#CMU

[empirearchives]

Black empire style gown

Tulle and silk

C. 1800-1810, Napoleonic era

Centraal Museum, Utrecht

[remash]

merricks farmhouse ~ michael lumby architecture + nielsen jenkins | photos © tom ross

[stevebattle]

Iris Lunar Rover by Carnegie Mellon University, Pittsburgh, PA (2024). Carnegie Mellon University (CMU) students and staff collaborated with Astrobotic to develop the Iris rover for Astrobotic’s inaugural lunar mission. It will be carried to the Moon by the Astrobotic Peregrine Mission One, launched on January 8th 2024, aboard the United Launch Alliance's (ULA) new Vulcan Centaur rocket. The rover is the size of a shoebox and weighs just 4lbs. It’ll be the first student-built rover to land on the moon and is equipped with cameras to observe the moon's terrain and enable remote guidance from Earth. The Peregrine lander and rover will reach the Moon on February 23rd 2024, and will land at the "Bay of Stickiness" on the northeast border of the "Ocean of Storms" – let's hope it doesn't live up to its name!

UPDATE: The Peregrine Lander began venting fuel soon after launch, making it difficult for Astrobotic to stabilise the spacecraft. The resulting loss of fuel means that it cannot attempt a moon landing.

[davidnajewiczphotography]

Thistle bloom - from a bouquet for a fellow CMU alumni

[genderfcker]

hi this is your friendly reminder if you like queer wrath, community, and kicking capitalist ass, you should very much read all books in the cute mutants universe by sj whitby. starting w/ cute mutants book 1 and going all the way through to the spin-offs set post-mutopians book 1.

[shatterboxin]

what if i made a cute little t-shirt hoodie that i spray-painted the back of with lots of fun colors and stenciled out the words cute mutants on, and what if i put the little cute mutants symbol on the front in the upper left or right corner of the hoodie-

[steveahoi]

Swedish Spy Sirius. He boops you all (so secretly you don't even notice. But you've been booped).

[coreyscotthill]

Oakland B&W 12/06/2023

[kagansune]

A Reflection on the Pro Palestine Encampment in Pittsburgh

Over the past few days I've been spending a lot of time at the encampment in Pittsburgh PA. And if y'all would humor me I've had a lot of thoughts floating around in my mind and I wanted to write down my experience.

I'm not super involved in political activism in general. I find it exhausting to think about how terrible things are and for my own mental health I tend not to look at the news too much. I had heard that some universities had started encampments. but it wasn't until Friday I learned there was one a bus ride away from where I lived. On Friday I woke to a text from a friend that said "hey there's a rally for Palestine here, you should come if you can they need bodies."

While I am not such a fan of talking the talk super loudly. I am absolutely a fan of doing. So I went and bought snacks and Gatorade and hopped on a bus. When I got there I was surprised to see a snack tent FULL of donations. I saw people who had been there for days and some people who got off the bus when I did.

I didn't anticipate an Encampment, All I heard was rally, but after the rally, and after the march I stayed as long as I could. I heard that the mayor's office sanctioned it till Monday. Then I went home fed my cats and played video games.

Saturday I came back. This time I brought a large bag of painting supplies, a sketchbook and a reading book. I didn't know that there actually activities planned for the day. I came in and there was a group of 15 or so people mending and had sewing in the middle of camp. I sat down next to them and began to paint.

Over the next few hours as I painted. I painted the encampment. people came and went. News crews came and went, each with a camp warning to put on masks if you didn't want to be identified. And different professors came and lead discussions. Some on topics I understood. Some that truly enlightenment me and changed my thinking. There were counter protestors but they were peaceful, and the organizers made sure of it to.

When I finished the painting I gave it to the organizers and they asked if they could auction it off for fundraising. I said yes. I don't know if that's what will happen. I hope it is, but even if it's not, it's in the hands of the people who built what I painted. They deserve it more than anyone.

After the last of the lectures and chants and sing-a longs. I went home. I sat on my couch in silence for what must have been an hour or two. But my mind was not silent, I listened to the music of their chanting, the wind in the trees, the desperation in their voices, it rang in my ears even as I went to sleep.

