This is no simple reform. It really is a revolution. Sex and race because they are easy and visible differences have been the primary ways of organizing human beings into superior and inferior groups and into the cheap labour in which this system still depends. We are talking about a society in which there will be no roles other than those chosen or those earned. We are really talking about humanism.
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10 ways to be everyday creative by blue bicicletta
via Indiefixx
I totally do most of these =)
Cutest ever, yay love, yay earth
An Almanac of Human Emotion – a fascinating time eater I highly recommend checking out
When you start to know someone, all their physical characteristics start to disappear. You begin to dwell in their energy, recognize the scent of their skin. You see only the essence of the person, not the shell. That’s why you can’t fall in love with beauty. You can lust after it, be infatuated by it, want to own it. You can love it with your eyes and your body but not your heart. And that’s why, when you really connect with a person’s inner self, any physical imperfections disappear, become irrelevant.
I still don’t know how to make small talk that isn’t awkward.
I still don’t know how to graciously receive gifts.
I still don’t know how to talk to cute boys without getting nervous and saying odd things.
I still can’t parallel park very well.
I still can’t consistently cook good rice.
I still have troubles getting up the nerves to call people.
I still think about you much more than I should.
I still care what people think about me.I’m growing up. I’m still learning. I’m figuring out how this all works.
But I’m still not there yet.
This spoke to me months ago when I first saw it, and it still does, maybe even more now that I’m living on my own-or almost own-you know what I mean.
Art is a reflection of human nature, he said. It is beautiful, and awful. It is simple, and it is incomprehensible. Art is the process of taking things apart to see how they work, and it is the process of breaking things to remind us how fragile they are. He sat on the edge of my couch, drinking a glass of water, and he said that we were creating an atmosphere that would retain the radiation reflecting off the surface of the earth. We were melting the edges of the ice caps, cooling down the northern seas. We were slowing the Gulf Stream, dramatically changing the way the environment behaved. He grabbed my shoulder and said, Isn’t art supposed to move you? Isn’t it supposed to shake you by the hair and say “Aren’t you afraid?”
He said art isn’t just for your benefit, or mine. Art can be a lesson that we leave behind, a horrible warning instead of a shining example. Art, he said, isn’t your little paintings and comic books. Art is the meteor that wiped out the dinosaurs
I’ve been working on fonts lately
I can project! Wheeee! Treasure Island starts tomorrow, you all better be there 😉