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sueishappy:

"and that is why pink ribbons are for boobies." -hank green

Things I did not know until now. DAMNIT HITLER.

The swastika means peace. But then hitler messed it up for everyone. The nazi flag literally is a flag of peace.

Actually the swastika was never a sign of peace. Yes the buddhist symbol for peace looks quite similar, but you’ll notice the bends on the swastika are facing the opposite direction of that of the peace symbol. This was done as a symbol of a distorted or changed peace.

dragondicks:

hamigakimomo:

what are the signs of luigi

signs of luigi:
biscuit crumbs everywhere
distant sobbing sounds
sound of someone falling over in another room

dragondicks:

hamigakimomo:

what are the signs of luigi

signs of luigi:

  • biscuit crumbs everywhere
  • distant sobbing sounds
  • sound of someone falling over in another room

bagellie:

benefits of being friends with me

  • shitty jokes whenever you ask for them
  • shitty jokes whenever you don’t ask for them
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meghantonjes:

THIS IS EVERYTHING.

How does this have 15,000 notes?

Anyway, context: I received this good advice from my chaplaincy supervisor when I worked as a student chaplain at a children’s hospital in 2000. We were talking not about any of the terrible things I’d witnessed at the hospital but about my breakup with my college girlfriend.

One time when I was a chaplain, this especially awful thing happened, and a bunch of us had to attend this post trauma debriefing/group therapy session. (The theory goes that this was a way to prevent or minimize PTSD, I think.) So here is this big group of people—doctors, nurses, social workers, paramedics, etc.—all being forced to attend this group therapy session they don’t particularly want to be at, and the counselor person is asking all of us to recount what happened that night, which no one is particularly inclined to do.

Eventually, I tell a story about my girlfriend: When I came home the morning after this thing had happened, I was really freaking out, and she was not particularly empathetic.   This story animates everyone: They all start talking about my girlfriend, and how she’s just like their boyfriend/girlfriend/spouse, and how I should really break up with her, because that’ll show her.

So I did break up with her.

Of course, I immediately regretted it, but once she was free of obligation to me she probably felt tremendous relief and had no intention of re-entangling. (This was very sane and mature of her, in retrospect.) So I spent my days moping around the hospital, not because of the horrible things I’d seen but because I missed this woman so much. And I felt like an idiot being so upset over this girl when there were far worse things happening around me at the hospital every day.

Which just made everything worse: I was sad because I was no longer close to this woman I loved. And then I was ashamed because I felt more upset about my own stupid romantic problems than about the illness and death that was all around me in the hospital. I felt like my problems were silly and small, but they still made me very sad, and I could never seem to get out of that spiral.

All of this combined to make me super annoying to be around. Fortunately, I was surrounded by chaplains, who are basically professionally empathetic, and are required by job description to listen to you.

It was my supervisor who finally helped me understand why I was so sad, and that I should feel sad. So often we try to make other people feel better by minimizing their pain, by telling them that it will get better (which it will) or that there are worse things in the world (which there are). But that’s not what I actually needed. What I actually needed was for someone to tell me that it hurt because it mattered. 

I have found this very useful to think about over the years, and I find that it is a lot easier and more bearable to be sad when you aren’t constantly berating yourself for being sad.

What are you supposed to wear to a college orchestra concert?

@Anonymous

uh, nothing fancy really like maybe a collared shirt? 

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snake-dad:

we’ll we’ll we’ll if it isn’t autocorrect

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sluttybitch2007:

The rest of the space is going to be pretty pissed when they see this. 

did you google how to take a screen shot

thesassycat:

sluttybitch2007:

The rest of the space is going to be pretty pissed when they see this. 

did you google how to take a screen shot

daddybuffalo:

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christiannejoie:

Needs more bacon.

Second^^

replace everything that isn’t bacon in that sandwich with bacon and we cool


Much better.

Perfect

daddybuffalo:

christiannejoie:

myfriendsforcedmetodothis:

thatkidnamedkylon:

christiannejoie:

Needs more bacon.

Second^^

replace everything that isn’t bacon in that sandwich with bacon and we cool

Much better.

Perfect

ourafrica:

Kinshasa the capital of Democratic Republic of Congo is no ordinary city and at first seems an unlikely place to have an orchestra of two hundred musicians playing to Beethoven Ninth –Freude schöner Götterfunken. “Orchestre Symphonique Kimbanguisteisthe only symphony orchestra in the Congo has been in existence for 15 yrs. Riddled often with power strikes, even on performance nights, seems the least of the worries of this symphony. Kinshasa Symphony directed by Martin Baer, Claus Wischmann is a study of people in one of the world’s most chaotic cities doing their best to maintain one of the most complex systems of joint human endeavour: a symphony. The film is about the Congo, the people in Kinshasa and the power of music.

The film closely follows a few of the band members and gives a view of their personal lives, how they make a living and struggle to make it to almost daily practices. We get to see the symphony overcome odds as they prepare for an open concert with thousands attending.

The DRC does not stop with these classical musicians all self taught amateurs or trained by other musicians unfamiliar in classical training with instruments like the cello, cello bass or violin. Kinshasa continues to stand out with its remarkable musicians forming this indie breed of rudimentary collectives that play with scrap yard instruments yet seem to stand on stages from Brooklyn to Paris. Other bands I should make note of are : Konono Nº1 who collaborated with Bjork on the song earth intruders and more recently with Herbie Hancock and Baloji. Also take note of Kasai All Stars.

Kinshasa Symphony has made its rounds in the theatre circuit and is available on DVD. Its playing as part of the featured screenings  next week, in New York’s College music festival CMJ.

Here is the trailer: http://www.youtube.com/watch?feature=player_embedded&v=_vTk0XsgZV4

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This professor could not find a projector and drew the map of the world himself.

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This professor could not find a projector and drew the map of the world himself.

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Amazing Face-Paintings Transform Models Into The 2D Works Of Famous Artists

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