contemplating chicken: various thoughts

kendra-p:

Last weekend I saw some big orinoco crocodiles. I fell in love with their CUTE LIL FATFATS, and then I drew them. Ok.

kendra-p:

Last weekend I saw some big orinoco crocodiles. I fell in love with their CUTE LIL FATFATS, and then I drew them. Ok.

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I have two modes

1. awkward laughter

2. awkward honesty

se-smith:

Pallas’s cat is a small wild cat having a broad but patchy distribution in the grasslands and montane steppe of Central Asia. The species is negatively affected by habitat degradation, prey base decline, and hunting, and has therefore been classified as ‘Near Threatened’ by IUCN since 2002.

http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Pallas’s_cat

[Image: A series of photographs of Pallas’ cats, including both kittens and adults, all of which have the classic sort of stubby, chunky build characteristic of the species. The best features a cat asleep in a tree, but the one of three kittens in someone’s arms is pretty great too.]

OKAY KITTIES KITTIES MAKE EVERYTHING BETTER RIGHT

(Source: acknowledgetheabsurd)

My name is attached to this. And my picture. I may be stupid.

I don’t fucking care. 

explore-blog:

The Wizard of Oz reimagined by Lisbeth Zwerger, one of the most imaginative illustrators of our time — rare, gasp-gorgeous illustrations.

explore-blog:

The Wizard of Oz reimagined by Lisbeth Zwerger, one of the most imaginative illustrators of our time  rare, gasp-gorgeous illustrations.

joanisaliveinchina:

random sketches from suzhou trip made b/w.
back in beijing and bored >{

awkwardsituationist:

thirteen year old ashol pan is part of a nascent movement of girls who are keeping alive the six thousand year old kazakh tradition of golden eagle hunting known as berkutchy.

though long the monopoly of boys — once deemed uniquely strong enough to carry a full grown eagle on their arms and endure harsh winter hunts — fewer are now learning the skill, abandoning their traditional semi nomadic ways for life in the cities.

berkutchy is a life long profession, and is often a hereditary one. but ashol’s brother left for the military, leaving her father, an experienced eagle hunter, to ask if she would take his place and assume training.

asher svidensky — who took these photos during a four month trek in the mountains of western mongolia’s bayan ulgii (or “rich cradle”) province, where only 250 hunters remain — told the bbc that where most boys are at first apprehensive around their eagles, ashol was very much at ease.

ashol, though still in school, will spend much of her time nurturing her eagle, imprinting herself on the fiercely independent bird from birth. after much time and training, her eagle — who is considered a member of the family — will learn to track down rabbits, foxes and wolves, whose fur is needed for the harsh winters.

I really like how happy these photos are.

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happymonsters:

[HappyMonsters.]

Spread the joy! =) Remember, you deserve to be happy!

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archiemcphee:

Brazilian illustrator Gabriel Picolo is just over 100 days into an awesome art project called 365-DaysofDoodles. It’s exactly what it sounds like - Picolo is drawing something new in one of his Moleskine sketchbooks every day for a year. However these are some of the finest “doodles” we’ve ever seen.

Each drawing is unique and often inspired by some sort of pop culture source, featuring his own version of characters from anime, tv, movies and fine art.

Click here to view all of the daily doodles that Picolo has created thus far and then be sure to check back to watch him update the project.

[via Design Taxi]

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walking wound

The meeting with my professor was about as harrowing as I expected it to be. I started crying when we started talking about PhDs. I couldn’t really talk without crying harder, so I didn’t try to explain: this is a conditioned response. I am now afraid of you, because you remind me of the Very Bad Time last year. Yes, I am under a lot of stress, but this is also triggering something like a flashback for me. It is fine. I will be fine. 

Her take is — almost in these exact words — that I am too fragile and too unstable to do a PhD now. 

There are so many things I didn’t say. I didn’t say: Look, what you’re saying is just that you think I can’t do it. You’re trying to be very kind, but the end result is the same. And because you said that, I have to do it. Because you said it, and the Ex-friend said it, and so long as I can taste lingering contempt in the air, the only route out is through: I have to do a PhD, an exemplary one. 

Just not here.

I guess I am frustrated by this expectation that I need to be whole and healthy before I try to do a PhD. I mean: no. The short answer is no. I’m not waiting for the sadness to roll back before I do the things I want, or I will be waiting a very. long. time.