...proverb Codfish covered thousands of acres, enough to feed an army. "A piscatorial paradise!," as Caton himself remarked. But when he sat down to his first meal aboard that Norwegian...
...prints really come from? (via Final Fashion) St. Makeup: Cosmetics line founder gives "makeovers" to abandoned religious statues in shuttered churches. I only have eyes for you: Thoroughly freaked out...
...my RSS feed. And then, I shrugged. Apathy doesn’t seem like the greatest reason to tune out of something that, intellectually and politically speaking, enrages me—or at least should...
Build the shittiest thing possible. Build out of trash because all i have is trash. Trash materials, trash bodies, trash brain syndrome. Build in the gaps between storms of chronic pain. Build inside the storms.
...lead is played out" "Together, we can end barfing. Let's hold hands. And then wash them furiously in scalding water." "If there's no water and no feed, you move the...
...attached to fertile gardens that will create and feed communities. How can I not mourn such a loss? It feels silly and self-indulgent to claim that my metaphors have been...
...4,000 aboriginal children died in residential schools North Korea: Did Kim Jong Un Feed His Uncle to the Dogs? Maps and Monsters Cultural Anthropology 2013: Human Nature & Public Debates...
...I use it up until it evaporates, tucking it away for another month, another year, where I'll feed voraciously on it again. Spontaneously, I look up the etymology of the...
...are no stunt doubles. This is real.' Then he punctuates that promise: 'Real ammunition. Real explosives. Real danger.' Skier Picabo Street was quoted on the show's Twitter feed: 'I rode...
...Frédéric Lordon's Willing Slaves of Capital helps clarify how two of the fantasies that feed neoliberal ideology — liquidity and authenticity — interrelate. The two concepts represent two...
...* Don’t Feed the Psychotic Narcissists * DeAndre McCullough (1977-2012) * The Mystery of Charles Dickens * Gore Vidal's Detective Novels * Justin Bieber initials on all my winter clothes...