i recently found this etsy shop and i am in LOVE with it’s minimalist vibe and interesting product selection. my number one pick? this rad wall-mounted paper roller, which would be perfect in-home for lists or in a business or restaurant for various uses. TOO cool.
I ran into a friend yesterday that I hadn’t seen in a long time. He was on one of the shoots that Anthony Bourdain did when he was here so I wanted to know how it was.
He hemmed and hawed at bit and then told me it was a case of you shouldn’t meet your heroes. I nodded and told him that most things in life don’t hold up to expectations.
Given the sudden interest for the color of dresses and vision, here some of the fascinating findings we did recently.
The color nuances we see depend on the number and distribution of cones (=color receptors) in our eye. You can check this rainbow: how many color nuances do you count?
You see less than 20 color nuances: you are a dichromats, like dogs, which means you have 2 types of cones only. You are likely to wear black, beige, and blue. 25% of the population is dichromat.
You see between 20 and 32 color nuances: you are a trichromat, you have 3 types of cones (in the purple/blue, green and red area). You enjoy
different colors as you can appreciate them. 50% of the population is
trichromat.
You see between 33 and 39 colors: you are a
tetrachromat, like bees, and have 4 types of cones (in the purple/blue,
green, red plus yellow area). You are irritated by yellow, so this color
will be nowhere to be found in your wardrobe. 25% of the population is
tetrachromat.
You see more than 39 color nuances: come on, you are
making up things! there are only 39 different colors in the test and
probably only 35 are properly translated by your computer screen anyway
🙂
It is highly probable that people who have an additional 4th
cone do not get tricked by blue/black or white/gold dresses, no matter
the background light 😉
I see 21 colors. I had no idea there are so many more.
I see 35-39 colours, and I hate the colour yellow. That was actually what made me curious enough to stop scrolling and count. Who knew there was a scientific reason behind my colour preferences?
So the idea here is that what I see as annoyingly, garishly bright, most people don’t see as clearly, and that’s why it’s “cheerful?” (I’ve never understood that description of yellow.)
I barely saw 18 or 19. Dang
I got 36, but I don’t hate yellow lol
I am a bee.
35 but I love yellow soo
Oh dang I don’t see red very well I think
38 and not a fan of yellow
37 I like yellow but it needs to be muted.
i can individually count each of these 39 colours even at a distance and yellow is one of the few colours i wear consistently.
I can see all 39 and four of the last five pieces of clothing I bought were yellow. Piss off with your yellow hatred.
I think I need to get my eyes checked. Lately I seem to need my glasses less, and half the time I put them on things are looking blurry. I wonder if my eyes got better?
Rubbed my nose when I woke up this morning and yanked put my piercing do not ask me how. I was all prepared for a world of pain but it went in easily. Which leads me to conclude that I practically repierced it last time argh.
I have a freelance gig starting tomorrow for the rest of the week so I really should try to get to bed at a decent hour. It’s midnight right now and I’m not even remotely tired.
At the center is salon owner Desna (Niecy Nash), who lives with and cares for her mentally ill twin brother, Dean (Harold Perrineau). Desna’s staff includes best friend Jennifer (Jenn Lyon), a tenuously sober ex-party girl raising two children from previous relationships; Quiet Ann (Judy Reyes), Desna’s enigmatic driver who also provides security for the salon; Polly (Carrie Preston), a mild-mannered preppy who recently served time in prison for identity theft; and Virginia (Karrueche Tran), who makes no effort to hide her boredom and impatience with her job. Adding chaos to the Nail Artisan mix is Roller (Jack Kesy), a gangstered-out redneck who runs a barely legal pain clinic and uses Desna’s nail salon to launder the obscene profits; Bryce (Rankin), Jennifer’s husband who is also newly sober and trying to stay legit by working as an abundance coach; and Dr. Ken Brickman (Jason Antoon), a bona fide doctor at a decidedly un-bona fide and illegal drug clinic.
Claws series premiere coming June 11, 2017 on TNT!
Guys please watch this show. I caught the “preview” ep of this over the weekend. It was really good.
