Helen Mirren, quoted in Esquire’s “What I’ve Learned” (via psych-facts)
The hardest period in life is one’s twenties. It’s a shame because you’re your most gorgeous, and you’re physically in peak condition. But it’s actually when you’re most insecure and full of self-doubt. When you don’t know what’s going to happen, it’s frightening.
Vincent van Gogh - Vase with Red Poppies
YOU DESERVE AN AWARD AND DO U SEE KHAN WATCH HER AS SHE TURNS INTO A WARRIOR IM SCREAMING
Wow that hair O.O
Dear HR departments of the universe,
Even if you decide not to hire a person, CALL THEM. Heck, shoot out a mass fucking email that just says ‘sorry, thank you for your time but we are not interested in hiring you at this time’ or SOMETHING for christ sakes. I’m sick of going to interviews and then never hearing anything back. Seriously. How hard can it be? Being ignored is incredibly discouraging.
This move to Chicago is just one problem after another. Jobs after jobs falling through… banking issues… sitting at home for a straight week… not knowing anybody… and now this fucking comcast mess…
what did i do to myself?
Ceramic 3D Printer
Artist Jonathan Keep has put together a 3D printer to produce digital objects out of clay, and has put together a document to build one:
Based on the delta type of 3D printer my aim has been to use parts that can either be made with basic DIY tools and skills, or ordered off the internet. The design is specifically for printing in clay but could be adapted to work with other materials. Many other self build 3D printers use parts printed in plastic but with this project I did not want to be reliant on already having access to a 3D printer.
Looking at Jonathan’s website (in particular the ‘Digital Pots' section), you will see various series based on various ideas. There is the Random Growth of generative forms, Sound Surface based on musical audio data, and other computational methods.
More examples of work can be found here
Sometimes I remind myself that I almost skipped the party, that I almost went to a different college, that the whim of a minute could have changed everything and everyone. Our lives, so settled, so specific, are built on happenstance.
Anna Quindlen, Every Last One (via borinq)