No matter how far wrong you've gone, you can always turn around.
WHAT IS THAT
whaaaaat is that
THAT’S HOW THEY MAKE CAMO???????
hydrographics/water transfer printing!! They take a design and float it on top of water, so they can dip 3D objects so they get the graphic on all edges.
charlie russell spent eleven years in russia’s far east living with and raising grizzly cubs orphaned by poachers. the cubs were being held at a zoo in petropavlovsk that was about to shoot them now that they had outgrown their small cages.
charlie built a small cabin in the foothills of the south kamchatka sanctuary, accessible only by the small plane he built and taught himself to fly, where he raised ten cubs with his partner, and the photographer of these photos, maureen enns. his goal was to see if he could earn the trust of the bears. in this, he was so successful that he was sometimes left to babysit the cubs of other mothers.
charlie’s years of living with the bears was the culmination of a lifetime spent filming and exploring the realities of the grizzlies in the wild, which began with his childhood in alberta’s rocky mountains. he has learned that the bears are not inherently dangerous to humans or unpredictable, but that our fear and distrust of the animal has taught them to fear and distrust us. bears that are given no reason to fear humans are willing to be friendly, he says, but the culture of hunting has made them aggressive.
sadly, one day in 2003, charlie returned to his cabin expecting to find the bears emerging from hibernation only to discover a bear gal bladder hanging on the wall. poachers had killed his cubs and sent him a message to counter the one told by his time in kamchatka. “for people to feel good about killing these animals that i find so wonderful, you have to insist they are dangerous and want to hurt us,” he says.
in the past 100 years, 91 humans have been killed by grizzle bears. in that same span of time, more than 200,000 grizzly bears have been killed by humans. charlie russell is the focus of a pbs nature (on tumblr) episode, 'walking with giants', a bbc ‘natural world’ documentary, 'bear man of kamchatka', and the edge of eden - living with grizzlies
Post-traumatic stress disorder has been on psychiatry’s books for just 23 years, and before the terrorist attacks of Sept. 11, 2001, no one ever entertained the possibility that watching disturbing images of trauma on TV could give rise to the disorder.
The notion remains controversial, but new research suggests that PTSD might indeed be transmitted over the airwaves. The study finds that those who spent more than six hours a day watching media coverage of the April 15 Boston Marathon bombing and its aftermath suffered more powerful stress reactions than did people who were directly involved but watched less news coverage of the events.
The study was published Monday in the journal PNAS.
“and I thought when you have a swimming party always go alone
do not attend show up by yourself don’t show up unless no one is there
swim alone never with a buddy always go in the water by yourself no matter what
they tell you jump off banks even if you know it’s shallow below crack your head
open always swim at night jump in when it’s COLD and you gasp and can’t move
my advice to all is death by water if you have an appointment at dawn a duel
swim to the forest of honor with the moon over your shoulder”
— the battlefield where the moon says i love you, Frank Stanford (via glo-fi)
First they’ll criticize our slang. Make us seem uneducated for using it, when the reality is they’re mad we can code switch. Then they’ll use our slang mockingly. Like they really don’t want to use it, but it’s so absurd they can’t help themselves. Then they’ll make money off our slang, t-shirts, cups, bracelets, etc. Then they’ll convince us it was never really ours. It’s been public domain forever.
Feel free to replace the word “Slang” with neighborhoods, and music too.”
— (via jawnsbejawnin)
I’m not a racist. But I do have a race problem. I finally owned up to it as I was anticipating seeing 12 Years a Slave. In the weeks leading up to its opening in my state of North Carolina, I tried to think of with whom among my friends I could see this film. I have a number of racially and ethnically diverse friends and acquaintances who would love to see it, and yet, I knew I could only see this movie alone or with another dark-skinned person.
Though I was born in North America, I was raised in four other countries on three different continents. I speak English and French. I understand my Nigerian Igbo language. My family has married across ethnicities and cultures—I have in-laws of Arabic, Italian, and Indian descent. I always knew I was Nigerian-American, living between cultures and nuanced identities. But I never knew I was just black until I started spending my adult years living in America. Believe me, now I know.
This is hard to admit. I will hurt the feelings of people I love. But isn’t confession the first step to being reconciled?
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Kill The Music, a true independent record store in Brisbane, is closing its doors for good on January 5th. This is a huge bummer, but now is the time to celebrate the existence of the store instead of mourning its demise.
Store owner, friend, and all-round good guy Paul Voge has this to say about the legacy of Kill The Music:
So, I’m not a big talker about my personal shit when it comes to the shop. But the crazy amount of “love” we have received over the past 12 hours is nuts.
I can’t thank you all enough for giving a shit about this store that has been a HUGE part of my life over the last 7 years. But working the 3 jobs to keep the shop going is just too much for me too handle financially and mentally…keep in mind I’m an old man now. I would love to keep going for another 70 years but we can not afford to make this a reality and this makes me sad and I am sorry.
But this shop made it for 7 years! 7 fucking years!! We had no help from anyone but the “punk rock” community. When we opened record labels in Australia wouldn’t deal with us, ticket companies wouldn’t deal with us, hell even QMusic sent emails to people saying not to support our store…for real!!. (I should post that email one day haha)
But we changed our whole plan and just dealt with people like us, people who gave a shit about the music they were dealing with and the people that they dealt with. Whether that be local Brisbane bands, venues or labels or places all around Australia. Even the distro’s we have been working with in Europe in America that help us get the records or shirts or whatever in your hands.
And “your hands” are pretty much the main part of any store surviving, whether it be for 7 days or 7 years. As cliche as it sounds, it’s true…”without customers who care you are fucked”. And we happened to have some of the best ever and I can not thank you enough. Some of you have spent hundreds or thousands of dollars here…I am forever thankful to you, a lot more than you know. Thank you.
So we all need to be happy that we made it this far. On paper a punk rock store in Brisbane city should last a year and then become a statistic, but with the help of a million awesome people we lasted for what feels a lifetime. So be stoked that we were around, I know I am. As much as the last 6 months have been very stressful for me and my family we are so thankful for the opportunity that Brisbane gave us to be a store. I know my daughter will miss Kill The Music the most, she thinks it a great place for “hide n seek”
So we are going to go out on a happy note, we have some new shirts coming in, some new records…we have New Found Glory doing a signing here tomorrow from 4pm (their 3rd one here). Come in, say hi, buy a sticker a poster, a record..whatever…it all helps us work at getting all the debts we owe closer to one day being gone.
Go show the store some love at their Facebook, or better yet in person (if you can).
RIP Kill The Music, 2006-2014
There will be more of a write up about the store soon, now isn’t the right time though. Come in, say hi, buy a record or shirt and celebrate the store. I know I’ll be making the most of my last shifts there.
paul is really the best dude in brisbane, and somehow remains my friend even though he knew me at 14
Violent Femmes - Kiss Off
I take one, one, one ‘cause you left me
And two, two, two for my family
And three, three, three for my heartache
And four, four, four for my headaches
And five, five, five for my lonely
And six, six, six for my sorrow
And seven, seven for no tomorrow
And eight, eight, I forget what eight was for
But nine, nine, nine for a lost God
Ten, ten, ten, ten for everything, everything, everything