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ok am actually switching over 2 @mildscorpio forever now so see u all on the other side

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when you’re done with everything

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Serena Williams recites Maya Angelou’s “Still I Rise” before her historic Wimbledon win.

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The only way to understand Foucault is if you are a graduate student or you are attending a university and have been trained in this particular style of discourse. That’s a way of guaranteeing, it might not be his purpose, but that’s a way of guaranteeing that intellectuals will have power, prestige and influence. If something can be said simply, say it simply, so that the carpenter next door can understand you. Anything that is at all well understood about human affairs is pretty simple. I find Foucault really interesting but I remain skeptical of his mode of expression. I find that I have to decode him, and after I have decoded him, maybe I’m missing something. I don’t get the significance of what I am left with. I have never effectively understood what he was talking about. I mean, when I try to take the big words he uses and put them into words that I can understand and use, it is difficult for me to accomplish this task. It all strikes me as overly convoluted and very abstract. But what happens when you try to skip down to real cases? The trouble with Foucault, and with this certain kind of theory, arises when it tries to come down to earth. Really, nobody was able to explain to me the importance of his work…

Noam Chomsky on Foucault’s dense style (via nomchimpsky)

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Under the Blossoming Cherry Trees (Masahiro Shinoda, 1975)

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kim these r so good !!

works-in-progress for my graduating show. all are collage, acrylic and charcoal on board

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The group Muslims of Halifax spent Saturday morning bagging $10,000 dollars worth of food for food banks in Nova Scotia.

Approximately 50 people participated, including many children. They bagged cereal, tuna, pasta, and other foods. Each bag is ready to go to one family in need.

Feed Nova Scotia sent out an appeal earlier this week — saying its supplies were critically low.

The call for help happened to come during the Muslim holy month of Ramadan — a time of year food drive coordinator Asraa El-Darahali said made this donation more meaningful.

“During the month of Ramadan you’re fasting and this year we fasted for the longest period of time. It’s 18.5 hours so we really felt what hunger felt like and we really felt what those who go without a meal feel,” said El-Darahali.

Volunteers spent about two hours stuffing bags for Feed Nova Scotia.

Ummah Mosque executive chair, Ashraf Al Zaman, said people were eager to volunteer.

“We are sharing some of the Ramadan spirit with the greater community,” said Zaman.

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how to feel alive again?

Kill something inside yourself like Ego and then rebirth it. You have infinite lives inside you if one isn’t working out end it and begin another. Swallow some pop rocks. Talk to a stranger.

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Foggy day and high water on the Ota River that flows through Hiroshima, Japan.

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(via Mark My Words: The Subversive History of Women Using Thread as Ink)

worth a read !

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There Are Birds Here by Jamaal May For Detroit There are birds here, so many birds here is what I was trying to say when they said those birds were metaphors for what is trapped between buildings and buildings. No. The birds are here to root around for bread the girl’s hands tear and toss like confetti. No, I don’t mean the bread is torn like cotton, I said confetti, and no not the confetti a tank can make of a building. I mean the confetti a boy can’t stop smiling about and no his smile isn’t much like a skeleton at all. And no his neighborhood is not like a war zone. I am trying to say his neighborhood is as tattered and feathered as anything else, as shadow pierced by sun and light parted by shadow-dance as anything else, but they won’t stop saying how lovely the ruins, how ruined the lovely children must be in that birdless city.