“I love maps!”
Now I don’t (really) “love” them any more.
the sexual tension when u and ur crush are online on fb at the same time and u just stare at their lil green dot
and suddenly you know what gatsby felt like
Went down to Toms River today. These are photos from Ortley Beach on the barrier island. The ocean is right behind those dunes, sweeping in and out as usual. That road is paved through where sand used to be, and where houses used to be before that. If you look closely, you can see the remainder of the Casino Pier chair lifts ride in the distance. Part of the boardwalk washed right up to that house.
There’s still a lot of work to be done.
“I percussed. I palpated. I listened to the chest. I think he surely must have known by then that it was vital for me just as it was necessary for him. Neither of us could skip this ritual, which had nothing to do with detecting rales in the lung, or finding the gallop rhythm of heart failure. No, this ritual was about the one message that physicians have needed to convey to their patients. Although, God knows, of late, in our hubris, we seem to have drifted away. We seem to have forgotten — as though, with the explosion of knowledge, the whole human genome mapped out at our feet, we are lulled into inattention, forgetting that the ritual is cathartic to the physician, necessary for the patient — forgetting that the ritual has meaning and a singular message to convey to the patient.” - Dr. Abraham Verghese
Stormy music for a sunny day
I’ve been listening to these two on repeat since this morning.
|Song: All alright|
|Artist: Sigur Rós|
|Album: Með suð í eyrum við spilum endalaust|
|Played: 21 times.|
Now it’s better
Now we’ll know
Now you’ll know what I have done.
This man, he is the man I aspire to be.
(this is pretty neat though)
chromogenic print of an atom-bombed dress, ishiuchi miyako, 2008
miyako photographed clothing and accessories left behind by victims of the 1945 atomic bombing of hiroshima.
“from the 19,000 items made available to me [at the hiroshima peace memorial museum], i chose things that at one time had touched skin and bodies, and photographed them…. a flower-patterned dress colourfully dyed. a puff of gathered, shiny skirt woven of silk thread. cool-looking, thin, gorgeous materials that once shed the summer heat. used kimonos transformed into blouses and cut to make air-raid hoods…. these objects, exposed to the heat and radioactive rays of a fire ball that suddenly appeared one summer morning, and relinquished by the victims of the atomic bombing, have been on earth as long as i have. when i came to realize the coincidence,i caught my breath at their vivid hues and distinct textures, their flaws and complicated detail. these are too deeply linked to daily lives to regard as ‘historical materials.’”