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that-nerdfighter:

arisonas:

ugh. where’s all the GOOD music these days. it’s all just rapping and beibers and directions. i miss the days where i could go into the local tavern and hoist a mighty flagon of mead to a jaunty tune on the lute of a young bard

only a real 15th century kid will get this

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thedailywhat:

Prank Artist of the Day: Adobe’s Photoshop Live Retouches Photos of Pedestrians in Real-Time

As part of Adobe’s latest promotional event “Adobe Creative Day,” Swedish digital artist Erik Johansson collaborated with the software company to startle a few Finnish pedestrians by photoshopping them into banner ads placed directly next to them at a bus stop. To execute this prank in real-time, Johansson quickly edited photographs of the pedestrians and pushed the images to the digital ad monitor while lurking in a surveillance van parked across the street. In just 72 hours of upload, the video has been viewed over 10 million times on YouTube.

(Source: Laughing Squid)

theparisreview:

I am trying to imagine that I am someone else,
a grocer, an aerialist,
a young viola player who travels
around the country in a bus full of musicians,

but difficulty lurks at every turn.
I am not really sure what a viola looks like,
plus, I have become so used to being me
that I have become an assistant professor of myself.

By the time I have learned to play
the viola, even badly,
I would be close to death at best.
And I am so happy when I can stay home

and pass the time in a leather armchair,
volumes of Diderot on the shelf above me,
some jazz low on the radio,
slow waves of memory washing over me

and desire passing through me
like the tiny amount of electricity
that flows through the night-light in a bathroom.
So maybe the way to overcome the ego

is to start small, to imagine that I am still me
only I was born in Columbus, Ohio,
and I go to the gym three times a week.
Or, better still, I do not go to the gym at all—

it is up to me after all.
Maybe I stay home and listen to the news
with an uncooperative look on my face,
a smoker who likes to look out the front window

as I do, or to sit in a leather chair
under a long shelf of French literature,
a fellow who gets tearful
whenever the wind stirs up the leaves,

who gets tearful thinking about his parents
buried under tall drifts of snow
in a large municipal cemetery
somewhere on the outskirts of Columbus, Ohio.

—Billy Collins, “One Self”
Photography Credit Joyce Kim (via)

hermionejg:

celeryandhummus:

imagine pitching friends right now

“okay, so six attractive white people with no real financial problems or major obstacles to overcome in life hang out a lot and don’t worry about things”

facadinq:cookiemonstahz:praises:grace-ala-face:te-rquoise:

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theatlantic:

Ridiculously Long Men’s Room Lines at Tech Conferences: A Photo Essay

[Top image: Dan Ackerman]

huffingtonpost:

Welcome to Twitter, Hillary Clinton!

oh hell yes.

reshiham:

I give your performance a 10…

on the pH scale because that shit was basic as hell

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mamaumbridge:

better than ur faves

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tiredandtrueofheart:

a wine carafe shaped like veins

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