Well written, well rounded, poc and wlw women characters supporting each other.
I was working on this order of wedding bands for this couple. Of course if you’ve seen my jewelry you know this isn’t my style (I don’t even have the skills to make this sort of thing) but the customer really wanted what she wanted and she wanted me to make it happen for her. After sending her endless pictures, I ordered her rings and had a jewelry store set the stone for her (I can do it but I was afraid I’d fuck it up). I figured I’d just make her husband’s band. Well! After two tries, I could not not get the band to join seamlessly and the pattern was all fucked up too. I eventually took it to a jeweler who joined it flawlessly. It cost much more than I expected but I was able to deliver on the order and I just sent her these pictures and she’s beyond happy with the results.
There is not one thing magical about this. She shouldn’t have to do this. Are y’all serious right now???? Like y’all should go read about how the father basically just shows up to sleep with her and she ends up pregnant again because she has a condition that makes her ovulate more than necessary and in turn her body rejects birth control and almost kills her. 😒 Quit calling black women that have to go through shit like this magical. Yes, she loves all her children, but the whole situation is stressful. Imagine the toll this takes on her body, and most of her kids hella young and can barely do for themselves. Stop calling these situations magical because she’s black and has no choice but to survive how she can with her kids, while the father does nothing.
^^^
I need a trustworthy gofundme for this woman. I’m going to look into this.
I need a way to support her MONETARILY, because using hand clap emojis to somehow applaud her for being hyper fertile and a man using her and leaving her isn’t cutting it. No.
She is only asking for 10k and so far she is at $1,000. I am definitely donating some money.
There are some heartless comments in the notes calling her irresponsible and careless. Those people have obviously not taken the few minutes to watch this heart wrenching video.
At my girlfriend’s house tonight and I look outside and see these three guys hanging out in the street, looking to be in their late teens-early twenties. They’re there for ages so I pay no attention.
I’m in the kitchen opening a bottle of wine when I realise there’s a commotion in the living room. Apparently one of the guys decided leave, and backed into his friend’s car. Everyone’s watching.
The driver then decides to reverse down the street instead of turning around. He’s going at a pace and is heading for a direct collision with MY car which by the way has been freshly painted. I let out a scream and that stops him in his tracks. His stupefied friends are still studying the bumper he hit and only realise after my scream that he was about to hit another car.
He straightens his trajectory and reverses down the street and onto the main road at which point he screeches out leaving only dust in his wake. When one of my (male) friends asks what the hell is wrong with him I reply, “Youth and testosterone.”
This woman who was my boss maybe twenty years ago just passed by my table. I was frowning when I looked up, not at her just in general, and she sort of scrunched up her face at me as she walked by. Still a bitch I see, Ria.
So I’m at UpMarket today and my sales have been surprisingly good considering how crappy it’s been for most of this year. But the guy who plays the background music seriously needs to update his playlist cause it’s been two years of listening to the same music and honestly how lazy do you have to be to do that when music is so readily available.
As many of you are aware, we lost the beautiful soul known as @laurensaysrelax recently. Yesterday, as her husband Dan ( @macencheeze ) was making insurance arrangements with his work, he was informed that Lauren was not on the life insurance policy.
Both Lauren and Dan are not huge fans of online crowd campaigns, but the time has come for a need in one. Please help us in providing Lauren with the services she deserves by donating directly to Dan’s paypal here: http://paypal.me/ldnunez
If you’d prefer to make a donation to Planned Parenthood in Lauren Nuñez’s name instead, Lauren would also love that. Thank you for sharing this info so that we can make sure Dan can take care of what he needs to, friends.
I just went through the simplest of funeral planning, and the end cost was over $9000.
That was only funeral and casket and headstone, not attorney fees or cost of death certificates or medical bills or covering bills for time off of work.
Death is crushingly expensive, during the most traumatic time in your life.
If you can help, please donate.
If there ever was a time to reblog as much as possible, this is it. Thank you.
I came across this song on a coke talke playlist. The whole album is great by the way. Donald Glover aka Childish Gambino is a man dripping with talent.
Purple is a popular colour for stones. Most people go to amethyst but I think iolite is a beautiful and often overlooked .
