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Jean-Paul Sartre (via emergentpattern)
Benjamin Franklin (via emergentpattern)
pesto mozzarella avacado baby spinach grilled cheese
Sweet mother of yum.
Oh.. Oh my.
Paul Smith for Leica, and my heart exploded.
This is awesome
I love the color
i promise u will not regret these 11 seconds
i have no regrets
neither did ron
I’m amused and confused all at the same time
THE PUN BANDIT IS BACK
im gonna cry
On my god
This is a TENs unit I started using at home for my back and shoulder. Hopefully I can figure this thing out enough so I don’t fall asleep electrocuting myself all night.
I’m exhausted and that just may happen.
The Science of Spice: What Spiciness Does To Your Body
Louisiana’s Cajun country, home to a collection of towns settled by French Canadians in the late eighteenth century, lies in the expansive swamp and prairie region between New Orleans and the Texas border. Each year, on the day before Ash Wednesday, several Cajun towns host Courir de Mardi Gras, a ceremonial run that is believed to have its roots in Medieval French begging customs. Participants travel the countryside on horseback and on foot, soliciting ingredients for a communal gumbo that is prepared at the end of the run. The most coveted foodstuffs are live chickens, which are tossed into the air by residents and chased down by runners along the way. The elaborate costumes, crafted by participants, were traditionally intended to mock aristocrats; the capuchons, or crowned hats, for example, originally satirized the headpieces worn by noblewomen in Medieval France.
The primary (but hardly the sole) merit of this extraordinary Cartier-Bresson retrospective is that it sheds light on little-known aspects of his career. Too often Cartier-Bresson has been represented only as the artist of the “decisive moment,” as if his vision had emerged fully developed in one burst, and remained constant throughout his career. The reality, of course, is much more complex.