I used to hate the elliptical so much. Couldn’t do more than five minutes. Now I love it. It’s crazy. I just did 4 miles on it. You will find your favorite machine soon.
I actually liked it I’m just not fit enough to use it just yet. I plan to work my way up to it cause I can tell it’s a great workout
Booo! I was now gonna tell you to post backflip videos lol
I anticipated that which is why I said I couldn’t do anything anymore. However I also did tae kwon do for a little bit. I can demonstrate how to kick or punch very well lol
They put me on the elliptical machine and just about killed my fucking ass. I am out of shape as fuck and have exercise induced asthma. What the fuck was I doing on an elliptical? I got off after 7 minutes because I felt like I was gonna have a heart attack.
I did a half hour on the bikes after that and went home feeling super energized. And so was Chris. Post gym was good too 🙂
She was HORRIBLE girl! This bich went all the way to the Olympics to FALL OFF THE UNEVEN BARS and stumbled/fumbled in almost every event (she was AIGHT but mediocre in vault). ��
I only saw her on the balance beam and she looked really mediocre. She was very unsure of herself and it showed. She shouldn’t have been there, controversy aside, she just isn’t an olympic calibre athlete. She’s not sharp or polished her movements are all hesitant (from what I saw, and I know a thing or two about gymnastics). I haven’t seen Thema in action so I can’t say that she’s any better as a gymnast but Marisa was embarrassing.
– I’m super tired today was a really long day and we didn’t get home until 8 (left at 7) and we’re both showered and snuggling and Chris has already passed out.
– I finally got my book club selection today. Also The Book of Speculation. No idea when I’m gonna find the time to read them but I’m gonna dammit.
– I think the absolute coolest thing about this admittedly controversial Olympics is the Athletes Forest. One species for every country, one tree for every athlete, a forest for the city of Rio. That’s so beautiful man. Beautiful and forward thinking.
– I told Chris I was feeling for churros and he said the world needs more churros. That’s also beautiful and forward thinking.
Ruby Bridges was the first black child to desegregate the all-white William Frantz Elementary School in Louisiana during the New Orleans school desegregation crisis in 1960.
This movie made me cry, I was so heart broken by how Ruby Bridges was treated! She was only 6, but was so strong. She is a very brave girl and she did not care what the white folks called her.
People are simply disgusting to minimize people by skin color!
Ruby you might not think you’re a hero… But to other people you are! You are A HERO and you are A PERSON WHO MADE AMERICA CHANGE!
this is white culture, this is their history, this is their legacy…being enraged at a damn baby just because she’s black.
she’s still alive by the way
Ruby Bridges in 2010
“As Bridges describes it, “Driving up I could see the crowd, but living in New Orleans, I actually thought it was Mardi Gras. There was a large crowd of people outside of the school. They were throwing things and shouting, and that sort of goes on in New Orleans at Mardi Gras.“ Former United States Deputy Marshal Charles Burks later recalled, “She showed a lot of courage. She never cried. She didn’t whimper. She just marched along like a little soldier, and we’re all very very proud of her.“
U.S. Marshals escorted Bridges to and from school
As soon as Bridges entered the school, white parents pulled their own children out; all the teachers refused to teach while a black child was enrolled. Only one person agreed to teach Ruby and that was Barbara Henry, from Boston, Massachusetts, and for over a year Henry taught her alone, “as if she were teaching a whole class.”
Every morning, as Bridges walked to school, one woman would threaten to poison her; because of this, the U.S. Marshals dispatched by President Eisenhower, who were overseeing her safety, allowed Ruby to eat only the food that she brought from home.
Another woman at the school put a black baby doll in a wooden coffin and protested with it outside the school, a sight that Bridges Hall has said “scared me more than the nasty things people screamed at us.” At her mother’s suggestion, Bridges began to pray on the way to school, which she found provided protection from the comments yelled at her on the daily walks.”
THIS SHIT WAS ONLY 56 YEARS AGO. PEOPLE WHO PARTICIPATED IN THIS RACIST TERRORISM AND ACTS LIKE IT ARE STILL ALIVE, AND THEIR KIDS ARE IN THEIR 40′S AND 50′S.
