I finally got an appointment for a therapy session to deal with my anxiety after calling over 20 doctors without as much as an answer or call back… you know, the kinds of things that totally help my anxiety. JFC
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sometimes i just
me everyday :(
Everyday at sixth form
Ughhhh too accurate
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AW MOTHERFRICKIN YISS
I scored tickets to the Boston Calling music festival tomorrow! The Shins, Marina and the Diamonds, Matt and Kim, Fun., Portugal the Man
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The time Lea Michele tried to serenade Jay Z and Beyoncé wasn’t having it.
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Virtual supermarkets are popping up in subway stations in South Korea, where commuters can virtually shop for items while waiting for the train to come. Customers simply scan an item’s QR code using the free “Homeplus” app and can have it delivered to their doorstep before they even get home. Ranked as the 2nd most hard-working country in the world to Japan, South Korea is rewarding its workers with this timesaving gem.
Wow! I kinda love this idea.
literally the future
this is some total recall shit i fuckin love it
genius
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Apologies for the terrible image quality - I’m lacking scanner access at the minute so I had to take these photos on my phone
I was reading hyperbole and a half’s blog entry explaining their experience of depression and decided to make another sketchy comic based on my experiences with anxiety, which is another mental illness I think people tend to misunderstand quite frequently
Hopefully this will be of use to some people - whether they suffer from anxiety themselves or if they just want to know more about it
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Kanye West getting deep on twitter
SOLID.
this is why I love this man.
Okay, if you don’t love Kanye, I question you and will forever until you learn.
I’ve never had a man ask me straight up if it was okay to use the word “bitch” even endearingly.
Not once.is this real
yes
http://www.huffingtonpost.com/2012/09/04/kanye-west-introspective-word-bitch_n_1853966.html
Kanye - having well thought out conversations via Twitter on a subject most Feminist & Critical Race Theory 101 college courses can only dream of achieving by the end of the semester.
Kanye, my darling. <3
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The Act of Killing is a film about genocide. And it is so surreal, and so disconcerting that one actually searches for reassurance that it’s okay to watch, okay to have watched. Deeply respected documentarians Errol Morris and Werner Herzog are credited as executive producers, one notes. The film has played established festivals. It’s been authorized. And yet its audience was desperate to exit the theater, and with good reason. This is a film about men who did unspeakable things, and who claim to be at peace with what they’ve done, though we aren’t sure we believe them. Perhaps it is fitting, then, that the film itself is so difficult to grapple with. Or maybe even saying that is an oversimplification: an attempt, in retrospect, to tidy things up with words.
The project that The Act of Killing documents is jarring in itself: men who led Indonesian death squads in the sixties, when over a million suspected “Communists,” including farmers and intellectuals, were murdered, agree to recreate what they did, acting out their mass killings for the camera (keep in mind that these men have not been prosecuted for any crimes, as the killings were government-sanctioned). It turns out the men are enthusiastic about telling their story from their perspective, and – troublingly – they are big fans of American cinema, especially the gangster films. They take to the project with relish. Some of the scenes that they stage are absurd, if too perverse to be termed funny, including a musical number set to the tune of “Born Free.” It makes for profoundly uncomfortable viewing, and one wonders if gaining insight into these men’s perceptions of their crimes is worth giving them the power to shape their stories on film in the first place.
But the experience of recreating genocide does begin to have a sobering impact on the men. One of the men, Anwar Congo, is chillingly lighthearted about his past at the beginning of the documentary, walking the crew through his preferred methods of torture and murder at the scene of many of his past crimes. Yet he eventually confesses having difficulty sleeping, and the task of sitting in for one of his victims, and then replaying the footage, actually brings him to tears. One of the documentary’s final scenes finds Congo returning to the murder site that he that he had previously appeared to have no trouble visiting, and this time he is clearly struggling with his past, physically retching as he remembers. Another scene finds a group of men reenacting the destruction of a village, and the trauma becomes all too real (a woman really faints, children cannot stop crying after the shout of “Cut!”). Some of the men admit that they didn’t feel good about the scene, or how it made them come across. By staging fictionalized versions of these real atrocities, the men are forced to confront their own violence in a way that they have not before, and the results are potent but harrowing.
This is no ordinary film, and it raises serious questions about whether audiences should be spending time getting to know mass killers (it’s impossible to try to process what these men have done when watching them dance or sit with their grandchildren), and whether those killers should be allowed to “simulate” the burning of a village by essentially terrifying real women and children. But The Act of Killing also stands as a testament to the power of art to build empathy, and it does so in a way that is not in the least didactic. It stretches the boundaries of what a documentary can be and raises provocative questions about what they should be. It is a film that feels truly dangerous. Indeed, many of the crewmembers, including one of the film’s co-directors, are listed anonymously in the film’s credits. Co-directors Christine Cynn, Joshua Oppenheimer, and their anonymous partner have created something unique and very powerful with The Act of Killing. Those with a serious interest in nonfiction filmmaking will rightly feel compelled to see it, and they will doubtlessly be riveted. But they may also find themselves exiting quickly, eager to escape the darkness in the theater.
Made all the more jarring by the fact that I didn’t entirely need the subtitles. The language barrier is one I think most people would prefer to have while watching this film.
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