Reblogged from bliss in images:
And he sailed off through night and day
and in and out of weeks and almost over a year
to where the wild things are.
Rest in peace, Maurice Sendak
❤
credit: kari machal / salty and sweet / baby cricket
Reblogged from bliss in images:
And he sailed off through night and day
and in and out of weeks and almost over a year
to where the wild things are.
Rest in peace, Maurice Sendak
❤
credit: kari machal / salty and sweet / baby cricket
Reblogged from SIXAND5 - Inspiration webzine:
Mask by Niark1 for Sergeant Paper Giclee print on Innova 210gr 50x70cm | 1/100ex | numbered and signed
Design-centric commerce site Fab.com is going global in a big way. In a blog post today, the company announced that it is now available in 13 more European countries, bringing its worldwide total to 16 countries.
“Design is a universal language. It’s a lifestyle,” the company said on its blog. “Great design exists in every country and in every region of the world.
My team and I went to Seaside, Florida, to work together in person for the week. Here are a few picts. You might recognize Sea Haven, from the Truman Show.
One more time! Today on instantbight.com we have another interview! I really like doing these things so if you don’t like them, your out of luck.
This interview is with Matt Thomas, a well-known blogger. Matt caught my eye when I read his “Something’s Unraveling Alright” post after it was linked to on Daring Fireball.
I was amazed by the post and the connections he made.
My So-Called Ex-Gay Life by Gabriel Arana for the American Prospect:
Late into my last year of high school, Nicolosi had a final conversation with my parents and told them that the treatment had been a success. “Your son will never enter the gay lifestyle,” he assured them.
A few weeks later, our housekeeper caught me with a boy in our backyard. This marked the end of therapy for me. My parents were convinced it had failed because Nicolosi had blamed things on them rather than on my being teased by my male peers as a child. They sent me to another therapist. I had one session but refused to continue. While I still accepted Nicolosi’s underlying theory about why people were gay, I believed that all the talking in the world couldn’t change me. When I left for Yale, my mother sent me off with a warning: Were she to discover that I had “entered the gay lifestyle,” my parents would no longer pay for my education. “I love you enough to stop you from hurting yourself,” she said.
Long, but many points hit eerily close to home as someone who flirted briefly with the ex-gay movement.
Two unrelated, but complementary ideas I noticed while browsing my WordPress.com reader today.
A cookbook you can eat, via Grist:
and a songbook you can smoke, via Sixand5.
Pick these up and you’re halfway to a decent party. Has being green ever been so fun?