1. Off road day. #expat #hatta #abudhabi #xterra

     
  2. seraphica:

    Blackboard Bon Mots [via]

    Reading inspiration.

    (via alicetheowl)

     
  3. Go give someone a hug.

    manda:

    d1verse:

    shwagerr:

    d4untles-s:

    extr4ordinary:

    o-riginiall:

    qlacier:

    qirls:

    hunqrystfu:

    cant stop crying

    Everyone needs to reblog this, this is so amazing.

    im legit sobbing right now

    This is the stuff that needs 47537476243 notes.

    im crying so hard this is perfect

    I am in tears omg

    I will reblog this every time I see it

    shivers

    chills entire time

    (Source: sidereusgenus, via alicetheowl)

     
     
  4. gradientlair:

    I follow @KristyT on Twitter and she let me know about a project that she created with @tiffani (#DetroitWater) to help Detroit residents with their water costs. Their website is detroitwaterproject.org and there you can confidentially donate to cover a person’s bill. 

    Detroit has the highest percentage of Black residents compared to any other major U.S. city, and as I wrote about in Black In The 99%, race is most certainly forever intertwined with class and poverty; these cannot be extracted from each other, especially in a country where its very financial system and imperialistic power would not exist without enslavement and genocide. There is no way to extract the economic violence being committed upon Detroit residents from racial histories. 

    According to RH Reality Check, "in Detroit, the cost of water is nearly twice the national average, and approximately half of the city’s customers owe outstanding balances on their water bills. But let’s situate this against a broader historical and sociopolitical backdrop. By 2011, half of Detroit’s working-age population was unemployed, and only 27 percent had full-time work. Nearly one in five Detroit residents were below the poverty line. Approximately three in five children were living in households headed by single mothers (see Rose Brewer’s article on the prison industrial complex). Moreover, these statistics are significantly worse for the city’s Black and Latino residents.” 

    People simply cannot go without water and while this entire situation is larger than just “unpaid bills” but are acts of violence against these residents amidst larger economic and racial disenfranchisement, with the recent 15 day suspension on the human-made drought, hopefully no other excuses can be used to harm these people if they’re able to pay the bills. This isn’t about lack of “personal responsibility” creating negligence over a “luxury” but about systemic poverty, capitalism, privatization and WATER. 

    Again, if you want to support Detroit residents through a confidential donation via this fundraiser created by two thoughtful Black women, visit: detroitwaterproject.org.

    (via caterinasforzas)

     

  5. "The notion of being trusted with my body was utterly foreign to me. I was in my mid-20s, and still partly convinced that I had no right to govern my own body, that I could not understand my own health, that only doctors could unravel those mysteries and I had simply to accept whatever they told me about myself. This is a common experience for many women, especially women who are fat, but I hadn’t realized it had affected me so deeply until that moment."
    — 

    My Doctor DIDN’T Fat-Shame Me 

    Seriously awesome piece of writing here.

     
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  7. Note to Staff Re: Decades-Old Vial of Smallpox

    newyorker:

    “What I want to stress, however, is that there is no chance that any other deadly pathogens are lying around the facility, tucked behind hedges on the grounds or stacked like cordwood in the common areas. And when I say ‘no chance,’ I mean that there is a chance, but it is very, very small. (Like smallpox itself! Just kidding.)”

    Continue reading: http://nyr.kr/1splshw

    Illustration by BSIP/UIG Via Getty.

    (Source: newyorker.com)

     
  8. Latte bear is not amused. #expat #abudhabi #amwriting

     
  9. Charity water tank. Please pray for goodness and long life. #expat #dubai #ramadan #water

     
  10. thenearsightedmonkey:

    Dear Students,

    Here is a good series of pictures to draw. Spend about 15 minutes on each drawing. Start with non-photo blue and then pick any pony you like to take you the rest of the way.

    Sincerely

    Professor Lynda B.

    darksilenceinsuburbia:

    Wayne Lawrence

    Orchard Beach: The Bronx Riviera

    Although New York’s Bronx is considered one of the most diverse communities in America out of which many subcultures originated, such as Hip Hop and Salsa, it’s still viewed as a no man’s land by many of the city’s inhabitants. Perhaps it is a matter of simple geography that many refuse to venture to the northernmost of the city’s five boroughs or, quite possibly, it may be the Borough’s malevolent reputation lingering from its tumultuous past.

    From its earliest years, the Bronx has been a hotbed of immigrant working class families, but its image has largely been defined by the urban blight of the late 1960’s through to the 1980’s when arson, drug addiction and social neglect decimated many of its neighborhoods. For the families who have called this scarred landscape home, Orchard Beach, the only beach in the borough, was and remains a treasured respite from the sweltering confines of the concrete jungle. Built in the 1930s by urban planner Robert Moses, the beach carries the stigma as being one of the worst in New York and is commonly known as Horseshit Beach or Chocha Beach.

    I began shooting portraits of Orchard Beach’s summertime regulars in 2005 shortly after moving to New York, realizing that the stigma attached to this oasis was largely unjustified - I felt compelled to engage with this community of working class families and colorful characters. The photographs in ‘Orchard Beach – The Bronx Riviera’ celebrate the pride and dignity of the beach’s visitors, working-class people.

    Immediately catching the viewer’s eye is the extravagant style of many of the photographs’ subjects – a quest for identity and sense of belonging. Some individuals carry scars and markings that hint to their own personal histories, which often reflect the complex history of the borough itself. Within the gaze of those portrayed we see a community standing in defiance of popular opinion.

    The six years I spent photographing Orchard Beach have not only given me the time and space to reflect on the importance of family and community, but also a sense of belonging and purpose. After having experienced the most profound grief when my older brother was brutally murdered, photography has not only offered me an opportunity to give a voice to a community often misunderstood but also a means of healing from the loss experienced.

    — Wayne Lawrence / INSTITUTE

    Via

    Gorgeous photos.

    (via amandapalmer)