Sunday (today) When I got to the camp the sun was high in the sky and people were frantically moving tarps to make shade and getting ice and water. I had come with my art supplies again but today I did not use them. Today I helped the camp function. I participated in discussions. I made shade. I asked organizers how I could be of use.

When the rally and the march came the 30 some people who were there when I arrived had turned into over 100. maybe even 300. I'm not sure. The police blocked off the block and stood at the ready. We heard speeches from Palestinians, from Jewish students, from Organizers with no affiliation at all. And the diversity of the crowd... age, race, religion. I have never seen a greater rainbow of humanity in my life.

Part way through the march I went back to camp to drink water. I put myself to work with the other 10 or so people left to guard it. we organized the food and medical tents. we ran water out to the marchers. we got dinner from a donors car and brought it in.

When I left to go home they were still out there, a hundred strong standing and chanting in front of the cathedral of learning. mind you, 2 hours had passed since the rally had begun.

I was home 10 minutes when I heard the riot police had shown up.

I thought to earlier in the day. There had been a seminar on what to do if you get arrested. I was only half paying attention during it. I remember talking to the person next to me. we both planned to leave our phones and water bottle at camp, but even so, we doubted we would get arrested. I wonder if she's okay right now.

I walked to the grocery store, I brought my headphones but I didn't use them. My head was still filled with the noise, the chanting, the crying, the desperation. but also the joy, the love, the hope. I see the university students strong and hardened in their stance. I see the professors and older community members crying with pride and pain, knowing what comes next. A hundred painting I could make fill my head. I listened the music of the wind in the trees as I saw the Cathedral of Learning standing tall in the distance. A beacon of contradiction.

Disclose. Divest. We will not Stop we will not Rest.

Disclose. Divest. We will not Stop we will not Rest.

From the River to the Sea, Palestine will be Free.

From the Sea to the River, Palestine will Live Forever.

I hope they're ok.

I hope they will all, be okay,

[misspenguin101-blog]

"Stormy Skies and Trash Can Tales: The Hilarious Heroics of CMUan Students"

Life as a CMUan student is a rollercoaster ride through the storms of heavy rain, dodging puddles like Olympic hurdles while balancing textbooks and laptops like circus performers. Transportation becomes an adventure sport, with students mastering the art of catching buses amidst a chaotic dance of schedules and overcrowded stops. And let's not forget the battle against the ultimate foe: garbage waste. Trash cans overflow like never-ending fountains, testing our determination as we navigate through a sea of discarded coffee cups and crumpled papers, searching for a spot to drop our own waste without causing an environmental disaster.

But amidst these trials and tribulations, there's a hidden gem of inspiration. As I embarked on the noble quest of interviewing my fellow warriors of academia, I found myself facing an army of reluctant interviewees. Some were as elusive as unicorns, dodging my inquiries with ninja-like reflexes, while others, like rare Pokémon, were too shy to emerge from the safety of their academic cocoons. Yet, in the midst of this comedic struggle, I discovered a profound truth: the resilience of the human spirit. Despite their busy schedules and natural inclination towards avoiding interviews like the plague, many students opened up with tales of perseverance and humor, reminding me that even in the midst of chaos, there's always room for laughter and inspiration. So here's to the CMUan spirit – braving the storms, battling the garbage, and still finding reasons to smile amidst the madness.

[empirearchives]

Empire style dress, known as a golden rain gown

1807-1810, Napoleonic era

Centraal Museum

[artbysconnor]

Got to design the Raceday shirts for my alumni association to celebrate the races of my college's fun little niche sport this year. I thought they came out super well, especially once they got printed!

[freshthoughts2020]

[davidnajewiczphotography]

A very old image from my film days - Carnegie Mellon University, Porter Hall - back when it still had ivy, circa 1970. Something about that old film look - digitized from a 35mm slide, Pentax Spotmatic, some short tele 135mm?,  Kodak Ektachrome 400 

[genderfcker]

[shatterboxin]

just was given a whole bunch of raven cycle posters as a belated christmas gift and holy SHOOT i wish i could get some cute mutants ones. i'm going to have to make them myself, aren't i?