February 20, 2014
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mofafafa:

skateboarding in kabul — perfection.

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February 16, 2014
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Molas

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January 19, 2014
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There are other ways to censor things here, too. Our media here have techniques, which aren’t exactly censorship, but prevent anything from being said. There is a word I learned from the news director for Ted Koppel, the anchor for Nightline, one of ABC’s big news programs. He was once asked in an interview why I am never on.

And he had a good answer. He said that one reason is because Chomsky sounds like he’s from Neptune, nobody can understand anything he says. And he said that the other reason is that he lacks concision. What?

I had never heard the word before but it is an interesting word. What it means is: you have to talk in some way that can be fitted between two commercials. So you can say three sentences.

If you want to say in three sentences that China is a totalitarian state then you can say it, you know. If you want to say something like the U.S. is the biggest terrorist state in the world, they are not going to stop you, but you do sound like you are from Neptune, because you are not given the next five minutes to explain it.

So you have two choices - to either repeat propaganda, repeat standard doctrine, or sound like you are a lunatic. That’s about the only thing you can do.

- Noam Chomsky, in Noam Chomsky and Andre Vltchek, On Western Terrorism: from Hiroshima to drone warfare (Pluto Press, 2013) 32-33. (via morningsaba)

the fuckin man.

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January 19, 2014
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mineralists:

Copper Dendrites

mineralists:

Copper Dendrites

January 19, 2014
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venusas-aboy:

Bjork by Nick Knight and Alexander Mcqueen

queen.

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January 19, 2014
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thinkmexican:

Frida Kahlo: Self-portrait on the Border Between Mexico and the United States (1932)
In 1932, Frida Kahlo and her husband, Diego Rivera, had lived in the United States for almost three years. While Diego was growing accustomed to life in the States, Frida was miserable, and felt increasingly homesick for Mexico.
In “Self-portrait on the Border Between Mexico and the United States,” Frida expresses her feelings toward Gringolandia.
Standing on pedestal wearing a pink dress and white gloves while holding a cigarette and a Mexican flag, Frida paints herself in between the juxtaposed images of Mexico and the United States: Ancient, rich and bright vs. industrial, cold and contaminated.
Frida Kahlo was way ahead of her time. So much so, that more than 80 years later, this painting is still relevant.
Oil on metal, 12 1/2” x 13 3/4”, Collection of Mr. and Mrs. Manuel Reyero

thinkmexican:

Frida Kahlo: Self-portrait on the Border Between Mexico and the United States (1932)

In 1932, Frida Kahlo and her husband, Diego Rivera, had lived in the United States for almost three years. While Diego was growing accustomed to life in the States, Frida was miserable, and felt increasingly homesick for Mexico.

In “Self-portrait on the Border Between Mexico and the United States,” Frida expresses her feelings toward Gringolandia.

Standing on pedestal wearing a pink dress and white gloves while holding a cigarette and a Mexican flag, Frida paints herself in between the juxtaposed images of Mexico and the United States: Ancient, rich and bright vs. industrial, cold and contaminated.

Frida Kahlo was way ahead of her time. So much so, that more than 80 years later, this painting is still relevant.

Oil on metal, 12 1/2” x 13 3/4”, Collection of Mr. and Mrs. Manuel Reyero

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January 19, 2014
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travelthisworld:

Sagaing Region, Burma
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i’ve been to this exact place. it’s high on a hill and i could reach it from a secret winding, dirt path from the monastery i stayed at.

travelthisworld:

Sagaing Region, Burma

submitted by: noolife, thanks!

i’ve been to this exact place. it’s high on a hill and i could reach it from a secret winding, dirt path from the monastery i stayed at.