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#Sundara #sundarajewelry #forher #rings #artisanjewelry #jewelry #artjewelry #customjewelry #uniquejewelry #handmadejewelry #handmade #abstract #gemstones #goldfilled #ring #iolite #rawiolite #semipreciousgemstones #caribbean #trinidad #buylocal gemstone of the same color.
Where I’m from, if men didn’t take their caps off they’d get the serious stink eye from other people. It was considered more insulting than not placing your hand over your heart. That probably varies by region, though.
Probably that and custom. I mean there was a time when men wore hats on a regular and there was an etiquette to when to take them off. People seem to have lost that.
I went to something the other day and they played our national anthem and I looked around the room and saw everyone standing with their hands to their sides as we’re taught is respectful. I spotted one douchebag who had his arms folded. But no one with their hands on their hearts. And it really struck me in that moment how weird it is that Americans do that. Like what is that even about?
According to an article in Smithsonian Magazine, from 1890 – 1949 the US flag salute looked like the Nazi salute. In 1949 the US Flag Code was adopted in which we are directed to place our right hand over our heart when addressing the flag.
So I was just looking this up. Apparently the Supreme Court has held that the flag code cannot be enforced legally because it conflicts with First Amendment principles of freedom of expression. Also, I never realised people were saluting the flag, and not the national anthem (well I never realised it was a salute to begin with). Also, you’re supposed to take your hat off too when saluting the flag but funny enough I don’t see people doing that. ALSO, it feels like it’s a relatively recent thing that everyone does it? Cause when I lived in the U.S. 20 years ago it definitely wasn’t a common thing then. I was reading it became more prevalent after 9/11, which might make sense as to why it seems strange to me as I rarely ever saw it before that (but that might just be me I dunno). So yeah, consider me edumacated.
Hollows is cool for that too… less shade from trees is all. If it’s a cloudy day you’re good Do ppl still own picnic baskets nowadays though? Or does everyone just pack a cooler lol
I actually saw some selling in Starlight Pharmacy in Maraval the other day and I was tempted to buy one just in case, but I decided to be practical and save my money. Seeing as I’ve never actually BEEN on a picnic, I figured it probably wouldn’t get much use. And yes most people would probably pack a cooler, makes more sense (and yuh know how Trinis love a cooler).
I went to something the other day and they played our national anthem and I looked around the room and saw everyone standing with their hands to their sides as we’re taught is respectful. I spotted one douchebag who had his arms folded. But no one with their hands on their hearts. And it really struck me in that moment how weird it is that Americans do that. Like what is that even about?
@soulsistrin Awesome answers. Just FYI re picnic: Botanical Gardens picnic in POS solves your issues. Lovely greenery and open spaces, lots of shade from trees. Lopinot Estate is a similar vibe too if you don’t mind the drive, plus the historical site is a fun visit
I was thinking the Hollows but yeah either of those two work.
Sun: City night lights date or meadow picnic date (or both) and why?
I’ve never been on a picnic date (or any kind of picnic come to think of it), so I think that sounds nice, but it would have to be somewhere cool and shady cause you know how our sun is and you know my aversion to it. Plus no bugs ugh.
Milky way: If you could go back in time where and when would you go to? Why?
Oh ok so I typed out this long answer about being wary about changing things in your past and not knowing how it would change your future, but then I thought about something that changed my life forever when I was a young woman and I realised that it was the one thing that I can say for absolute certainty that had I known what would have happened I never would have gone there. That event changed my life profoundly in a very negative way. So if I could go back in time, it would be to that one particular night and I would have gone home instead of going where I went.
Shit no skip that I thought of something even better. It’s not about me. It’s about someone who died. And I wasn’t there and I don’t know if I could have prevented his death. But I had a feeling in my gut for months that something was wrong. And I never picked up the phone and called. It might have made a difference, it might not have (probably not) but I would have followed my instincts and at least called him. He might be alive today. And that is more important to me than sparing me from the thing that happened in the paragraph above.
Rose petals: Where do you want to be the most in the world and why?
