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archiemcphee: Reminiscent of Jeff Koons’ famous Balloon Dog...

Sat, 18 May 2013 18:05:46 -0700

Reminiscent of Jeff Koons’ famous Balloon Dog sculptures, this 80-foot-tall inflatable red Balloon Dog is the work of artist Paul McCarthy. It was installed at the Frieze New York Art Fair.

We think it looks like either a fantastic new alternative to a bouncy castle or a great place to take a nap à la My Neighbor Totoro.

Photos by the Arts Observer, Sandra Hamburg, and the New York Times respectively.

[via My Modern Metropolis]

mysearchforself: ladystormcrow: wholove: A graphical...

Sat, 18 May 2013 14:02:01 -0700

mysearchforself:

ladystormcrow:

wholove:

A graphical representation of the contradictions in the bible. Each red line links 2 contradicting statements.

WILL ALWAYS REBLOG.

WOAH

This reminds me of a really fascinating theological idea I read once. It poses that God meant for the Bible to be full of contradictions, because it isn’t an instruction manual, but a test of character. If you can read through all the books and stories, all the confusing, contradictory statements, and you still choose to take home a message of peace, acceptance, and forgiveness, then you’ve passed God’s test.

I’m not a very religious person, but I still really like that idea.

^ I like that interpretation :D

"Life is about doing things that don’t suck with people who don’t suck."

Fri, 17 May 2013 19:00:17 -0700

“Life is about doing things that don’t suck with people who don’t suck.” - John Green...

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Fri, 17 May 2013 14:10:29 -0700

fishingboatproceeds: Butler has uploaded a video of...

Fri, 17 May 2013 14:01:08 -0700

fishingboatproceeds:

Butler has uploaded a video of my commencement address to the class of 2013, which one can’t help but notice…is longer than the 12 minutes I so confidently promised. I sort of quit working the last month and did nothing but write this speech, and I couldn’t even get the time right. (I guess I read a lot faster alone in my basement.)

SORRY!

I’d like to thank everyone who’s shared the speech, especially the Los Angeles Times, Publishers Weekly, Galleycat, and Entertainment Weekly.

If you’d prefer to read the speech, you can do so here.

archiemcphee: This awesome photograph, which makes a humble...

Fri, 17 May 2013 13:32:20 -0700

archiemcphee:

This awesome photograph, which makes a humble ladybug look like an insect superhero in the middle of a daring rescue, was taken by photographer Linden Gledhill in his garden in Pennsylvania.

[via Telegraph.co.uk]

archiemcphee: It’s time to pay a visit to the Department of...

Fri, 17 May 2013 10:47:45 -0700

archiemcphee:

It’s time to pay a visit to the Department of Awesome Mimicry where we’ll meet the Lygodium Spider Moth (Siamusotima aranea). Discovered in Thailand in 2005, this clever creature evolved markings on its wings that give it the impressively convincing appearance of being a spindly, orange spider. The markings deter predators and, now that it’s been discovered by humans, probably many arachnophobes as well.

Photos by John Horstman

[via Geekologie]

johnsepetys: I’m catching a lot of flack since going public...

Fri, 17 May 2013 10:11:54 -0700

johnsepetys:

I’m catching a lot of flack since going public with my penchant for Ke$ha. Honestly, it really is amazing how it touches a nerve with so many people. With girls I’m getting the, “Oh my god, she’s so annoying. So trashy. She can’t even sing. How can you like her?” And then with guys it’s more simple and along the lines of, “Dude… I thought you liked metal. What’s up with that Ke$ha shit?”

And honestly, I’ve had to just shrug my shoulders and say, “I dunno.” Truth is, I haven’t thought much about the how or the why. Why would I? I just dig it. It hits me. It moves me. Done deal. Turn it up.

But now if I’m back-to-the-wall and forced to analyze, I suppose part of it is that from a production standpoint the tracks bang. And melodically, the hooks are huge and it’s crazy catchy. And lyrically she’s all about throwin’ down in the moment… keepin’ the party pourin’… and goin’ middle finger up to anybody who’s a hater or who tries to tear her down simply for being herself. And I mean, come on, what’s not to like about all that, right? It all sounds pretty cool and pretty “metal” to me. Furthermore, in a similar fashion to my man David Lee Roth, I also dig that Ke$ha never takes herself too seriously. There’s no Mary J. Blige Diva Complex. And no holier-than-though English-accented Madonna Factor. Ke$ha is just Ke$ha. Period. Even when that means being a crazy, sloppy, drunk mess. Ke$ha rolls with it and makes no apologies or excuses (again, more similarity to Diamond Dave). I love that. I respect that.

A couple people have tried to buffer the reality by referring to Ke$ha as my guilty pleasure. But, for me, that’s way off the mark. Polar ops. ‘Cause I feel no guilt. Like anything I’m into, I’m owning this. I mean, explain to me why I would feel guilty about liking a particular song or artist? Sounds kinda foolish to me. And what a sad way to experience music. Who wants to be lookin’ over their shoulder, worried about what someone else may be thinking while they’re listening to tunes? Or who wants to feel like it’s necessary to hide your heart or make excuses for what puts a smile on your face or shoots sparks down your spine. Last time I checked rock and roll was still about freedom and individuality. About doin’ your own thing. And allowing others to do the same. It’s live and let live. It’s come one, come all, drink and be merry. So whether I like John Coltrane or Johnny Cash or John Lee Hooker or Jon Bon Jovi or John Cougar Melonballs or John Cafferty & The Beaver Brown Band… who cares? No skin off yours. And likewise, with your iTunes library, no skin off mine. It’s all just music folks. Just awesome, killer, amazing, nothin’ is more important in the whole world music. So no more questions. And no more apologies. Let’s just drink some beer and blow some speakers.

Music. Live it. Love it. Crank it. Saddle up and ride.

I’m just talkin’ true

I’m tellin’ you ‘bout the shit we do…