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I hate you fireworks. I hate you explosions. i hate you high pitched whistle sounds. I hate you loud noises. I hate you patriotism. I hate you bangs booms snaps pops. I hate you combustion. I hate you gunpowder. I hate you firecrackers. I hate you cherry bombs. I hate you sparklers. I hate you roman candles. I hate you bottle rockets. I hate you fourth of july. I hate you america.

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I hope there’s an afterlife so that whoever made this pot 2,000 years ago can brag that their cookware is so good it’s still usable literally millennia later. Something about this object being lost for centuries and then rediscovered, and being put (successfully) to its original purpose again is so pleasing to me.

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Leonard Cohen on Hydra, Greece, October 1960

Source: James Burke/Getty

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I know I am loved :)

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Carlo D’Anselmi (American, b. 1991)

Hunters, 2021

Oil on canvas

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What a journey this life is! dependent, entirely, on things unseen. If your lover lives in Hong Kong and cannot get to Chicago, it will be necessary for you to go to Hong Kong. Perhaps you will spend your life there, and never see Chicago again. And you will, I assure you, as long as space and time divide you from anyone you love, discover a great deal about shipping routes, airlines, earthquake, famine, disease, and war. And you will always know what time it is in Hong Kong, for you love someone who lives there. And love will simply have no choice but to go into battle with space and time and, furthermore, to win.

I know we often lose, and that the death or destruction of another is infinitely more real and unbearable than one's own. I think I know how many times one has to start again, and how often one feels that one cannot start again. And yet, on pain of death, one can never remain where one is. The light. The light. One will perish without the light.

James Baldwin, “Nothing Personal.” 1964.

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Mary Ellen Mark     Jeanette at a Carnival, Brooklyn, New York     1978

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Holland, 1948-1954

Kees Scherer

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Monument Valley, Utah

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So weird to see everyone posting about like depression because of daylight hours because for me it’s anniversary of my best friends death season so I’m in my own little swirl n feel like the daylight one is fake even tho I know it’s real

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Jean-Jacques Sempé

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leonard cohen, 1965.

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Realizing that singing and dancing were just some of the things my body DOES was so freeing. Separating them from the idea of performance and putting them at the same level as talking and walking really changed my relationship to singing and dancing

Thanks to the ubiquity of recordings, we live in a less musical world than our ancestors did. Within living memory, it was the norm for nearly everyone to sing while they worked, while they worshipped, as entertainment for themselves or a few friends, or for no reason at all. Now, anyone can have music made for them at the push of a button, and anyone with a less than perfect voice is reluctant to sing at all. I enjoy singing for students in local schools and the only real takeaway I want to give them from my programs is You can do this, too! Music is not something you have to be exceptionally clever or particularly talented to make. When is the last time you heard someone singing in public for no discernable reason? I would like to hear it more often.

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Herbert List:  Fisherman, Isle of Naxos,  Greece  (1938)

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Untitled (apple), Akira Matsumoto, 1964. Colour woodcut.