Physically, I would like to be in a home that Chris and I built, together, that we own. It has been a dream of mine to have my own home forever. And I feel no closer to it now than when I first started dreaming about it.
And on another level… I want to be in a place in my life where I feel like some part of it is working. I am ready for a change.
Chris and I had a recent little getaway at a hotel. For some reason when I went to check in they had my last name down as “Kill”. One letter off but my last name is definitely not Kill. The person who checked me in was really apologetic. I was just kind of whatever.
But then they enrolled me in their membership program and when I went online to complete the registration I saw they had entered my first name down as “Nakasha”.
I’m starting to wonder if something is wrong with their keyboard. I have no K’s in any of my names. Nakasha Kill. Good god.
The funniest part is that I’m around 5’10, so I’m not a petite person. Now, if my belly would just get on board with the fact that I’m supposed to have small body parts…
That’s really unusual given your height. I’m the same height and I wear a size 7 and even that, for my height is considered small.
So tiny! A size 3 raw aquamarine gold filled ring 💍. It can’t even fit on my pinky! .
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#Sundara #sundarajewelry #forher #rings #artisanjewelry #jewelry #artjewelry #customjewelry #uniquejewelry #handmadejewelry #handmade #abstract #gemstones #goldfilled #aquamarine #rawaquamarine #ring #semipreciousgemstones #caribbean #trinidad #buylocal
My sister posted this picture of my parents on facebook the other day so I’m stealing it. It’s from about the mid-90′s. I like how they look here, they were obviously amused about something.
Someone once said to me, “I hope the pain eases soon.” It struck me as the purest blessing that had ever been offered over my head – I hope the pain eases soon. It’s so gentle, so kind, so hopeful. So to everyone who’s hurting: I see how hard you’re trying, and I hope your pain will ease soon.
Someone ordered a size 3 ring from me the other day.
To put it into context, my niece who is almost 7 is too big for a size 4. I can only guess it’s for a small child. Or maybe a little person. Because it only fits halfway up my pinky finger. And a ring that small is really a challenge to make lemme tell ya.
i want to be so kind it echoes backwards in time and undoes the things that hurt you. i want to be so kind it radiates from me. i want to be so kind that i make someone else find faith in humanity again. there’s not much i can do, i’m small and weak and i only know so many words. but i know i can be kind. and sometimes, i believe, that changes the world.
I just finished taping my segment for the tv show Cup of Joe. I forgot how quickly things move in front of the camera. We were supposed to tape for 7-9 minutes and I told the host that it seemed a long time to talk about jewelry and he assured me it would go fast so I said I’d let him do his job. And he was a great host, asked really good questions and he was right. It went by quickly and we ended up doing a ten minute segment. It was a lot of fun, I really enjoyed it. I’ll post it here when they finally air it.
They just did my makeup for the show and put fake eyelashes on me. I haven’t worn those since… probably the last time I was on tv. I feel like someone stuck a carpet on my eyelids. But I know it will look normal in front of the camera. It just feels really weird.
Guys, this is really important. Until now, Google collected your data, but did not attach your name to it. Now, they can, and will. This new thing they’re doing will allow them to collect your data across searches, your email, Youtube, Maps, Google+, and all their affiliates, and build a complete profile of YOU.
If that doesn’t bother you, maybe this will: they own and can sell all that data, including anything you create and send (artists and writers, take note).
There is a way you can opt out of this ridiculousness. It’s described in the link, but if you’re still not sure about it, please ask me and I’ll guide you through how to turn all this off.
This is my wake-up call. I’ll be locking down my devices and scaling back what I put through the big Google machine, which means you may see less of me across social media. I’m going to keep researching this, but it may mean in order to keep the rights to my creative work, I’ll have to keep it out of Google’s hands. And that may take some doing.
Duckduckgo is a nontracking search engine….may be worth a try.
So according to the article there is an opt out for this. Instructions are I the last paragraph. I’m on mobile so I’ll edit this more later. EDITED TO INCLUDE OPT OUT INSTRUCTIONS
To opt-out of Google’s identified tracking, visit the Activity controls on Google’s My Account page, and uncheck the box next to “Include Chrome browsing history and activity from websites and apps that use Google services.“ You can also delete past activity from your account.
