & NEVER YOUNG will be embarking on an electric soul groove rock adventure this July throughout the west coast & Canada, come free your mind with us …… …..
Some places are like people: some shine and some don’t.
The Shining (via wendydarling-lightofmylife)
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Unveiling the Mandelbrot Set. Back in the 1970s and 1980s, mathematicians working in an area called dynamical systems made use of the ever-advancing computing power to draw computer images of the objects they were working on. What they saw blew their minds: fractal-like structures whose beauty and complexity is only rivalled by Nature itself. At the heart of them lay the Mandelbrot set, which today has achieved fame even outside the field of dynamics. The Mandelbrot set is a fractal. Fractals are objects that display self-similarity at various scales. Magnifying a fractal reveals small-scale details similar to the large-scale characteristics. Although the Mandelbrot set is self-similar at magnified scales, the small scale details are not identical to the whole. In fact, the Mandelbrot set is infinitely complex. Yet the process of generating it is based on an extremely simple equation involving complex numbers. The Mandelbrot set is an incredible object that equals infinity. It’s really amazing that the simple iterated equation Z = Z^2 + C can produce such beautiful works of mathematical art.
Light My Fire - The Doors (The Doors, 1967)
8 lessons on loving a boy in a history book (alternatively, ‘8 lessons on loving an unknown soldier’) [inspired by jeanann verlee’s vastly superior ‘lessons on loving a prophet’]
i. lie down and realize you have no idea how this ends. start to prepare for uncertainty to wash over you like seawater. soon, the salt on your lips and cheeks will feel like kisses.
ii. get up. when you meet him, his name will mean nothing to you. be aggressive. read and pretend your fingers are tracing skin instead of pages.
iii. wish that you could tell him there’s a place where he can live forever. wish that it was true. console yourself with searching for photographs.
iv. be gentle. wait for the day when waking up feels like part of something bigger.
v. when his eyes speak to you, listen. know that what you don’t know about him could number stars, count dust particles, could drip blood onto the kitchen floor. try and be okay with it, even though your stomach is turning flips.
vi. climb the crumbling walls, scrape your arms while scrambling up the high beach bluffs, wander the now-quiet, sunlit paths over which the hedgerows still tower. hear his voice in the stones, the trees, the rushing water. pledge yourself now, to the act of listening.
vii. fall in love with a boy who hears the voices too. share stories and feel the water you’ve taken in start to evaporate. kiss him until the salt is gone, and let him do the same. keep the memory of it with you.
viii. know that you cannot bring them back to life. know that together, you can try.
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HELLO SMALL COW ARE YOU LOST
His name is Scrappy
Scrappy was born in 1998 as a black cat and only a few years ago he started turning white (maybe vitiligo) and has ended up with this extraordinary pattern.
Photos by ©Scrappy
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