Deathigner - short film
..In which the children of the gods of Death attend reaper-school.
Well worth a watch
French designer Margaux Ruyant’s funeral urn entitled Poetree. Poetree is a funeral urn that evolves over time, allowing loved ones to plant a tree in the ashes, while also providing a simple, elegant monument.The Poetree is made out of a ceramic ring with the deceased’s details, plus a cork container and stopper. Relatives can place the deceased’s ashes in the urn and take it home, along with a boxwood tree sapling in a biodegradable pot. When they are ready, the cork stopper is removed, soil can be poured inside the urn, and the small tree may be planted in the ashes.After giving the boxwood tree some time to grow, the urn can then be planted outside, where the cork container can biodegrade, leaving only the ceramic ring as a marker and a living, growing tree to commemorate those who have passed on.
This is what I want. I want to be a tree.
Remember this.This reminds me of my favorite Orhan Pamuk quote: I don’t want to be a tree, I want to be its meaning. Also, bury me this way. And sometimes feed the me tree bourbon.
this is good. nothing else has ever seemed right
This would be good if my other preferences are not available. They are:
1. donated to forensic science,
2. donated to medical science, or
3. sky burial
Between this and the story about him reassuring F. Scott Fitzgerald re dick size, I’m developing a picture of Hemingway as the mother hen of the disaffected white male literary set of the early 20th century.
He probably called up Steinbeck sometimes and was like I CAN’T EVEN WITH THESE DIPSHITS and Steinbeck was all “That’s what you get for living in Paris, asshole”.
Looks like I owe Joyce a nod for getting Hemingway punched a lot.
Good job, James.
I just went down a fun little rabbit hole trying to find a better source for this than “shmoop.com”, and it turns out it comes from this obituary in the NYTimes. If you like wacky Hemingway stories, it’s worth a look.
Hunting for one of Spain’s most colorful forgotten adventurers, a team of archaeologists in white sterile jumpsuits removed a 4,400-pound marble tombstone in the floor of the Santo Domingo church in La Laguna, Tenerife.
They were looking for the remains of a slave trader, philanthropist, devout Catholic and ruthless privateer named Amaro Rodríguez Felipe, who terrorized enemy ships in the Americas and around his native Canary Islands in the 18th century.
He is better known as Amaro Pargo, taking the Spanish name of the snapper fish, though even by that name he has been largely forgotten. Local journalist Domingo Barbuzano uncovered many of Pargo’s documents while writing a book on the privateer in 2003.
But the mission to unearth his remains and find out more is the initiative of the makers of Assassin’s Creed, a series of videogames whose latest installment features an 18th-century Welsh privateer-turned-pirate in the Caribbean.
While studying the history of pirates during the development of the game, researchers came across Pargo and were surprised that such a colorful character had not attained the celebrity of Blackbeard and Captain Kidd.
The Spanish unit of Ubisoft, the French company that produces Assassin’s Creed, decided to hire an archaeological firm and a university forensic lab to investigate, even though Pargo is not featured in the games.
I cannot overstate how willing I am to excavate things for video game developers. Especially pirates.
HELP BRING THE LESBIAN ROMEO AND JULIET TO DVD.
West Philadelphia’s Curio Theater began its 2013-14 season with William Shakespeare’s Romeo and Juliet. Since the season was oriented on issues of gender, many of the roles in the play were switched from men to women.
Juliet’s only parent was her mother, Lady Capulet. Tybalt was a very different kind of character. And the play was now about a lesbian romance between Juliet and a woman named Romeo.
But there was controversy. Philadelphia magazine’s online article about the production attracted over 1200 responses. People around the country objected to the production’s gay content. They objected to the play being staged in a Methodist church. Some of them objected to doing Shakespeare in modern dress. And there were threats of violence made against Curio Theatre.
Their Kickstarter is less than a thousand dollars from its goal—please help!
Ah, I remember my mom telling me about this! (In the most circuitous way possible, because she is allergic to actually using the word “lesbian” or “gay” or anything of the sort, but she tries, bless her.) I was very disappointed that I couldn’t actually see it, but now they’ve met their Kickstarter goal, I’ll hopefully have the chance to get it on DVD.
What’s that you say? It’s Friday? Fuck you. Time is a flat circle.
I don’t like this expression “First World problems.” It is false and it is condescending. Yes, Nigerians struggle with floods or infant mortality. But these same Nigerians also deal with mundane and seemingly luxurious hassles. Connectivity issues on your BlackBerry, cost of car repair, how to sync your iPad, what brand of noodles to buy: Third World problems. All the silly stuff of life doesn’t disappear just because you’re black and live in a poorer country. People in the richer nations need a more robust sense of the lives being lived in the darker nations. Here’s a First World problem: the inability to see that others are as fully complex and as keen on technology and pleasure as you are.
One event that illustrated the gap between the Africa of conjecture and the real Africa was the BlackBerry outage of a few weeks ago. Who would have thought Research In Motion’s technical issues would cause so much annoyance and inconvenience in a place like Lagos? But of course it did, because people don’t wake up with “poor African” pasted on their foreheads. They live as citizens of the modern world. None of this is to deny the existence of social stratification and elite structures here. There are lifestyles of the rich and famous, sure. But the interesting thing about modern technology is how socially mobile it is—quite literally. Everyone in Lagos has a phone."
I like how everyone seems like they’re dead tired and Thor’s just there going
'om nom nom this is a shawarma nom nom nom'
Notice how Clint and Natasha seemed to have appropriated half of each others’ chairs.
and I think Tony is just realizing that he literally died and was scared back to life by the man to his left
and steve, being the senior citizen, is simply nodding off
Also, the dude behind the counter just nonchalantly making shawarma for the goddamn Avengers like they come in every day.
#meanwhile loki is outside tied to the bike rack with mjolnir on his chest
I’ve reblogged this about five times already and I dont plan on stopping
The best scene of any comic book movie to date, hands down. Always stay past the credits.