1. "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.


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


    “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)

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

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

  6. 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.


    Professor Lynda B.


    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


    Gorgeous photos.

    (via amandapalmer)

  7. I love multilingual signs so much. And stick figures. It’s a thing. #Dubai #expat


  8. "

    What does Resistance feel like?

    First, unhappiness. We feel like hell. A low-grade misery pervades everything. We’re bored, we’re restless. We can’t get no satisfaction. There’s guilt but we can’t put our finger on the source. We want to go back to bed; we want to get up and party. We feel unloved and unlovable. We’re disgusted. We hate our lives. We hate ourselves.

    Unalleviated, Resistance mounts to a pitch that becomes unendurable. At this point, vices kick in. Dope, adultery, web surfing.

    Beyond that, Resistance becomes clinical. Depression, aggression, dysfunction. Then actual crime and physical self-destruction.

    Sounds like life, I know. It isn’t. It’s Resistance.

    What makes it tricky is that we live in a consumer culture that’s acutely aware of this unhappiness and has massed all it’s profit-seeking artillery to exploit it. By selling us a product, a drug, a distraction…

    As artists and professionals it is our obligation to enact our own internal revolution, a private insurrection inside our own skulls. In this uprising, we free ourselves from the tyranny of consumer culture. We overthrow the programming of advertising, movies, video games, magazines, TV, and MTV by which we have been hypnotized from the cradle. We unplug ourselves from the grid by recognizing that we will never cure our restlessness by contributing our disposable income to the bottom line of Bullshit, Inc., but only by doing our work.

    — Steven Pressfield, The War of Art

  9. "Procrastination is the most common manifestation of Resistance because it’s easiest to rationalize. We don’t tell ourselves, “I’m never going to write my symphony.” Instead we say, “I am going to write my symphony; I’m just going to start tomorrow."
    — Steven Pressfield, The War of Art.
  10. Multilingual fasting notice! Respect. #Ramadan #dubai #dubaimall #expat (at The Dubai Mall)