Showing posts with label revolution. Show all posts
Showing posts with label revolution. Show all posts

Thursday, April 14, 2011

Something more

I recently watched Examined Life again. For those who haven't seen it, it's a documentary about modern philosophy with brief interviews with the some of the world's best living philosophers. They all wax poetic about the idea of ethics and the human existence as it applies to the modern man, and it's kinda heavy stuff. Once again, I was overcome with some confusing emotions, particularly related to the things one Peter Singer had to say. This is Peter Singer.

To summarize a life's worth of work, he has committed himself to educating people on what it means to be a good human. In doing so, he asks some hard questions of his listeners. Here. See for yourself.



It isn't in this clip, but in the movie he references a moral conundrum that he likes to pose to people who attend his lectures. It goes something like this: You are walking on a path and you see that a little distance from where you are standing there is a small pond. In the pond a child is flailing about, clearly in danger of drowning. There is no one else around. What would you do? He said everyone said they'd save the child. Now, suppose that in this same scenario, you are wearing $200 shoes. The child is still drowning and without your help, the child will surely die. There is no physical risk to you, but in order to help, you will surely ruin your shoes. Would you still save the child? Of course, once again, people always answer yes. Forget the shoes, they say. A child's life is much more important. So then, he asks, how can you justify spending the money on the shoes in the first place when $200 would go a long way in medical aid and the like? If the money we spend on material items could be used to literally save the lives of people who are unable to help themselves, how can we justify our spending? I keep thinking it over and I can't come up with an answer that justifies my selfishness. So, that being said, I have decided to look for ways to help. I'm researching charities right now and looking for places where my money and my volunteerism will help people who cannot help themselves. Any ideas? I am open to anything, but I'd love something where me and my son could both get our hands dirty. He's five, so something related to children would probably prove the most beneficial for us both.

Also, as a side note, I've been toying with the idea of writing fan mail. I've never actually sent a letter of the sort, but I keep thinking about it. Being that he has inspired me to change my ways, I'm going to write a letter to Mr. Peter Singer himself. I'll let you know how it goes. Stay tuned!

Friday, April 16, 2010

It is time


The time has come my little ones to talk of many things.
Of BigMacs and wine,
Of two days off,
Of cabbages and kings.


But for real, I needed this. That's a preemptive thank you to the universe for allowing my upcoming mini roadtrip to be many wonderfuls.

Sunday, November 15, 2009

If you got it, better crop it


In honor of pioneers in the field who have gone before us, I present to you:


CROPTEMBER

*December 2009.
*Me.
*A crop top every calendar day.
*Pictures to prove it.



Stay tuned. I think this could be huge.


P.S. I know, I know. Croptober sounds better but I just thought of it today.
P.P.S. Who's coming with me???

Sunday, November 8, 2009

I should probably call this "I have a drinking problem." Or maybe "I have an imagination problem." But I'll settle for "I Have a Dream."

I had a lucid dream last night. Probably the most extensive one I've ever had. I was at work and things were weird. The uniforms were different and some coworkers that had quit years ago were working. I thought 'Shit. A lot has changed in a week.' Then I saw Michelle Clark who is a girl from high school with the same birthday as me. Since she still lives in my hometown, when I saw her, I knew I was dreaming and I said out loud* 'If I'm dreaming, then I'm gonna fly, you guys!' So I did. I flew all over and felt happy and proud of myself. The shitty part was that I spent the whole time looking for someone. I kept thinking 'It's your fucking dream. Manifest!' but I couldn't find them anywhere. When I woke up I was mad at Ashley for letting me drink so much. One line from Skeelo's I Wish was repeating itself in my head:

Even in my dreams I can't scheme a way to make you mine.




That is all.




*I said it aloud in my dream. I'm not sure if I said it aloud in my bedroom. I'd ask Jack (my boo) but that's how I got in trouble in the first place.

Saturday, October 3, 2009

Thursday, September 24, 2009

When something good comes your way...

...and it's so unexpected but it just fits and you wonder where it came from, well, maybe it came from here:



How could you resist it?

Tuesday, September 22, 2009

I heard...

Brit Brit was at my work today. I didn't see her, but remember when she did this?


And this?


That's when I realized there was a little Whitney in Britney. I know I'm supposed to obsess over someone more indie, like her



or her


and, don't get me wrong, they're lovely, but can a girl have a guilty pleasure?

Friday, September 11, 2009

Teaching Myself to Draw Part 3



And in case this is weird out of context:




P.S. One day, we'll all awaken our red-wig-wearin' inner Congradulashayla and the revolution will begin.

Tuesday, September 8, 2009

My life as a social experiment

I've been taking my breaks in the park by the library for sometime now. Some days it is just me and the pigeons. Some days there are other humanoids. Today, there are 9 men of various levels of apparent junkie-ism, ranging from Business Junkie (see inset) to For Real For Real Junkie (see other inset; allow yourself to imagine the heroin nod).








The experimentation comes in the form of a certain baby blue dress, frilly apron and super high Chucks (see super hot inset.). Suffice to say, my slutty uniform brings all the boys to the yard.


I think it's time to get a real job. Any ideas?

Monday, April 13, 2009

Help!

I need a break. I need a housekeeper. I need coffee and a snack and a vacation and someone to do my homework.

And wallpaper.

I'm perusing right now. My room WILL be two lovely shades of peach. Which of these wallpapers should I choose?

Flowers?


Gold Foil?


Pretty birdies?


Sexy naked lady?


Or my personal fav-- foil roosters?!


What say you??

Wednesday, March 11, 2009

Obsessed I am.

Not to be the bearer of bad news (again) but there are a bunch of little kids out there just totally being better than you. And I don't mean kids like 20-somethings with Peter Pan syndrome that collect the toys/tees/haircuts of their childhood. I mean actual children. Normally, my intent is to bring you up, so I hope you can derive some inspiration from this:


tavi-thenewgirlintown.blogspot.com/




Tavi is a 12 year old with a better closet and vocab than you. Plus she looks a whole lot like Michelle Williams, which can't hurt. (RIP Heathus!)

(Thanks, B!)

Monday, March 2, 2009

Another kid who is cooler than me.

Solveig is a 10 year old from the UK who people are calling the next Banksy. Banksygirl? Probably not, but homegirl is still way cooler than me. Look at her ish.

Oh yeah. And the first pic is her giving a tattoo.





Sunday, March 1, 2009

For dirty minds.



The Reverse Graffiti Project makes me happy. Thank you.

(Thanks, Vanessa!)

Tuesday, February 3, 2009

Street Artist/Photographer JR takes Kenya






This shit is amazing. French photographer JR took photos he'd taken of Kenyan women, supersized them, and covered the roofs of a Kenyan village with them. Apparently, JR's recent work has been focused on documenting women from around the world. The second photo is crazy! The bottom half of the faces are on the hill and the eyes are on a train so when it passes, it makes the faces whole. Check it all out yourself at http://28millimetres.com/women/?ke.

Saturday, January 31, 2009

I made this.


WELCOME from Michael Nason on Vimeo.

Psych. I just dreamed it once, I think. Mike Nason made it. I don't know him, but I bet I could love him. Looks like Tim and Erik.