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grimnear:

These are the other two gifs of Ein swimming.

That’s a goodass dog.

(Source: wickhamphotography)

revereche:

mantisbutts:

reapergrellsutcliff:

Fashions of the Future as Imagined in 1893

Illustrations from “Future Dictates of Fashion” by W. Cade Gall that was published in the January 1893 issue of The Strand magazine.

At first I thought this was some “fashion of witches and wizards through the ages” type thing but nah everyone is supposed to dress like this. I wish everyone dressed like this. 

nailed it

(Source: sexgamesandrocknroll)

A quick tangent: I have a fun game/exercise that I play with my rhetoric classes. I pick a seemingly innocuous phrase that is (over-)used in mass media, then I ask the class to explain what it means. No matter what they say, I either pretend not to understand, or ask “no, but what does it mean?” The students think it’s frustrating, then funny, then, frustrating again. A favorite phrase for this game is “senseless violence.”

The point of the exercise is to examine some of the contradictions or confusion we use in everyday language. I feel this way about the phrase “faith in humanity,” and especially “restore [my/your/anyone’s] faith in humanity.” What is humanity, what does it mean to have faith in it, and why does the faith need to be restored? I assume that humanity means something close to “the goodness of human nature,” and not “the essential or unifying nature of personhood,” but I’m really not sure. At the very least the repeated recycling of this phrase should serve as a reminder of the Sisyphean task of restoring faith in humanity, whatever it may mean. Humanity is always already in doubt; our faith must endlessly be restored.

- Life Sentences: The Grammar of Clickbait! by Michael Reid Roberts (via mikerugnetta)

omelettethecorgi:

Omelette takes the time to stop and smell the flowers.

Many years later, as he faced the firing squad, Colonel Aureliano Buendia was to remember that distant afternoon when his father took him to discover ice.

- One Hundred Years of Solitude by Gabriel Garcia Marquez (via merlin)

(Source: novelfirstsentences)

ralphadog:

Early morning beach stroll puppy. That nose is 100% covered in sand :)

ralphadog:

Early morning beach stroll puppy. That nose is 100% covered in sand :)

theparisreview:

“We Americans share more than what divides us.”

For National Library Week, a photographic essay by Robert Dawson on America’s public libraries.