Face to Face: Karl Lagerfeld.
1 note, January 31, 2012
Face to Face: Karl Lagerfeld.
1 note, January 31, 2012
Heard this song by 혜은이 at our favorite music bar last week. It’s been in my head all weekend. Gotta get one of her records.
0 notes, January 30, 2012
Here’s a great article by a guy who wanted to find out if any man had ever really truly been swallowed by a whale. He includes so many interesting stories like this one…
If, I’ll pretend for a moment, you were swallowed, it would happen like this: You would first be chewed. Sperm whales’ teeth are 8 inches long – longer than most blades in your knife drawer. Then you would be gulped to the fauces, the back of the mouth, and forced down. Here is where Bartley apparently touched the quivering sides of the throat. You would also touch the throat, perhaps claw at the sides of the throat like you would sliding down an icy slope. There would be no air, and you’d suffocate in acid and water, but, we’re saying, you somehow survive. Imagine a black and mucous-smothered tube sock slipping over you.
You would then enter the first stomach, coined by 19th century naturalist Thomas Beale as the holding bag. It’s lined with thick, soft and white cuticle. At 7 feet long by 3 feet wide and shaped like a big egg, the first stomach would easily fit you. If you were kept in the holding bag for over 24 hours, you would likely be joined by squid, but a coconut or shark might come, too. Most squid that sperm whales swallow are bioluminescent — the neon flying squid is a favorite. So in no time at all you’d be bathing in a pool of phosphorescence, a slew of green-yellow light winking around you like you were standing in a field in Maine come July when all the fireflies are sparking up. The rest would be black, very black.
As the stomach acids broke you down, you would continue through three smaller stomachs — a chain of membranous, acid-filled cavities. The second stomach is S-shaped, and the third is more like the first, only smaller. Then, liquidated, you would ooze into the intestine, and eventually leave the whale as excrement, floating out of the anus and into the cold deep ocean, dissolving still further until you had become so small as debris that you were indistinguishable from the ocean itself. You would lap against whaling ships looking for whales.
The only part of you that might not be digested would be your bones. Squid beaks, equally, aren’t digested — they pass through the sperm whale’s intestines wholly. Along the way, the beaks scrape the intestinal lining, creating scar tissue, which is then passed in its new form, ambergris — the intoxicating, aromatic substance used in the most potent perfumes that was worth, in 1869, $97.50 per pound. That’s $1,600 per pound today. The Egyptians burned it as incense. Your sharp fingerbones or splintery skull would rub on the whale’s intestinal lining, and your remains would scrape up the most beautiful smell on earth.
2 notes, January 25, 2012
Artists and their most iconic pieces
Legends.
Reblogged from joemartinez, 38,553 notes, January 25, 2012
Video & food inspiration.
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Reblogged from awelltraveledwoman, 453 notes, January 24, 2012
New York
November 10, 1958Dear Thom:
We had your letter this morning. I will answer it from my point of view and of course Elaine will from hers.
First — if you are in love — that’s a good thing — that’s about the best thing that can happen to anyone. Don’t let anyone make it small or light to you.
Second — There are several kinds of love. One is a selfish, mean, grasping, egotistical thing which uses love for self-importance. This is the ugly and crippling kind. The other is an outpouring of everything good in you — of kindness and consideration and respect — not only the social respect of manners but the greater respect which is recognition of another person as unique and valuable. The first kind can make you sick and small and weak but the second can release in you strength, and courage and goodness and even wisdom you didn’t know you had.
You say this is not puppy love. If you feel so deeply — of course it isn’t puppy love.
But I don’t think you were asking me what you feel. You know better than anyone. What you wanted me to help you with is what to do about it — and that I can tell you.
Glory in it for one thing and be very glad and grateful for it.
The object of love is the best and most beautiful. Try to live up to it.
If you love someone — there is no possible harm in saying so — only you must remember that some people are very shy and sometimes the saying must take that shyness into consideration.
Girls have a way of knowing or feeling what you feel, but they usually like to hear it also.
It sometimes happens that what you feel is not returned for one reason or another — but that does not make your feeling less valuable and good.
Lastly, I know your feeling because I have it and I’m glad you have it.
We will be glad to meet Susan. She will be very welcome. But Elaine will make all such arrangements because that is her province and she will be very glad to. She knows about love too and maybe she can give you more help than I can.
And don’t worry about losing. If it is right, it happens — The main thing is not to hurry. Nothing good gets away.
Love,
Fa
Reblogged from youmightfindyourself, 1,743 notes, January 23, 2012
Hmm..
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Reblogged from mattlehrer, 1 note, January 21, 2012
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This link is for my friend Aaron Choe who made the most amazing miso soup the other day. His secret: fatty pork, of course. Plus a little drizzle of sesame oil on top that just makes everything nutty and delicious…sigh. It was the heartiest miso soup I’ve ever had and it is now a winter soup favorite. Back to the link tho — I was reading this Smitten Kitchen recipe for carrot miso soup and followed a link to another favorite food site, Just Hungry. The page is essentially a crash course in miso. It talks about the different types of miso and general rules to remember and even mentions briefly about making miso at home.
*photo take from Just Hungry site.
0 notes, January 19, 2012
I’m beyond excited.Moonrise Kingdom, a film by Wes Anderson
Reblogged from youmightfindyourself, 598 notes, January 17, 2012
In Korea you eat with a metal spoon and chopsticks. Usually I prefer wood to metal, but I have to admit these are super cute. I really like the blue and white with their skinny bodies and big heads.post number forty four - more dinosaur designs
Here are some new pieces I recently bought from Dinosaur Designs Extinct store. I really like the colour combination and the sterling silver spoons.
Reblogged from thedesignhoarder, 293 notes, January 16, 2012
Bitches Brew: Women Make Gains in the Beer World:
When the women we know belly-up to a bar, they’re more likely to order a pint of beer than a glass of wine or a frilly cocktail. We’re suckers for Surly’s CynicAle and Fulton’s Sweet Child of Vine, both from the rollicking Minneapolis beer-brewing scene. Still, drinking and brewing beer continue to be viewed as primarily male territory.
As it turns out, this split of the sexes is all wrong, says Bitch magazine’s Celena Cipriaso: Women have brewed beer since Babylonian times and female brewers permeate world folklore. Historian Alan D. Eames reinforces the depths of women’s claims on beer, explaining, “From its very inception some 8,000 years ago, every ancient society’s beer-creation myth tells the same story: The drink was a gift from a female deity to the women of that community.”
“The drink was a gift from a female deity to the women of the community.” I knew it.
Reblogged from thatkindofwoman, 622 notes, January 14, 2012