DON’T LET RACISM APOLOGISTS GET AWAY WITH “WHY ARE YOU LIVING IN THE PAST,” BULLSHIT ARGUMENTS. WE ARE LITERALLY STILL DEALING WITH THE FAMILIES THAT FORMED HATE MOBS OVER BLACK CHILDREN ATTENDING SCHOOL WITH WHITE KIDS.
Secret Wood is creative Canadian online shop which specializes in handcrafted unique jewelry- namely wooden rings with miniature landscapes encapsulated in resin. The magical worlds of starry skies, snowy peaks and cliffs and submerged valleys are exquisitely hand made with painstaking labor.
Wow. Freak thunderstorm is back with a vengeance. Well all the customers are trapped in here for the time being. You never know with the rain in Trinidad. It can clear up in five minutes and blazing sunshine again.
At Upmarket today and I’m glad that freak thunderstorm at 4am didn’t keep customers away. It’s noon and sales have been few but my customers are buying in quantity! Yesssss
Sherpee. Ain’t I the cutest widdle dragon you ever saw! Completely harmless and possibly useless. You can’t be scary at all with a name like that. Certainly not majestic.
I’m wondering if our athletes are going to come out in those awful red/maroonish blazers they always wear. We seriously need an overhaul of our athletic formal wear. It’s been the same for as long as I can remember. And that’s a long time.
Chris just bought me a new ipad! An ipad air 2. I am so beyond fucking psyched right now I know I’m gonna be a complete pain in the ass until it arrives.
But I’m a NSFW blog �� I swear and stuff �� and talk about my past abuse. I think there has to maybe be a solution for a tag that is porn related. That they have to be marked as porn. Then we could block porn blogs specifically.
Yeah I thought about that after, because what constitutes a NSFW blog? It has to be specifically porn blogs.
One of the comments I most consistently hear about my work (aside from people telling me how beautiful it is and it’s really hard to write that and sound modest but honestly I’m truly humbled and feel very glowy inside whenever I hear it) is how excellent my workmanship is. And that hits a very special place in my heart because I am extremely detail oriented and spend an incredible amount of time in the finishing of my pieces. I feel so grateful that people appreciate the time and effort I put into my work. It makes me feel… Seen. I don’t know how to explain it. But the fact that people notice it enough to comment on it makes me feel all shy and aw shucks thanks about it. And then privately inside I get glowy again.
I know it’s illogical but when I hear people spouting racist shit about black people or immigrants or foreigners my first thought is, “But how can you dislike me? You don’t even know me!”
I have never felt the urge to be a mother. I’ve never once in my life dreamt of pregnancy, motherhood, babies, child rearing, anything. And I’ve never once questioned if it was normal. To me, wanting kids always felt abnormal. Crazy, even. And when I explain why most people agree with me. Even when they have kids.
Today I saw a video of the kind of shit that goes down at a Trump rally that you don’t usually see. I kind of figured it was that vile and hateful, but to actually see it and hear the things that people said brought tears to my eyes. I took it personally. Because they’re talking about people like me. And I cannot understand that kind of hatred. I just can’t. It’s a blessing to live in a place like Trinidad where all races live together. I’m not saying racism doesn’t exist here. But it’s nothing like the kind of shit those people were expressing. Here it’s political. Maybe a little tribal. But it’s won’t get you hurt. It certainly won’t get you killed. But that shit out there is real man. People hate us. Deeply. And that made me cry today.
there is an option to check a box in your blog preferences to say your content is 18 years and over.
Yes I know that’s why I included it as part of my solution. But there’s no box that you can check if you don’t want a NSFW blog following you. And I’d like that option. Because what’s the point of flagging (or tagging) a NSFW blog if they can still follow you?
T&T’s Lynchpin rocks them in Germany
Trinidad & Tobago Express
VICTORIOUS in the Caribbean edition of the Wacken Open Air Metal Battle held in Suriname in April, the Trinidad and Tobago band Lynchpin flew the flag high in Wacken, Germany on Wednesday when they performed at the Wacken Open Air (WOA) 2016 … http://dlvr.it/LxzmbP
So this morning I jumped in the shower and decided to wash my hair. I have very long and curly hair that reaches midway down my back. However, once its wet the curls straighten out and my hair almost reaches my bum.
