P.R.E.S.S.

Miss @brodieannfelinedown aka my illegitimate daughter aka big mallet mama aka the birthday girl. (Taken with Instagram)

Escaped Conviction by Alex Pardee. Print on top of my chest of drawers. (Taken with Instagram)

cameron-stewart:

Chell and GLaDOS, personal work, 2012

Escape Plan

I’m retiring from Tumblr for a while, maybe forever. It takes up way too much of my time keeping up with everything, and I really hope to get stuck into some creative projects this year, and so far tumblr is just getting in the way.

I’ll be back when I have something creative to show, something original to say, etc.

It’s been fun.

sneak046:

groonk:

momentofmorrison:

“U. R. BANDIT” - We3, art by Frank Quitely. DC/Vertigo, 2004.

When Hollywood does this movie it best be done right.

I don’t mind admitting We3 makes me tear up.

Me too, sneak, me too.

Where the heck were you when the page was blank?

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—	Copywriter Paul Butterworth on critics (via)

prostheticknowledge:

A Map of the first Internet (via Gizmodo)

This is Arpanet. The internet before Google. Before Flickr, before YouTube, before Chat Roulette, before BitTorrent. Before pictures of your ex-girlfriend on Facebook. An internet that you could draw a map of with only a few lines and some dots. 1972.

At this point, the internet wasn’t even the internet—still dubbed ARPANET, the Pentagon (and a handful of universities’) private plaything. As you can see, it wasn’t exactly… extensive. The network served only to link key research centers. It’s pretty amazing to think that this smattering of cables turned into the bizarre, twisted, incredibly complex nebula of porn, parody, knowledge hatred, joy, and cat videos we now adore. [Life]

whytheendisnear:

Mark Jakel

Not by the Direct Method.: Well, this sort of thing interests me, anyhow. »

jessnevins:

And who knows when this information might come in handy?

Nineteenth-century accounts shed light on how the castration procedure was undertaken in China where total castration was the norm and the “eunuch-maker” was a special occupation. In preparation for surgery, the patient’s abdomen and upper thighs were tightly bound with strings or bandages that left the penis and scrotum exposed. These were then washed three times in hot pepper water while the patient sat in a semireclining position on a heated piece of furniture known in Chinese as the kang. The “eunuch-maker” repeatedly questioned the patient whether he really wanted to go through with the surgery. If the patient confirmed his commitment, he was firmly held down by assistants while his penis and scrotum were cut off with one sweep of a razor sharp sickle-shaped knife. The urethra was plugged and blocked off, and the wound was covered by paper soaked in cold water; tight bandages were applied. The assistant then had to walk the patient around for two or three hours before allowing him to lie down. He was forbidden to take fluids for three days. After this period was over, the urethra plug was removed and if urine gushed out, the operation was regarded as a success. If no urine appeared, the prognosis was that the man would soon die an agonizing death. After castration, the eunuch’s genitals were put in a container where they were pickled, after which they were returned to him for safekeeping. The eunuch would have to present them for advancement in rank, and after his death, his genitals would be buried together with the corpse.

Jess Nevins always finds the best/weirdest stuff.

Imagine: here was a young girl who was just becoming aware of our democracy; just beginning to understand the obligations of citizenship; just starting to glimpse the fact that someday she too might play a part in shaping her nation’s future. She had been elected to her student council; she saw public service as something exciting, something hopeful. She was off to meet her congresswoman, someone she was sure was good and important and might be a role model. She saw all this through the eyes of a child, undimmed by the cynicism or vitriol that we adults all too often just take for granted.

I want us to live up to her expectations. I want our democracy to be as good as she imagined it. All of us - we should do everything we can to make sure this country lives up to our children’s expectations.

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—	President Barack Obama (via soupsoup)

Shit journalism files: The Guardian, not Wikileaks, the reckless releaser of harmful information: who knew? »

weatherbeatenhollowsofsnow:

Wikileaks got the blame for putting a US embassy cable regarding Zimbabwe into the public domain. They were soundly condemned by the media and various pundits for endangering Morgan Tsvangirai and the potential for some semblance of democracy in Zimbabwe. As it happens, Wikileaks did not choose to release the cable into the public domain and publish it. It was the Guardian newspaper which made the decision.

UPDATE: Here’s Glenn Greenwald’s piece on the issue.

sneak046:

“The knife, fork and spoon shown in the picture all have built-in flintlock pistols. These weapons carry the maker’s mark F X RICHTER IN REICHEBERG and date from about 1715. The pistol frames are in bronze gilt, and the lockwork is unusual because it is entirely external.” - Douglas Self ….. (via Combat Cutlery « How to be a Retronaut)

Make your own Bible. Select and collect all the words and sentences that in all your readings have been to you like the blast of a trumpet.

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—	Ralph Waldo Emerson (via libraryland). (via kathleenjoy) That right there is some sound religious advice.

pushart:

Mark Ryden’s Yoshi the Forest Spirit on Hi Fructose, goes on sale Saturday 15th with proceeds to charity.