you-are-another-me:

There is a tribe in Africa where the birth date of a child is counted not from when they were born, nor from when they are conceived but from the day that the child was a thought in its mother’s mind. And when a woman decides that she will have a child, she goes off and sits under a tree, by herself, and she listens until she can hear the song of the child that wants to come. And after she’s heard the song of this child, she comes back to the man who will be the child’s father, and teaches it to him. And then, when they make love to physically conceive the child, some of that time they sing the song of the child, as a way to invite it.
And then, when the mother is pregnant, the mother teaches that child’s song to the midwives and the old women of the village, so that when the child is born, the old women and the people around her sing the child’s song to welcome it. And then, as the child grows up, the other villagers are taught the child’s song. If the child falls, or hurts its knee, someone picks it up and sings its song to it. Or perhaps the child does something wonderful, or goes through the rites of puberty, then as a way of honoring this person, the people of the village sing his or her song.In the African tribe there is one other occasion upon which the villagers sing to the child. If at any time during his or her life, the person commits a crime or aberrant social act, the individual is called to the center of the village and the people in the community form a circle around them. Then they sing their song to them.The tribe recognizes that the correction for antisocial behavior is not punishment; it is love and the remembrance of identity. When you recognize your own song, you have no desire or need to do anything that would hurt another.And it goes this way through their life. In marriage, the songs are sung, together. And finally, when this child is lying in bed, ready to die, all the villagers know his or her song, and they sing—for the last time—the song to that person.You may not have grown up in an African tribe that sings your song to you at crucial life transitions, but life is always reminding you when you are in tune with yourself and when you are not. When you feel good, what you are doing matches your song, and when you feel awful, it doesn’t. In the end, we shall all recognize our song and sing it well. You may feel a little warbly at the moment, but so have all the great singers. Just keep singing and you’ll find your way home.

you-are-another-me:

There is a tribe in Africa where the birth date of a child is counted not from when they were born, nor from when they are conceived but from the day that the child was a thought in its mother’s mind. And when a woman decides that she will have a child, she goes off and sits under a tree, by herself, and she listens until she can hear the song of the child that wants to come. And after she’s heard the song of this child, she comes back to the man who will be the child’s father, and teaches it to him. And then, when they make love to physically conceive the child, some of that time they sing the song of the child, as a way to invite it.


And then, when the mother is pregnant, the mother teaches that child’s song to the midwives and the old women of the village, so that when the child is born, the old women and the people around her sing the child’s song to welcome it. And then, as the child grows up, the other villagers are taught the child’s song. If the child falls, or hurts its knee, someone picks it up and sings its song to it. Or perhaps the child does something wonderful, or goes through the rites of puberty, then as a way of honoring this person, the people of the village sing his or her song.



In the African tribe there is one other occasion upon which the villagers sing to the child. If at any time during his or her life, the person commits a crime or aberrant social act, the individual is called to the center of the village and the people in the community form a circle around them. Then they sing their song to them.



The tribe recognizes that the correction for antisocial behavior is not punishment; it is love and the remembrance of identity. When you recognize your own song, you have no desire or need to do anything that would hurt another.

And it goes this way through their life. In marriage, the songs are sung, together. And finally, when this child is lying in bed, ready to die, all the villagers know his or her song, and they sing—for the last time—the song to that person.

You may not have grown up in an African tribe that sings your song to you at crucial life transitions, but life is always reminding you when you are in tune with yourself and when you are not. When you feel good, what you are doing matches your song, and when you feel awful, it doesn’t. In the end, we shall all recognize our song and sing it well. You may feel a little warbly at the moment, but so have all the great singers. Just keep singing and you’ll find your way home.

(Source: thegodmolecule)

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sometimesisaythings:

notapocalyptic:

frezned:

typette:

katiegeewhiz:

vondell-swain:

CGI technology has brought the late Audrey Hepburn back to the screen, as she stars in a TV advertisement for the chocolate company, Galaxy. Hepburn’s sons, Sean Ferrer and Luca Dotti, said regarding the project: “Our mother often spoke about her love of chocolate and how it lifted her spirit, so we’re sure she would have been proud of her role as the face of Galaxy.” (watch the commercial here)

i can’t believe we’ve reached the point in technology where we can just

do this

I don’t know how I feel about this.

the reaction on tumblr to this commercial is really, really disheartening. :(

I’m really impressed, and this was a long time coming, but I didn’t think folks would be so nonplussed about it.

yeah I’m on the side that says this is awesome

look at this gifset guys we’re almost out of the uncanny valley we are so close

God, I love techology.

When I’m dead I want someone to bring me back to life in cg.

Can I be as gorgeous as this woman one day?

