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maaarcusss:

story of my life

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life:

“New Portrait of our Planet”

While rifling through our basement, I found this vintage world map! My grandpa ordered it from LIFE in 1960. Definitely want to frame & hang it someday.

My 2012 Motto

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adulting:

This bit of social physics is so, so necessary to being a grown-up. (click for a larger version)

(via inneresting)

I have always, essentially, been waiting.
Waiting to become something else, waiting to be that person I always thought I was on the verge of becoming, waiting for that life I thought I would have. In my head, I was always one step away. In high school, I was biding my time until I could become the college version of myself, the one my mind could see so clearly. In college, the post-college “adult” person was always looming in front of me, smarter, stronger, more organized. Then the married person, then the person I’d become when we have kids. For twenty years, literally, I have waited to become the thin version of myself, because that’s when life will really begin. And through all that waiting, here I am. My life is passing, day by day, and I am waiting for it to start. I am waiting for that time, that person, that event when my life will finally begin. I love movies about “The Big Moment” – the game or the performance or the wedding day or the record deal, the stories that split time with that key event, and everything is reframed, before it and after it, because it has changed everything. I have always wanted this movie-worthy event, something that will change everything and grab me out of this waiting game into the whirlwind in front of me. I cry and cry at these movies, because I am still waiting for my own big moment. I had visions of life as an adventure, a thing to be celebrated and experienced, but all I was doing was going to work and coming home, and that wasn’t what it looked like in the movies. John Lennon once said, Life is what happens when you’re busy making other plans. For me, life is what was happening while I was busy waiting for my big moment. I was ready for it and believed that the rest of my life would fade into the background, and that my big moment would carry me through life like a lifeboat. The Big Moment, unfortunately, is an urban myth. Some people have them, in a sense, when they win the Heisman or become the next American Idol. But even that football player or that singer is living a life made up of more than that one moment. Life is a collection of a million, billion moments, tiny little moments and choices, like a handful of luminous, glowing pearl. It takes so much time, and so much work, and those beads and moments are so small, and so much less fabulous and dramatic than the movies. But this is what I’m finding, in glimpses and flashes: this is it. This is it, in the best possible way. That thing I’m waiting for, that adventure, that move-score-worthy experience unfolding gracefully. This is it. Normal, daily life ticking by on our streets and sidewalks, in our houses and apartments, in our beds and at our dinner tables, in our dreams and prayers and fights and secrets – this pedestrian life is the most precious thing any of us will ever experience.

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folkinz:

New Life Motto.

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sorakeem:

a little bit o’ bob ross wisdom for ya

(via stacygirlfren)

bitchville:

The company Our Exquisite Corpse, run by Catherine Martin, has released sixteen life-like skulls adorned with colorful beads. The Huichol people of the Sierra Madre mountains in Western Mexico, who collaborated with Martin on this project, handcrafted each figure, drawing inspiration from their religious beliefs.

Each piece exhibits symbolic patterns to represent their Sun God, ancestor spirits and the four principle deities - Deer, Corn, Peyote, and the Eagle. The limited edition items are sold exclusively at LN-CC.

Beaded Skulls collection by http://www.ourexquisitecorpse.com/

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thedailywhat:

RIP: The two-year-old girl from Foshan, China, who was left for dead on the street after a double hit-and-run, has passed away.

The hospital where Yueyue had been under intensive care for the last seven days announced the sad news at a press briefing this morning.

CCTV footage showing over a dozen people ignoring the critically wounded toddler enraged the Chinese public, sparking heated discussions about morality and community. The topic remains a popular one on the country’s social networks.

[st / shanghaiist.]

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inothernews:

REMEMBRANCES   A man laid flowers Tuesday during a ceremony to commemorate the 70th anniversary of the departure of the first convoys carrying Jewish people to concentration camps from the Gruenewald railway station in Berlin. (Photo: John Macdougal/ / AFP-Getty via the Wall Street Journal).

I often — often — think about how many more people might be forgetting, or not learning, about this period in world history, instead of remembering it, reading about it in books, history or biography or otherwise.  The Holocaust happened: millions of souls, exterminated, for no reason at all but unmitigated, pure, base hatred.

The reminders of humanity’s darkest era are, sadly, still with us: this train station, the preserved sites of concentration camps, photographs and documents kept by curators at museums and centers around the world.  These places and people will not allow us to forget.

And we should not.