So hair is wet, shampooing done and I just need to rinse. I tip my head back and flip my hair over my shoulder ala shampoo adverts everywhere. And feel something brush against the top of my bum. Being the mature and logical gal I am, I came to the one and only possible conclusion.
Spider
With a scream a howler monkey would be proud of, boobs flying and looking like some sort of demented mermaid, I attempted to flee the shower stall. And promptly acquired a new skill; the ability to do the splits.
This in itself was a spectacular feat of physics as there isn’t actually enough room in my bathroom for a toddler to do the splits, never-mind a 5’9" half drowned rat. As a result, when my leading foot came into contact with the toilet pedestal my body was launched back along the floor towards the shower. This left me wedged between the toilet and the shower tray.
Where I was abruptly bitch-slapped by the shower door.
One trip to A&E later and I have a sprained ankle, a fractured ankle, two broken toes, a beautiful rainbow of bruises in some interesting places and a partridge in a pear tree.
TL, DR: Upon learning that my hair now reaches my bum I; preformed gymnastics worthy of Rio, made the laws of physics my bitch and took a guided tour of the local hospital.
I was super stoked to watch this season until I realised that a) my cable company removed PBS from the lineup (who DOES that?!) and b) I’d already watched it when it came out in Britain. So pfffft I guess.
One of the strongest animals in the world, the elephant is also one of the calmest. This is a forever reminder to myself to not let things get to me, to stay even-tempered even in difficult times, to not retaliate. Sometimes the strongest thing you can do is stay silent.
Done by Stefani at Lost Soul Tattoo, Spring City, PA
It’s weird. Whenever I get a little disillusioned with this jewelry thing and start turning my attention to other creative venues, all of a sudden business starts to pick up like mad.
I guess this is what I’m supposed to be doing. Sometimes I get really frustrated with it. Doing graphic design was a MUCH easier (and cheaper) way to make money. But I felt very stifled creatively. Doing jewelry is very fulfilling to me creatively but I have to put out quite a bit of money before I get returns.
Anyway returning to design isn’t an option. Not full time. I like this a lot better. And I guess the prevailing energies continue to push me further along in my path to success (whatever that looks like I don’t even know… Maybe I need to work that out). So yeah I’m sticking with this for now. Patience is a virtue.
I was thinking today about the whole pornbot issue and I was wondering what solutions could there actually be to this issue?
Banning them isn’t the solution to the problem. I think a lot of people come to tumblr for porn and my issue isn’t that they exist. It’s that they follow me. And while I can block them by going into my follower’s list (and I won’t see their content), it’s not the quickest and most convenient solution. And I really don’t see why I have to go through all that rigmarole to avoid seeing porn on tumblr when I pointedly avoid it.
I would like it if NSFW blogs were required to flag themselves as such. And I’d also like it if there was an option I could click that said that NSFW blogs cannot follow me. And if a porn blog follows me that has not been flagged as NSFW then I could report it and it would be forced to comply or shut down. That way everybody gets what they want.
I just thought this set of tweets was really important.
This changes everything.
There’s more than one way to see any story worth telling. The one that said nothing to you might be precisely the one that someone else needs to hear.
Always reblog.
I always admired the fact that in the face of how she was treated she always remained kind and positive. I felt that she got what she deserved, love, appreciation, someone who saw her as the beautiful person she was (inside and out). I thought the moral was always that ugly behaviour would not win out in the end and for me that was always a positive and hopeful message.
So remember my asshole neighbour downstairs bought a new car and started parking his old one in my parking spot right? This forced me to park on the grass which is a problem when it’s rainy season because it gets really muddy. Furthermore he does not contribute to the maintenance of the yard (the rest of us do) so if anyone should be inconvenienced it should be him, not me.
Some months ago Chris politely confronted him about it and he eventually threw a bitch fit and agreed to let me have my spot back. That lasted about a week and he started parking there again. It’s easy for him to keep the space because he rarely uses the car and when he does it’s very early, way before I’m even awake. He uses the other one when he knows I’m up which I think is really fucking passive aggressive. Several times I’ve had to park horizontally in the yard because of how much water and mud had gathered in the grass after heavy rainfall. It inconveniences the other tenants because they have a harder time moving their cars, and they’ve all told us that they think what he’s doing is wrong.
