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Interior with Black Dog    -     William Robinson , 1970.

Australian,b.1936-’

Oil on linen

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Taking Root: The Vision of Wangari Maathai. Filmmakers: Alan Dater, Lisa Merton, 2008.

The documentary tells the inspiring story of the Green Belt Movement of Kenya and its founder Wangari Maathai, the first environmentalist and first African woman to win the Nobel Peace Prize.

The U.S.- educated Professor Maathai discovered her life’s work by reconnecting with the rural women with whom she had grown up. Their lives had become intolerable: they were walking longer distances for firewood, clean water was scarce, the soil was disappearing from their farms, and their children were suffering from malnutrition. Maathai thought to herself, “Well, why not plant trees?” She soon discovered that tree planting had a ripple effect of empowering change. Countering the devastating cultural effects of colonialism, Maathai began teaching communities about self-knowledge as a path to change and community action. The women worked successively against deforestation, poverty, ignorance, embedded economic interests, and violent political oppression. They became a national political force that helped to bring down Kenya’s 24-year dictatorship -Kanopy.

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Hasan Minhaj has created an actually free website for doing your taxes online, and it includes both a gallery naming and shaming corporate tax avoiders, and THIS little gem - an ASMR video.  About taxes.  That definitely falls into the category of “things that are unfeasibly hot for some goddamn reason”.

10/10

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And it occurred to me that in this new millennial life of instant and ubiquitous connection, you don’t in fact communicate so much as leave messages for one another, these odd improvisational performances, often sorry bits and samplings of ourselves that can’t help but seem out of context. And then when you do finally reach someone, everyone’s so out of practice or too hopeful or else embittered that you wonder if it would be better not to attempt contact at all.

Chang-rae Lee, Aloft (via quotespile)

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“Lila shook her head skeptically. She was trying to understand, we were both trying to understand, and understanding was something that we loved to do.”

Elena Ferrante - My Brilliant Friend

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do the right thing (spike lee, 1989)

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friendship IS romance : 1. / 2. / 3. fleabag / 4. / 5. / 6. / 7. / 8. a little life, hanya yanagihara  / 9. / 10. 

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tl;dr so much of queer and trans adolescence is literally just not being permitted to actually be who you are and then arriving on the shores of adulthood like, what the fuck? who am i? what do i even want? 

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Do you have a crush on anyone?

Of Course Not… 

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Little Women (2019) dir. Greta Gerwig 

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GRETA GERWIG 2020 Vanity Fair Oscar Party — February 9, 2020

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“Let us read, and let us dance; these two amusements will never do any harm to the world….” 

Mercedes McCambridge, The Quality of Mercy  |  George Saunders, ‘Escape from Spiderhead’  |  A young couple dance the night away in the dilapidated lobby of a hotel. 1994. Cuba. Havana , ph. Peter Ginter  |  Leonard Cohen, ‘Dance Me to the End of Love’  |  Bill Moyers, intro to Joseph Campbell’s The Power of Myth  |  Charles Schultz, ‘Peanuts’ 1958  |  Adonis, ‘Beginnings of the Body, Ends of the Sea’ (tr. Khaled Mattawa)  |  Ilya Kaminsky, ‘In Praise of Laughter’  |  Slow dance, gay nightclub, Moscow, USSR, 1983. Ph. Gueorgui Pinkhassov  |  Leonard Cohen, ‘Dance Me to the End of Love’

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i know gays joke about the intimacy of hand touching and eye contact and whatever all the time and i love those jokes dearly but i think we’re all obsessed with these small barely visible gestures of love & closeness because bigger gestures ultimately make us targets for homophobia…like we want stories where gays gently touch hands at the train station or gaze at each other longingly or hug just a little too long etc because they reflect our real life experiences & usually those are the only kinds of public transgressions gay people are able to safely engage in. and sometimes not even that. sometimes a glance is enough to make you a target. sometimes you walk into a room and you’re a target. you know what i mean. gay intimacy is relegated to these infinitesimal moments because it is not allowed to exist otherwise. anyways im in a mood

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“I wanted to challenge politically the kissing scene, which traditionally either has the surprise kiss scene thanks to a rain shower for instance, or the obvious kiss scene thanks to mustard on the corner of the lips, for instance, and it is generally carefully scripted as ‘They kiss.’ Or ‘They passionately kiss.’ And then it’s on the actors’ shoulders. It seems to rely a lot on them because it’s their bodies and fluids and interaction, but it shouldn’t be. It’s fake. It’s not about finding the magic. Actors should always be part of the elaboration of an idea, especially with intimate scenes. So I wanted to craft a scene that would embody the sexiness of consent. People who are questioning the idea of asking for consent in France, they do exist. They are brave fighters for the culture of French gallantry who say that asking for consent would not be sexy, it will break the mood. Some of the French critics thought the film lacked flesh, precisely because to them eroticism is about conflict. […] At some point I came up with the idea of them having to unveil their mouths like they would undress themselves. So I put a scarf, justified by a strong wind, pressed on their lips and thinking you would see their heavy breathing through the moving cloth.”

Céline Sciamma on creating a new first kiss

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If grandmothers around the world had a rallying cry, it would probably sound something like “You need to eat!”

Photographer Gabriele Galimberti’s grandmother said something similar to him before one of his many globetrotting work trips. To ensure he had at least one good meal, she prepared for him a dish of ravioli before he departed on one of his adventures.  

“In that occasion I said to my grandma ‘You know, Grandma, there are many other grandmas around the world and most of them are really good cooks,” Galimberti wrote via email. “I’m going to meet them and ask them to cook for me so I can show you that you don’t have to be worried for me and the food that I will eat!’ This is the way my project was born!”

The project, “Delicatessen With Love”, took Galimberti to 58 countries where he photographed grandmothers with both the ingredients and finished signature dishes.

He acted as photographer and stylist during each shoot with the grandmothers, taking a portrait of both the women and the food they made for him.

From top to bottom: 

Inara Runtule, 68, Kekava, Latvia. Silke €(herring with potatoes and cottage cheese). Grace Estibero, 82, Mumbai, India. Chicken vindaloo.

Susann Soresen, 81, Homer, Alaska. Moose steak.

Serette Charles, 63, Saint-Jean du Sud, Haiti. Lambi in creole sauce.

The photographer’s grandmother Marisa Batini, 80, Castiglion Fiorentino, Italy. Swiss chard and ricotta Ravioli with meat sauce.

Normita Sambu Arap, 65, Oltepessi (Masaai Mara), Kenya. Mboga and orgali (white corn polenta with vegetables and goat).

Julia Enaigua, 71, La Paz, Bolivia. Queso Humacha (vegetables and fresh cheese soup).

Fifi Makhmer, 62, Cairo, Egypt. Kuoshry (pasta, rice and legumes pie).

Isolina Perez De Vargas, 83, Mendoza, Argentina. Asado criollo (mixed meats barbecue).

Bisrat Melake, 60, Addis Ababa, Ethiopia. Enjera with curry and vegetables.

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The Creative Act of Listening to a Talking Frog

Kermit the Frog gives a talk on creativity and creative risk-taking