disorder:

when you want to ask a question in class but you don’t want to sound stupid

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Aries: Weekly (Starting on August 25)

thezodiaczone:

Monday and Tuesday return you to very typical early-in-the-week terrain. The days unfold in your imagination with some amount of dread — you worry about the things you have to do, the people you have to call and forgetting to do this or that. But there’s no need to fret, because sheer competence…

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The man who does not read good books has no advantage over the man who can’t read them. - Mark Twain
anarchacannibalism:

anagrammaton:

shsl-kouhai:

residentmadscientist:

kidinabearsuit:


An escaped sheep was found with 60 pounds of wool.
Shrek the sheep ran away and hid in a cave in New Zealand for 6 years. When Shrek was finally found in 2004, the sheep had gone unsheared for so long that it had accumulated 60 pounds of wool on its body, enough to make 20 suits! The sheep became famous and even got to meet the Prime Minister. Shrek finally passed away last month at the age of 16.

Its name was Shrek.

too many layers

FUCK

remember when the largest māori protest of all time was held and people walked on foot literally from all across the country to protest the continued government theft of māori land and our ‘leftist’ prime minister refused to meet them, despite meeting this fucking sheep on the steps of parliament literally the day before because i dofuck this sheep


oh jesus it’s me

reblogging for the comments foreshore and seabed hikoi.

anarchacannibalism:

anagrammaton:

shsl-kouhai:

residentmadscientist:

kidinabearsuit:

An escaped sheep was found with 60 pounds of wool.

Shrek the sheep ran away and hid in a cave in New Zealand for 6 years. When Shrek was finally found in 2004, the sheep had gone unsheared for so long that it had accumulated 60 pounds of wool on its body, enough to make 20 suits! The sheep became famous and even got to meet the Prime Minister. Shrek finally passed away last month at the age of 16.

Its name was Shrek.

too many layers

FUCK

remember when the largest māori protest of all time was held and people walked on foot literally from all across the country to protest the continued government theft of māori land and our ‘leftist’ prime minister refused to meet them, despite meeting this fucking sheep on the steps of parliament literally the day before because i do

fuck this sheep

oh jesus it’s me

reblogging for the comments foreshore and seabed hikoi.

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javariscrittenton:

Today the crown enters Tuhoe land through smoke and burning fires to remind them of their pillaging over the last 100 years. They did not come to flatter us or befriend us; they came highly experienced in the business of colonization from lands like India, Africa and Asia, from many countries throughout the world, and this continued here in Taranaki, Waikato and into our lands of the Tuhoe tribe.

- Tame Iti, Tuhoe: A History of Resistance

vintagenatgeographic:

Greasepainted Maori dancer entertains tourists at a New Zealand hotel
National Geographic | September 1971

"greasepainted?"

vintagenatgeographic:

Greasepainted Maori dancer entertains tourists at a New Zealand hotel

National Geographic | September 1971

"greasepainted?"

anthrostories:

leebarguss:

Before They Pass Away: The Project

Photographs by Jimmy Nelson

The purity of humanity exists. It is there in the mountains, the ice fields, the jungle, along the rivers and in the valleys. Jimmy Nelson found the last tribesmen and observed them. He smiled and drank their mysterious brews before taking out his camera. He shared what real people share: vibrations, invisible but palpable. He adjusted his antenna to the same frequency as theirs. As trust grew, a shared understanding of the mission developed: the world must never forget the way things were. 

There is a pure beauty in their goals and family ties, their belief in gods and nature, and their will to do the right thing in order to be taken care of when their time comes. Whether in Papua New Guinea or in Kazakhstan, in Ethiopia or in Siberia, tribes are the last resorts of natural authenticity.

"In 2009, I planned to become a guest of 31 secluded and visually unique tribes. I wanted to witness their time-honoured traditions, join in their rituals and discover how the rest of the world is threatening to change their way of life forever. Most importantly, I wanted to create an ambitious aesthetic photographic document that would stand the test of time. A body of work that would be an irreplaceable ethnographic record of a fast disappearing world.

Elegant and evocative portraits created with a 4x5 camera. The detail that is attained by using such large negatives would provide an extraordinary view into the emotional and spiritual lives of the last indigenous peoples of the world. At the same time, it would glorify their varying and unique cultural creativity with their painted faces, scarified bodies, jewellery, extravagant hairstyles and ritual language.”

WEBSITE | VIDEO | BOOK

Exploration or exploitation?

"Last indigenous peoples of the world". ..

I’ll def take a look at Chapters b/c I’m not spending $150. The limited edition is only $6500. Yes, sixty-five hundred.

This is so highly romanticized. I don’t know….there is something about this “project” that irks me… things like  ”the tribes in this book demonstrate the essence of life” , “if they pass away, a part of ourselves will too”, and my fav “jimmy nelson, the last visual witness of flawless human beauty”

What do you think? I know there is someone out there who can articulate better than I. 

Talk about putting cultures, including my own culture I might add, on a pedestal. It’s this kind of thinking that actually does more harm than good for indigenous cultures.

They are stunning photos yes, no denying that. But the attitude of the photographer as he comes across in the marketing material (again I don’t know how much of this is Jimmy and how much is the publicist) is problematic.

rexuality:

I need to have as much wild sex as possible so one day I can become an inappropriate old lady that blurts out things like “when I was your age I got a concussion after being bent over a desk” and then my family can be like “grandma please, you’re making easter dinner really uncomfortable” and it’ll be great

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