Anyway on Saturday morning he left early and Chris, who was up correcting papers, got up and moved my car back into my spot. It’s been sitting there ever since and I noticed his car hasn’t been in the yard at all. I came downstairs yesterday and realised he had parked it in the spot by the front, a spot his son formerly occupied (he’s moved out). It’s been vacant for some time. He could have easily been using that spot all this time but it’s a little tight so he just kept using my spot instead. It makes me even more angry that he had his OWN spot open all this time and was STILL using mine.
I can’t tell you how many times I’ve come home to see his car in my spot and felt the anger rise in my head. I’ve had fantasies of keying it. I’ve literally gotten out of my car and stepped in a puddle of muddy water three inches deep because this asshole has taken my paved spot. I used to have a decent relationship with him but after all of this (it’s been about a year of this crap) I have lost all respect for him. He’s a passive aggressive piece of shit. He’s permanently ruined what was previously a friendly, neighbourly relationship. But I’m keeping my fucking spot now and if he takes it one more time I’m gonna give him a piece of my fucking mind. Dick.
Not just four female leads, but four female leads over the age of 30. Three of the four are over 40.
All are single. No one is distressed about this fact. NO ONE.
It’s like… a movie finally recognized that it’s okay to be a single woman? And that women are still valuable members of society at any age? And maybe there are more interesting stories to be told about women?
Last night we decided to go to this amazing Indian restaurant in our area only to find that it was closed. They just moved to a new location and weren’t open yet. I’m so bummed. Like, could my timing have been worse? So now I’m stuck craving garlic naan and thick rich curry sauces with paneer and I have to wait until they reopen this weekend and life is just so damn hard.
• It’s annoying. • It gives an imperfect metric for how many followers you have. (I would estimate about 25% of my “followers” are porn blogs run by bots). • It makes pulling up your activity page iffy even if you use Tumblr strictly for SFW content. • It’s problematic for individuals who have struggled with sex and/or pornography addictions, especially since many of the blog names are not obviously porn names, causing you to preview the blog. • It exposes minors to illegal and harmful content.
And to many of us: • It’s disgusting. • it’s degrading to human beings, especially women. • It makes Tumblr a less classy, less reputable place.
Please share this if you agree this is a serious problem.
I made my first pattern for my pattern design class today.
It’s not a fantastic pattern by any means but I just wanted to get started. So I drew out a bunch of doodles of plants and leaves and whatever else. And then I scanned them into Illustrator, vectorized and coloured them from a palette I had chosen. I arranged all my elements and made a pattern and there it is!
Underneath are a few colour variations that I thought looked nice. For a first try I think it’s not bad. It’s given me some ideas of what to do next.
So you know I’ve been doing a lot of online tutorials lately on Skillshare? Well if anyone wants the Premium rate ($12 I think) at a price of $.99/month for the first three months let me know and I’ll sign you up (I get a free month)
I’m having pms cravings. Right now I really want some churros. It’s sweet and fried… what’s not to like?
Also I’ve been craving caffeine which is really weird because I hardly ever drink coffee but maybe my body is trying to ward off the sleeping migraine that has planted itself at the back of my head for the past two days and gives me a dart of pain every now and then and goes back to sleep.
Come to think of it, coffee and churros sound mighty good together. I may just have to.
Let’s be very clear about what Trump is doing here: as ABC wrote, he’s suggesting “Khan’s wife didn’t speak because she was forbidden to as a Muslim.” This is bullshit. It is flatly, verifiably, false. But that’s almost beside the point.
Trump listened to a speech by the bereaved father of a fallen Muslim soldier and used it to slander the fallen soldier’s family. That was his response. That is his character.
At this point, I honestly don’t know what to say. I don’t have new language for this, I haven’t found another way of saying this isn’t okay, this isn’t kind, this isn’t decent. Instead, I’ll note James Fallows’s response. He quotes Joseph Welch, speaking to Senator Joseph McCarthy in 1954.
“Until this moment,” he said, “I think I never really gauged your cruelty.”
