A Rose by any other name

The words, images and the social appendage of myself. Be it a book or a picture or the words from my head, there are just facets of who I am and the way I see the world around me. Hopefully it gives everyone a glimpse beyond the superficial impression.

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Catching Elephant is a theme by Andy Taylor

 

gailsimone:

rosalarian:

Angelina Jolie had a double mastectomy, in case you hadn’t heard. How dare she remove those ticking time bombs from her chest, amiright? Like, hasn’t she learned by now that her body is public domain and we all get to vote on what she does with it? Sheesh, how selfish can ya get.

I have regained my faith.

Some perspective

I love that I can go just a few feet from my door and catch a panoramic vista of building storms. Its a nice perk to living on a rise in these rolling hills in the Kettle Moraine. Its a nice perk of finally having spring/summer like weather where the setting sun reveals the beautiful contours the clouds have that are often missed in the glaring sunlight of the midday. I feel privileged to catch a glimpse of these one of a kind paintings.

I love that I can go just a few feet from my door and catch a panoramic vista of building storms. Its a nice perk to living on a rise in these rolling hills in the Kettle Moraine. Its a nice perk of finally having spring/summer like weather where the setting sun reveals the beautiful contours the clouds have that are often missed in the glaring sunlight of the midday. I feel privileged to catch a glimpse of these one of a kind paintings.

Thousands of souls hurtle through the heavens overhead. As a kid and as a teenager and as an adult I have stared up with wonder as to the destinations these trails have lead. Now my piqued curiosity can afford itself answers with the advent of technology. In one app on my phone I can query “aircraft overhead” and it shows my path, declination, speed and flight number. Then with a flight app I can then type in the flight number and see where these travellers departed and where their flight takes them. 6 year old me and 33 year old me admit that that is pretty darn cool.

Thousands of souls hurtle through the heavens overhead. As a kid and as a teenager and as an adult I have stared up with wonder as to the destinations these trails have lead. Now my piqued curiosity can afford itself answers with the advent of technology. In one app on my phone I can query “aircraft overhead” and it shows my path, declination, speed and flight number. Then with a flight app I can then type in the flight number and see where these travellers departed and where their flight takes them. 6 year old me and 33 year old me admit that that is pretty darn cool.

kurtbusiek: yalestewart: Finished. I’ll be offering this print as an exclusive at HeroesCon, in Charlotte, NC this June 7-9.  11”x17” on Canson Infinity BFK Rives fine art paper (310g/m2) There will only be 30 available. -Yale Gorgeous. So. Do I know anyone going to heroes con?

kurtbusiek:

yalestewart:

Finished.

I’ll be offering this print as an exclusive at HeroesCon, in Charlotte, NC this June 7-9. 

11”x17” on Canson Infinity BFK Rives fine art paper (310g/m2)

There will only be 30 available.

-Yale

Gorgeous.

So. Do I know anyone going to heroes con?

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Are you that somebody that I used to know | Aaliyah vs Gotye

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this is fucking amazing.

That Timbland beat just sent Goyte’s track to the stratosphere. This is hot.

I. Can’t. Stop. Listening.

strangetikigod:

awkwardsituationist:

“world of averages” - composite images culled from thousands of individual portraits resulting in symmetrical average faces. 

I think I’m reblogging this for all the wrong reasons, but daymn, ladies, you hot!

Always a fascinating look, seeing what the average looks like.

With routine, we condition ourselves to certain expectations. It is the absence of something expected that induces a new emotion. That emotion is terror.

With routine, we condition ourselves to certain expectations. It is the absence of something expected that induces a new emotion. That emotion is terror.

My coworker was a bit grumpy today so I drew this and left it for him at his station. #grumpycat

My coworker was a bit grumpy today so I drew this and left it for him at his station. #grumpycat

We need everyone to take a deep breath. Now, exhale south. GREAT!

We need everyone to take a deep breath. Now, exhale south. GREAT!

As the weather has warmed up, I’ve noticed an increasing number of ants traipsing precarious paths across the screen and outside the window on the narrow sill. I drew open the infrequently opened shade to let in some of the first needed sunlight of the season. I saw, strewn between the panes, a holocaust of formicidae. Scattered like spots of pepper were actually discarded heads, abdomens and thoraxes. What vile creature wrought such havoc? It was when I investigated further and looked down at my feet that I saw even further carnage. I moved a wastebasket to find hidden beneath it another killing field. Hanging above it was the guardian of deaths door itself. A spider, presiding over his slaughter. It was a moment both revolting and relieving knowing that this creepy sentinel singularly staved off an invasion. Meeting my gaze eye to eye to eye to eye to eye we gave one another an affirmative nod and I gave the valiant arachnid a stay of execution provided he resumed his outdoor post.

As the weather has warmed up, I’ve noticed an increasing number of ants traipsing precarious paths across the screen and outside the window on the narrow sill. I drew open the infrequently opened shade to let in some of the first needed sunlight of the season. I saw, strewn between the panes, a holocaust of formicidae. Scattered like spots of pepper were actually discarded heads, abdomens and thoraxes. What vile creature wrought such havoc? It was when I investigated further and looked down at my feet that I saw even further carnage. I moved a wastebasket to find hidden beneath it another killing field. Hanging above it was the guardian of deaths door itself. A spider, presiding over his slaughter. It was a moment both revolting and relieving knowing that this creepy sentinel singularly staved off an invasion. Meeting my gaze eye to eye to eye to eye to eye we gave one another an affirmative nod and I gave the valiant arachnid a stay of execution provided he resumed his outdoor post.