I don’t get all of these Video Game Valentines (because I haven’t played everything they reference), but I can attest to the greatness of the ones I do understand. (the Journey one is particularly lovely.)
I ended the class with an activity in which I described paintings that students couldn’t see, and they had to draw them: “There is a woman on the left and a man on the right. The man is bald and wearing round glasses,” etc.
Spanish teens agree: there is no smiling in American Gothic.
(I love this post, & the other images are great too.)
Mallory’s “Texts From” series is back with a vengeance.
“She is the color of a penny
is why I have chosen that name, Ben”
Melis, take me away!
really digging this particular Natalie Eve Garrett painting. the texture is great.
(via the Hairpin.)
sext: u take off your shirt. i take off my pants. i take off another pair of pants. i take off a pair of pants under those pants. i take off an endlessly repeating series of pants. the designs get stranger and increasingly more surreal with every pair. 30 years later i’m still going and we are just as in love as the moment i took off the first pair.
i will find the love i need
you know how I reblog things that are really old because they’ve somehow wedged themselves into my psyche? this is one of those times. (also, docsorrow’s ladyhealth posts on the Hairpin are some of my favorite things on the entire internet, for what that’s worth.)
This series is so good and simple and funny and wonderful. And Mallory Ortberg’s (the writer) twitter is hysterical.
always reblog Melis.
1. You spot a cutie at a bar, and the pleasure center of your brain instantly lights up. You:
a. Stroll right up to him and whisper, “Need a drink?” when his is clearly full.
b. Stay put until he finally chats with a mutual friend, then say hi.
c. Rouse the attention of the bar patrons with a blaze of fire and teach them that Jesus Christ never walked the earth but was simply a mythological figure.
Pencils out.
genius.
(Source: distractionsandcontradictions)
I am really loving all of these antiquarian book sculptures by Alexander Korzer-Robinson, but I think this one is my favorite (Santa Muerte, slide #14). kind of like Joseph Cornell’s boxes, but with paper.
the image clicks-through to the full slideshow, which is worth seeing.
(Source: thehairpin.com)
On zipping up dresses.
My roommate slept in this morning and so I was limited to dresses I can zip up without assistance.
I’m excited, in theory, about living alone, but more than a little concerned about what it’s going to mean for me sartorially.
There should be a thing like bottle openers mounted to walls at bodegas.
I can’t even count how many times my husband’s been woken up to my back in front of his face, with me agitatedly asking him, “can you zip this up real quick please? hurry [my carpool buddy]’s here.”
there also needs to be a way to adjust your own bra straps while said bra is still on your body (without enlisting a partner who may not be super-accustomed to the task. “no, no, DOWN; now you’re making it LOOSER.”).
