Every Day is Friday

Every post = something I love.

Deprived of meaningful work, men and women lose their reason for existence; they go stark, raving mad.

—Dostoevsky (via claerwen)

(via fuckyeahexistentialism)

The Eels - “Suicide Life”

DGAF the vid, but I can’t get this song out of my head. 

Not being able to workout normally for the past week and a half—>my brain feels weird. 0.o

It struck me kinda funny, something funny sir to me, how at the end of every hard earned day people find some reason to believe.

—The Boss, “Reason to Believe”

bobbycaputo:

notnadia:

jaynajaynajayna:

When Joseph-Nicephore Niepce took the first photograph in 1828, his photographic plate required an exposure of eight hours. That exposure time was drastically reduced across the course of the nineteenth century, so that by the 1890s the Collodion process had cut exposure times to two or three seconds.

Nevertheless, a three second exposure meant that subjects had to stand very still to avoid being blurred, and holding a smile for that period was tricky. As a result, we have a tendency to see our Victorian ancestors as even more formal and stern than they might have been.

These pictures are drawn from the Flickr group “The Smiling Victorian” and show a perhaps surprising side to the people who’s “now” was a hundred years before our own.

Interesting historical/modern juxtaposition: have you ever been part of a group photo being taken by someone who is even in the least bit unfamiliar with the camera/mobile device being used? This is what it looks and feels like. Sometimes it leads to hilarious outtake photos (last night, for example, WAS FULL OF THEM). Perhaps we haven’t really changed at all. Technology has caught up to users, sure, but all users can never fully catch up to technology.

Also, how did ladies swim in those bathing suits, my goodness??

I love these old photos. And yes, As much as the times change, we remain the same.

fuckyeahtattoos: My first tattoo. Been mulling one over, on and off, for about 10 years.  But I could never decide what I wanted to do.  Which was a fantastic reason not to get one.  Then, earlier this spring, as I was training for a 1/2 marathon, I realized that finishing the 1/2 was the milestone I wanted to mark.  And I also realized that this was the design I wanted. This says a lot about my running style.  At 44, I am not fast.  Nor am I particularly inspiring to watch insofar as my form is concerned.  But “Go, Dog. Go!” is a driving mantra for me when my ass is dragging.  My intention is to add a dog for each significant race or goal I make … sub 2:30 half, 1st trail half, etc.   The dog is a combination of three different dogs from the P.D. Eastman classic of the same name.  And  the lettering picks up the typeface of the cover art. I write for a living, so the fact that the punctuation is correct is also meaningful to me. If you’re in Nashville, or through Nashville, or ever heard of Nashville, you owe it to yourself to check out Black 13.  My artist Jon was super-cool, and had hands like a surgeon. None of the descriptions online of the actual sensation of getting the work done really applied to me.  The feeling, especially as he started in with the outlining, was somewhere between a low-voltage AC current and a scratch.  What was most unexpected is that it sort of took my breath away, similar to the feeling of walking into really cold water. It was my first.  It won’t be my last. Artist:  Jon Ragoe, Black 13, Nashville, Tennessee Best.

fuckyeahtattoos:

My first tattoo.

Been mulling one over, on and off, for about 10 years.  But I could never decide what I wanted to do.  Which was a fantastic reason not to get one.  Then, earlier this spring, as I was training for a 1/2 marathon, I realized that finishing the 1/2 was the milestone I wanted to mark.  And I also realized that this was the design I wanted.

This says a lot about my running style.  At 44, I am not fast.  Nor am I particularly inspiring to watch insofar as my form is concerned.  But “Go, Dog. Go!” is a driving mantra for me when my ass is dragging.  My intention is to add a dog for each significant race or goal I make … sub 2:30 half, 1st trail half, etc.  

The dog is a combination of three different dogs from the P.D. Eastman classic of the same name.  And  the lettering picks up the typeface of the cover art. I write for a living, so the fact that the punctuation is correct is also meaningful to me.

If you’re in Nashville, or through Nashville, or ever heard of Nashville, you owe it to yourself to check out Black 13.  My artist Jon was super-cool, and had hands like a surgeon.

None of the descriptions online of the actual sensation of getting the work done really applied to me.  The feeling, especially as he started in with the outlining, was somewhere between a low-voltage AC current and a scratch.  What was most unexpected is that it sort of took my breath away, similar to the feeling of walking into really cold water.

It was my first.  It won’t be my last.

Artist:  Jon Ragoe, Black 13, Nashville, Tennessee

Best.