May 13, 2013
thestriversrow:

Joshua Bennett X Rudy Francisco. One night only. #gents #scholars Click the flyer for tickets!

thestriversrow:

Joshua Bennett X Rudy Francisco. One night only. #gents #scholars Click the flyer for tickets!

May 12, 2013

kimberly-samantha:

bridmpreg:

alyssaties:

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May 12, 2013
ferrarisheppard:

Tupac talking about the Christmas in this photo http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=ZAmK_xbLHe4

ferrarisheppard:

Tupac talking about the Christmas in this photo http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=ZAmK_xbLHe4

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May 10, 2013

edwardspoonhands:

Google Earth Engine is a joint project between Google and NASA that allows anyone access to a 30 year time-lapse of the surface of the earth. I made a video about how amazing, terrifying, and important it is.

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May 10, 2013

yearsofmagicalthinking asked: Hi :) Do you have a faviourite Toni Morrison book? I've just finished Sula and Beloved and was wondering what to read next.

Without a doubt, you’ve got to read Song of Solomon next. Milkman Dead, more than perhaps any other Toni Morrison character I’ve encountered to date, resonated with me in a major way. 

May 10, 2013
"did our mothers invent loneliness or did it make them our mothers? were we fathered by silence or just looking to explain away this gaping quiet? is it wasteful or wistful to pray for our brothers in a language they never learned? whose daughters are we if we grow old before our mothers, or for their sake? they called our grandfathers the january children, lined up by the colonizer and assigned birth years by height. there is no answer because we come from men who do not know when they were born, because they married women shown to them in photographs, because their children left the country and tried for romance and had daughters full of all the wrong language."

Safia Elhillo, poet (via llapen)

:)

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May 3, 2013
flora-file:

Desert Two Headed Monster 2: Crested Saguaro Cactus (by ellene000)

flora-file:

Desert Two Headed Monster 2: Crested Saguaro Cactus (by ellene000)

May 3, 2013
Notes from Jonah’s Lecture Series by Tanya Olson

Inside the whale, it is as if 
you have always been inside a whale, 
as if there is only inside the whale. 
It is as if there was before the whale 
and now. And in now
you will always be inside a whale… .

Inside the whale, you do not understand 
why you are inside a whale. It is even difficult 
to determine it is a whale. You may recall 
the sea, and the ship, and going over the side, 
but the whale you never saw. (Q: What is 
the hardest angle for identifying whales? 
A: From inside the whale.)

From inside the whale, you cannot guide 
the whale. A whale will do as a whale will do. 
You may throw your body to one side 
or another to try to steer the whale; 
you may attempt to use the power 
of your mind to influence the whale. 
Your mind is of a greater capacity 
than the whale’s mind, but again, 
a whale will do what a whale will do… .

When inside the whale, it is best to be 
inside the whale. Do what you are inside 
the whale to do. Of course, you may use 
only what was with you when thrown overboard. 
No one packs to go inside the whale. 
However, you should not try 
to agitate the whale. It doesn’t help 
if the whale ejects you too far from shore. 
Unfortunately, you have forgotten about shore 
and think there is only inside the whale.

When you find yourself inside a whale, 
meditate and rehearse journeys to 
outside the whale. Know these 
are skills that must be rehearsed 
before needed. Practice the pitch 
in his tenuous rumble, taste the acid 
of his gentle lurp. Consider the feel 
of baleen brushing against skin, 
and the way his rough tongue reopens 
your atrophied, unremembered eyes.

April 25, 2013
won’t you celebrate with me by Lucille Clifton


won't you celebrate with me what i have shaped into a kind of life? i had no model. born in babylon both nonwhite and woman what did i see to be except myself? i made it up here on this bridge between starshine and clay, my one hand holding tight my other hand; come celebrate with me that everyday something has tried to kill me and has failed.

 

April 25, 2013

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