YOU HAVE VANQUISHED ME, MIGHTY BEAST
Cub: DAD STOP
Cub: DAD OH MY GOD
Lion: REMEMBER WHO YOU ARE…
I already reblogged this but the caption on this one is wayyyy better
Reblogged from The Aimless Musings of a College Senior.
Somewhere outside El Paso, Texas
The Black Train Bridge at Executive Center at Paisano.
Reblogged from Real Nitty Gritty.
My Border City. El Paso, TX.
Photos by Dejeanne Doublet.
Reblogged from Real Nitty Gritty.
The most important invention in the kitchen since jarred mayonnaise… [Crisco] Ain’t just for frying. You ever get a sticky something stuck in your hair, like gum?…That’s right, Crisco. Spread this on a baby’s bottom, you won’t even know what diaper rash is…shoot, I seen ladies rub it under they eyes and on they husband’s scaly feet…Clean the goo from a price tag, take the squeak out a door hinge. Lights get cut off, stick a wick in it and burn it like a candle….And after all that, it’ll still fry your chicken.
Image Source: National Maritime Museum, Greenwich: The pirate Mary Read, nineteenth-century print
What we admire in pirates—at least our fictional pirates—is that they so enjoy their villainy. They’re not sly or covert or subtle. Everything about them is over-the-top, histrionic: they glory in their infamy. While most of us drag ourselves through the daily dullness of our lives, they swagger, they pirouette, and, in the case of Captain Hook, even dance a tarantella. Like the trailblazer and the gunslinger, the pirate represents a New World ideal of freedom—a proud renegade living by his wits and his daring.
Of course, pirates were historically crude, vicious, and bloodthirsty—qualities that the two recent TV series Black Sails and Crossbones have certainly dramatized (or melodramatized). Neither show is particularly remarkable—Crossbones, which starred John Malkovich as Blackbeard living in hiding from the British Navy, has since been cancelled after only one season, and Black Sails, a historical drama devised as a prequel to Robert Louis Stevenson’s Treasure Island, is mostly an aimless welter of sex and violence.
The New York saga of one of the original “Mad Men.”
McCauley (“Mac”) Conner (born 1913) grew up admiring Norman Rockwell magazine covers in his father’s general store. He arrived in New York as a young man to work on wartime Navy publications and stayed on to make a career in the city’s vibrant publishing industry. The exhibition presents Conner’s hand-painted illustrations for advertising campaigns and women’s magazines like Redbook and McCall’s, made during the years after World War II when commercial artists helped to redefine American style and culture.
Co-sponsored by The Modern Graphic History Library at Washington University in St. Louis and the Rockwell Center for American Visual Studies.
If any writer might have been receptive to Amazon’s call to arms, it would be Mishka Shubaly. Mr. Shubaly was a remorseless alcoholic who finally pulled his life together five years ago. He began writing for Amazon’s Kindle Singles line, which publishes long digital narratives. Mr. Shubaly’s account of his redemption through running, as well as other episodes from a colorful life, won a receptive audience from readers. His six Kindle Singles have earned him more than $200,000.
"I will never be able to adequately express my gratitude to Amazon," the writer said. "If Jeff Bezos called me in the middle of the night and asked me to move a dead body, I would do it.”
And yet. Mr. Shubaly, 37, hails from the punk rock tradition, which means suspicion of capitalism is in his blood. “I’m a fan of small independent businesses,” he said. “The more variety of bookstores and booksellers out there, the better.”
So when Amazon sent the email asking him to march on Hachette, he deleted it after reading only a few paragraphs.
“I think ambivalence is the only proper response that a writer can have to this dispute,” said Mr. Shubaly, who is now writing a memoir for PublicAffairs. Hachette said this summer that it was buying a group of smaller publishers including PublicAffairs, but the deal fell apart.
Illustration for “All The Good Guys Died” in Cosmopolitan, January 1951. © Mac Conner (Courtesy of the artist)
Read it again: EVERY. SINGLE. REPUBLICAN. Yes, that includes women.
SSDD. Not surprised in the least. Including that women voted against this, too. GOP only cares about lining its pockets, fuck the rest of us.
Reblogged from I need you like water in my lungs..
First posted last year; apparently needs to be posted again.
Reblogged from I Love Charts.
(via Kristy Mitchell Creates a Wonderland in Honor of Her Mother)
Even with these meager resources, Kristy made it work using her training in “Costume for Performance” from the London College for Fashion as well as her background in art history, photography and fine art. She created elaborate costumes hand sewn, painted, and otherwise glued together. After producing the costumes Kristy would then take her intricately dressed models out for a photo shoot in the woodlands near her Surrey home.