This is really really beautiful work!! I was NEARLY fooled. :) How amazing! Only a few short years ago, we would never see something so close to perfection in CG

(Source: xinggan)

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bbook:

Marina Abramovic meets Ulay

“Marina Abramovic and Ulay started an intense love story in the 70s, performing art out of the van they lived in. When they felt the relationship had run its course, they decided to walk the Great Wall of China, each from one end, meeting for one last big hug in the middle and never seeing each other again. at her 2010 MoMa retrospective Marina performed ‘The Artist Is Present’ as part of the show, a minute of silence with each stranger who sat in front of her. Ulay arrived without her knowing it and this is what happened.”

This is amazing.

WHEN THEY FELT THE RELATIONSHIP HAD RUN ITS COURSE, THEY DECIDED TO WALK THE GREAT WALL OF CHINA, EACH FROM ONE END, MEETING FOR ONE LAST BIG HUG IN THE MIDDLE AND NEVER SEEING EACH OTHER AGAIN.

THAT IS HOW YOU DO IT.

I invited him to the performance because we shared 12 years of work, but I had no idea he was going to sit. So when he sat in front of me it was really so emotional, everybody could see because it was reflecting everything we went through together. In one of our performances, “The Night Sea Crossing,” we sat across from each other and he could not do it and I could. That’s why I replaced him with the public. I didn’t think he would ever sit in the chair opposite me, so when he did, I broke all the rules. I just thought that in that place at that moment there were no rules. I just needed to hold his hand and feel togetherness in that moment, which was very emotional.

This is too goddamn beautiful!

(Source: carlosbaila)

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butts-with-bro-shades:

deancasotp:

pigeonloki:

The Invisible War 

  • Since 2006, more than 95,000 service members have been sexually assaulted in the U.S. military
  • More than 86% of service members do not report their assault
  • Less than five percent of all sexual assaults are put forward for prosecution, and less than a third of those cases result in imprisonment

I hate that I can attest to accuracy of this post. I never reported my assailants. I had a friend who did. She got looked down upon, name called, moved to a crappy shift and generally treated like trash from a good number of people in our command, including some superiors. The male who molested her got a “talking” to, a slap on his wrist and then essentially promoted. And that was on shore. I can’t even begin to tell you what happened while we were on the ship. It’s just unbelievably horrifying. 

Can I fucking tell you how true this is???? Even though I did report the shit dick that did this to me; OSI treated me like I was lying, saying things like “you’re not acting like a victim”, and “this is impossible” when they made me draw out a diagram of what ‘position’ we were in when it happened. My sergeants basically called me out publicly calling me a slut, other airmen called me easy, and the bastard is still enlisted to this day. The most I got was a medical discharge with PTSD and a monthly check that isn’t even half of what I was making a month when I was enlisted. They cover their tracks and slap the assholes on the nose like they’re simply misbehaving pet dogs who pissed on your carpet. 

God fucking bless the USA. 

(Source: softgrungesoldier)

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sometimesisaythings:

genuinelife:

Rarely have I ever been unhappy with my life. But I never thought I would ever be quite this happy and at peace with who I am and the decisions I’ve made.
Life is good.

Amazing.

Simply beautiful :)

sometimesisaythings:

genuinelife:

Rarely have I ever been unhappy with my life. But I never thought I would ever be quite this happy and at peace with who I am and the decisions I’ve made.

Life is good.

Amazing.

Simply beautiful :)

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grandtheft-autotune:

hmmidc:

Can we all just take a moment of silence for the best mom ever

How much is all that Monopoly money in real American dollars.

No one in my family could ever afford this. Ever. In their lives.

grandtheft-autotune:

hmmidc:

Can we all just take a moment of silence for the best mom ever

How much is all that Monopoly money in real American dollars.

No one in my family could ever afford this. Ever. In their lives.

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these-cardboard-devils:

I know the whole “make your profile picture on facebook a green block” thing is supposed to be like, supporting the Visual Effects community because people suddenly care now that that one studio that did Life of Pi went under

But really how am I supposed to tell you people apart do you really think I read names shit sounds like some serious effort and there’s no way in hell I’m putting effort into facebook

Eh yeah I see what ya mean. I just did it to show my moral support for Scott and my good friend Bryan. It’s not the first time a studio and its artists have gotten the shaft like that. It blows especially for the artists that do so much work but get nothing to come home with to support themselves or their families. It’s getting more and more frequent all across the continent. Even Scott is under constant threat of being unemployed simply because the industry sucks at the moment and his own company is this close to going under, too! It’s hard on us. Bryan can’t even find work in his field right now - it’s been so hard on him and his wife the past couple years.

So the green profile pic thing to me is just a gesture for those two :) I don’t know enough about the industry to go on my own personal crusade for the sake of “making a difference” and I really can’t speak out about it very much but I know I can be there for the people I know who are personally affected by a similar situation.

It means a lot to them so it means a lot to me. :)

Otherwise, ya it’s pretty lame to change the profile picture haha!! I wasn’t even going to do it before I talked to those two and they told me what was going on and asked for my support lol!

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