Ezra Klein asks just what kind of person Donald Trump is (and if you don’t know the answer by now, you never will)
Goldfilled wire bangles in #turquoise #agate and #druzy. Ready for #UpMarket this Saturday! #jewlery #handmade #bracelets #bangles #trinidad #caribbean
Dark Horse Comics Lady Killer mini series (compiled into a
perfect bound graphic novel edition) is written by Jamie S. Rich and Joelle
Jones, and masterfully drawn by Ms. Jones herself.
The gritty (and bloody!)
story deals with a Mad Men era suburban Seattle housewife who’s actually a CIA
assassin.
Artist Joelle Jones explains how she playfully put together a series
of vintage ad mockups while doing research for the project, shown above (with
additional hand lettering by Crank). The mini-series is a dark delight, just as
these playfully grim ads are. This isn’t a comics blog, of course. And Rich and Jones’ mini series won’t be for everyone. But the art is still terrific, and those ads are fun. The illustration style and typography is strictly now, but the coloring and general ‘feel’ are pure retro. And we’ll admit it: We love retro, and get a real kick out of seeing contemporary tweaks and twists of vintage 20th century design, illustration and photographic tropes. Check out more of Jones work at joellejones.com.
I was telling my mom the other day how much I miss Lulu. She was our dog who disappeared one night after a thunderstorm some years back when she was home alone.
She told me that she was driving past a park in the neighboring some time ago and saw a dog looking exactly like her frolicking with a pack of strays looking joyful as ever. She didn’t have time to get out to investigate and when she went back another day the dogs weren’t there.
It made me happy, the thought that she’s alive out there enjoying her life. She always was a bit of a tramp running off whenever she felt like it. Perhaps it’s better this way. But I sure miss having pets.
Barb’s style is “I’ve got really strict parents who don’t let me wear anything too scandalous but I read Vogue religiously.” We only see her in two outfits, but they leave an impression. Barb isn’t afraid to play with patterns; the first time we see her, she’s wearing a plaid blouse. Who does that?? Barb does, and it works. She’s also all about embracing her femme side with lots of frills, pink, and perfectly swooped bangs. She’s everything I wanted to be in high school but wasn’t. Barb’s outfits look effortless — like she just threw something on and didn’t take every single item out of her dresser that morning before deciding on a mediocre pair of leggings and a t-shirt.
This is such a pure cinnamon roll type of article. My sister dressed a lot like Barb at the time. She was not cool to her peers. I love that Barb is the break out star in this.
Except, she probably was pouring over the pages of Seventeen. Vogue was still a big city kind of magazine in the early 80’s. A small town girl was more likely to read Seventeen.
Almost every girl I knew had some version of that plaid blouse, myself included. In 1983??? That was the shit.
I didn’t get any artwork done today. I instead spent the day devouring more tutorials online.
I’ve been particularly interested in pattern design (they call it surface pattern design). I remember 12 years ago in London having a conversation with my friend Dafna telling her it was something I always wanted to study. And I can definitely say after this weekend I could confidently do it.
I’ve always been one of those people that has to keep picking up new skills. I don’t have to do anything with them I just want to learn. I taught myself knitting, batiking, stained glass making, glass bead making, metal clay, and to some extent jewelry making. Lately I’ve been feeling stagnant with my jewelry making. I need something else to give me a creative boost. My head is full of ideas which will have to be shelved because I have UpMarket this Saturday and a wholesale order to fulfill the week after. But I’m excited at the prospect of new creative endeavors.
I was reminded by @explore-blog that Beatrix Potter (born 150 years and one day ago) wasn’t just a beloved children’s author and illustrator – she was an enthusiastic amateur mycologist. Before she drew Peter Rabbit, she drew mushrooms!
These beautiful illustrations were shared with Skunk Bear by The Armitt, a charming museum/library/gallery nestled in Lake District Natural Park in Northern England.
I’ve spent the last two days on Skillshare devouring tutorials on painting, calligraphy, printing and such and I’m so giddy with inspiration that I’m daydreaming paintings. I love it when I feel like this. Tomorrow’s a public holiday so I may or may not be making some art 🙂
soulsistrin 