Well we’re a nation of immigrants. The holiday was originally called Indian Arrival Day to commemorate the first Indians (from India) who came here as indentured servants to work on the sugar cane fields (after enslaved people kept rebelling and then were subsequently emancipated). Then a successive government regime changed it to “Arrival Day” so that everyone who arrived to our shores could celebrate it. So today was the public holiday. I really don’t care for it but I guess I’ll take the day off part.
I have really mixed feelings about Arrival Day. Like I wonder how the First Peoples population feels about it? Because for them it signified the arrival of the end of their way of life. Some of my ancestors came here in chains, some with money in their pockets, some through indentureship. And I don’t know if all of that is something to celebrate. I mean I’m here so yay but like I dunno I find this holiday kinda fuck up.
I went to a dinner party last night. The host was a man whose mother was a nun. Not a former nun either. She had left her order for health reasons and had an affair which resulted in his birth and then went back to the nunnery while her sister raised him. I was just surprised they allowed her back. What a story.
I dreamt there was a massive terrorist attack on Međugorje, that town where people go for pilgrimage, where there were sightings of the Virgin. It was a really strange dream and I woke up just really perplexed. My mind makes no sense. I’m gonna go read and go back to sleep. Hope my dream doesn’t come true.
Four poui trees. The foreground tree sheds only a few flowers as it comes to the end of its life cycle. The three at centre are in full bloom. #flowers #blossom #blossoms #pink #green #trees #Huawei #savannah #morning #huaweimobilett #mate9 #Leica #OO (at Queens Park East)
If I were in a horror film I’d be the slutty blonde with big tits that goes running upstairs rather than out the front door.
I wouldn’t make it past the first 15 minutes of the movie
Who would you be?
Okay, maybe 15mins was too generous
The quiet girl who knows this is a bad idea, but doesn’t say anything, then gets killed while on a walk in the woods at night by herself. I make it maybe 30 minutes.
I’m the guy that doesn’t have a GF, and doesn’t get to see anyone naked so I live.
I’m the girl that would realize what’s going on and try and save my family/friends and try to take down the person/thing. I feel like I’d be in the movie till the end…. but maybe that’s because I watch too much horror shit and supernatural. I keep salt in my purse.
I’m the girl who has seen too many horror movies who tries to foresee the entire thing playing out so I do the logical thing and hide under the bed. Or I’m the drunk girl who gets so drunk I’m already passed out when they show up so they consider the fact I’m probably already dead and bypass me. Either way I make it to the sequel only to be killed off in the first 10 minutes because they can’t afford me or the snacks I require on set.
I’m the guy who sees a titty from afar, probably obscured by a goddamn tree limb or a table lamp. I figure the shit out too late and get offed by a cheap jump scare.
If I were in a horror movie, I would want to be the killer. I’m in a mood.🗡🤔
I am the annoying, uptight girl who is the major buzzkill, trying to warn everyone about everything (“Guys, it is a dumb idea to go swimming at night…let’s just go back to the cabin!”) but everyone ignores me because I am just so annoying. I get killed after a big chase scene in a really gruesome way, and everyone in the audience cheers (and all my friends in the movie just assumed I left in a snit until they find my body later in a shocking way).
I’m not social enough/ don’t have enough friends to be featured in a movie. I’m that girl who gets killed while running alone to set up the fact that there is a killer terrorizing the town.
I’m the guy who is suspicious that is killed right in front of the protagonist as they are in the middle of accusing me of being the killer.
I’d 100% be the first to die. Completely oblivious to everything around me as I walk straight in to whatever horrifying death awaits. Probably distracted by something shiny.
I’m the fat unpopular girl crying at the end of the movie. Everyone thinks it’s greif. I’m just sad I wasn’t invited to party at the cabin with the popular kids.
I’m the token black girl who clearly knows everything is a bad idea (insert eye and neck rolling) but has to go along with the group because strength in numbers. I get killed halfway through the movie because I keep interrupting everyone’s suspension of belief.
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