fancybidet:

thatladydownthestreet:

dreamhampton1:

Joyce Vincent was 41 when she was found dead in her home, but she was 38 when she died. For three years, from 2003-2006, her body lay surrounded by Christmas gifts she was planning to wrap; the television still on. How does this happen? Especially to a woman who was social, who two-years prior had a high-powered job at Ernst and Young, who had rubbed elbows with celebrities, and who wanted to get married? That’s what Carol Morley set to find out. But her new documentary film, “Dreams of a Life,” is about more than just Joyce Vincent, a young, beautiful London woman whose parents were from the Caribbean and who no one seemed to miss when she was gone. It’s about life, death, and loneliness.”

Here’s an article on her, explains more fully http://www.guardian.co.uk/film/2011/oct/09/joyce-vincent-death-mystery-documentary

I read up on this a couple of years ago and it’s extremely heartbreaking.

The documentary is so sad.

You should care because the unexotic underclass can help address one of the biggest inefficiencies plaguing the startup scene right now: the flood of (ostensibly) smart, ambitious young people desperate to be entrepreneurs; and the embarrassingly idea-starved landscape where too many smart people are chasing too many dumb ideas, because they have none of their own (or, because they suspect no one will invest in what they really want to do). The unexotic underclass has big problems, maybe not the Big Problems – capital B, capital P – that get ‘discussed’ at Davos. But they have problems nonetheless, and where there are problems, there are markets.

[…]

There are only so many suit customisation, makeup sampling, music streaming, social eating, discount shopping, experience curating companies that the market can bear. If you’re itching to start something new, why chase the n-th iteration of a company already serving the young, privileged, liberal jetsetter? If you’re an investor, why revisit the same space as everyone else? There is life, believe me, outside of NY, Cambridge, Chicago, Atlanta, Austin, L.A. and San Fran.

Despite its questionable parenthetical insinuation that STEM funding goes mainly towards the development of inane apps and its use of the word “wantrepreneur,” this article by MIT’s C.Z. Nnaemeka on “the unexotic underclass” makes some good points about innovating in the middle. (via explore-blog)

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explore-blog:

The Emotionary, “words that don’t exist for feelings that do.” Complement with some playful takes on unusual words that do exist and a Cat-to-English translation. 

explore-blog:

The Emotionary, “words that don’t exist for feelings that do.” Complement with some playful takes on unusual words that do exist and a Cat-to-English translation

Beth Orton - I Wasn't Born To Follow

literaryjukebox:

One who tries to stand on tiptoe cannot stand still. One who stretches his legs too far cannot walk. One who advertises himself too much is ignored. One who advertises himself too much is ignored. One who is too insistent on his own view finds few to agree with him. One who claims too much credit does not get even what he deserves. One who is too proud is soon humiliated. These are condemned as extremes of greediness and self-destructive activity. Therefore, one who acts naturally avoids such extremes.

Those who know do not speak;

Those who speak do not know.

Stop your senses: Let sharp things be blunted,

Tangles resolved, The light tempered

And turmoil subdued;

For this mystic unity in which the wise man is moved

Neither by affection,

Nor yet be estrangement

Or profit or loss

Or honor or shame.

Accordingly, by all the world,

He is held highest.

Song: “I Wasn’t Born to Follow” by Beth Orton

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I’m an ambivert—more introverted than extroverted but with some extraordinarily well-developed faking skills.

I’m Daniel Pink, and This Is How I WorkLifeHacker goes inside Dan Pink’s day-to-day. Also see Pink on why ambiverts will win the future

For the curious, a previous How I Work with yours truly can be found here.

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omgthatdress:

Shoes
1913
Whitaker Auctions

omgthatdress:

Shoes

1913

Whitaker Auctions

fancybidet:

thisgingerisback:

i particularly hate men who react to you discussing or mentioning your period with “I didn’t need to know that!” or “TMI!!!”

jerk there’s a lot of things you don’t need like you don’t need to be breathing my oxygen

get the fuck out

It’s like DON’T YOU KNOW YOU COULD HAVE BEEN FLUSHED AWAY LIKE SO MUCH SHED UTERINE LINING?

persephonemag:

Who Hates Gatsby?By Gatsby, I mean the Great One. You know, F. Scott Fitzgerald’s Gatsby. The Great Gatsby. So here…View Post

persephonemag:

Who Hates Gatsby?

By Gatsby, I mean the Great One. You know, F. Scott Fitzgerald’s Gatsby. The Great Gatsby. So here…

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omgthatdress:

Parasol

1902

The Metropolitan Museum of Art

luxettenebris:

As Lightning from the Heavens | Devotional beads to the Peacock Prince

Made using gold-veined blue and white beads. Gold sunburst disks in honor of the Firstborn Sun and Mourning Star.

Rosary-style format and scapular-esque focal point are intentional. More on that soon.

Bead count contains numbers of biblical significance: 6 as the number associated with humanity and imperfection as well as seraph wings, 7 as the number that suggests completion and perfection. 9 is a personal association with Lucifer. 77 beads total.

The Spanish men left babies right and left. When most of the indias had given birth to mixed-blood children, when all the lands had been divided, our labor shared out in the encomienda, and no more caciques went out to battle them, they said the people were gone. How could we be gone? We were the brown and olive and cream-colored children of our mothers: Arawak, Maya, Lucaya, stolen women from all the shores of the sea. When we cooked, it was the food our mothers had always given us. We still pounded yuca and caught crabs. We still seasoned our stews with ají and wore cotton skirts. When we burned their fields, stole their cattle, set fire to their boats, they said we were someone else. What was wrong with their eyes? We mixed our blood together like sancocho and calalú. But the mother things stayed with us.
Remedios: Stories of Earth and Iron from the History of Puertorriqueñas (via onthemargin)

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art-of-swords:

Rapier with Scabbard

  • Decoration attributed to Gasparo Mola (Italian, Coldre ca. 1580–1640 Rome)
  • Dated: circa 1620–30
  • Culture: French or Italian
  • Medium: Steel, encrusted with gold and silver
  • Measurements: Length 49 1/4 in. ( 125.1 cm) Width 8 3/4 in. ( 22.23 cm)

The hilt decoration includes the coat of arms of the Albani family, possibly Orazio Albani (1576–1653), ambassador from Urbino to the papal court. While clearly influenced by French ornament, the decoration has been attributed to Gasparo Mola (1567–1640), a medalist and goldsmith working in Rome between about 1620 and 1630.

Source: © 2000–2013 The Metropolitan Museum of Art

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imnotamisandristbut:

I’m not a misandrist, but has anyone noticed that guys who are anti-feminist are really ugly? I mean, don’t be such a woman hater because you’re ugly. All the good looking guys are feminists.

daedric-cat:

immortalbears:

diaphanee:

Abandoned Rail Bridge, Japan.

i’m just really curious
is there anybody else who takes the rail tracks out of its mechanical context and started re-imagining it into some mythical sort of road
or is it just me

I like doing the same

daedric-cat:

immortalbears:

diaphanee:

Abandoned Rail Bridge, Japan.

i’m just really curious

is there anybody else who takes the rail tracks out of its mechanical context and started re-imagining it into some mythical sort of road

or is it just me

I like doing the same

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