You mean the generation that paid three times as much for college to enter a job market with triple the unemployment isn’t interested in purchasing the assets of the generation who just blew an enormous housing bubble and kept it from popping through quantitative easing and out-and-out federal support? Curious.
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This tweet sounds as though introverts consume the souls of others before they engage in social events.
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WHERE are they getting this stuff !!
Alawa. ambassador wolf at the Wolf Conservation Center
Clouds on Flickr.
"Three women keep cool during a heat wave by moving a park bench into the water in Central Park. September 1961."(Getty)
Lonely Deranged Penguin from Werner Herzog’s Encounters at the End of the World. Despite the fact that anything penguin-y always gets me, this particular segment of Herzog’s documentary of the odd, lost souls that find themselves in Antarctica really struck a chord with me. Encounters philosophizes about the ways that even the most eccentric of men and women create lives and community in the most inhospitable of environments - on one hand, spurred by curiosity and hunger to seek something miraculous, on the other finding comfort in the mundane. While the lone penguin that forever turns towards the mountains is meant to parallel the story of these polar immigrants, who are compelled to reject the conventional path and society, I can’t help but feel that the penguin’s doomed journey contradicts Herzog’s hopeful message that even in the face of near-constant death, when the you don’t fit in with the rest of the world, can’t push the words to describe the heartbreak you have experienced past your lips, and have fallen down to the very bottom of the world, the human spirit perseveres. When this penguin, whether it be because of curiosity, yearning, or plain ole derangement, turns away and begins to waddle away from all it has known, my heart aches to imagine him/her wandering, lonely, lost, hungry, scared and doomed. This scares me because I feel like this penguin sometimes. Doomed to either follow the pack or doomed to wander alone into the mountains. I can’t help but hope that across the range, that penguin finds an odd community of other lost and lonely penguins to build a home with. That’s what happens, right?
Think of the penguin- our little friend marching into the vastness of antarctica, certain of death. At one level that penguin is a metaphor for us all: we are marching into oblivion. And yet on the other hand it does not matter- for the penguin has decided that oblivion shall not confine it- it shall make its own decisions no matter whether others try to redirect it. It has a radical freedom. Furthermore its struggle means something as it means something to it- why Herzog asks- why we all ask of our own lives- but they mean something, our struggles towards abstract principles mean something because the universe only means something so far as we make it mean something. That is what one of Herzog’s interviewees says- he tells us that the universe only dreams through our dreams and that is as accurate as it gets. Living in a world of futility, we create meaning. Herzog himself- the good soldier of cinema- creates a meaning for his own life. Placing a sturgeon under the south pole means nothing objectively and is totally pointless, but from our subjective point of view it means something vital: as the view from nowhere is impossible and leads to a perception of absolute futility, then the view from somewhere is important. The grace of Herzog’s vision is that he is able to see both the futility and the majesty- both the nowhere and the somewhere. Herzog thinks the penguin is absurd and deranged- but respects its derangement.
Metamorphose’s High collar frill blouse
Ball Gown, ca. 1880
Labeled, “By Special Appointment, Dressmaker to H.R.H. the Princess of Wales”
via The Met
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