this was a great read, ohh but I like hipsters , anyone that can eschew the pressures peer or otherwise of anyone elseās superficial interest in them without any effort or paying of attention while they do it is a friend of mine whether they know it or not
sometimes we perceive english to be easier to learn than it might beā¦
sample worthyā¦
I think this officerās perception of his continued employment might be sorely mistaken⦠imho he was blessed to not lose more than his job. stay til the end, it was hilarious to see the officer finally alert the couple that they were in fact the home owners⦠Iām sure they were relieved to find that out
so many samples + more misperception of the term to protect and serve by a peace officer.
Struggling to learn English is a thing indeed. Last phrase āSugoi wa Londonā was translated as āEnglish is hardā but I think āLondon is awesomeā might be a bit more accurate
I think this darling women and this officerās perception of the trespassing signās definition are at odds with each other, but what Iād really like to know is what does Curtis Blow think about it?
I always thought it was so weird how the Perception of black people was often that they should be better/more virtuous in someway than anyone else, as if they were so superior to other people that they shouldnāt be allowed to have gangsters, or criminal elements in their communities⦠everyone knows these elements are in every community of course but there were movements based around seeing black people in such an elevated way as if the only way for the rest of society to accept them was for them to be on a pedestal, brandishing some weird perfection⦠just a very weird, twisted and bastardization of reality and a segment of humanity⦠Like you know how when some nazi shoots up a black church or business and kills a bunch of peope etc⦠, you can feel the tension like society is just waiting for all the families of the victims and survivors to come out on tv and tell the nazis how much they love and forgive them, itās almost like a show that you can count down to now itās so weird⦠they love when black people get up in court and tell the killer Iām praying for you, I forgive you, I love you that shit is crazy⦠nobody else is perceived to be on such a pedestal⦠for everybody else itās ok to hate the killer (although I donāt support hatred in any form) itās just a strange dichotomy, something akin to Stockholm syndrome.
her perception of how long she would be in this space differed from the landlordās
the comment section is so illuminating
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.love this ladyās voice, personality, and how organized she is.
at the 8:22 mark is a stunning piece of realization⦠and when she says āyouāre catching me, and thatās okā it hits hard.
Wish I had better coping skills myself than throwing away money on stuff that I may use only once. Would be living away from parents for one. Finding people I can get along with (because I struggle with IRL relationships, i.e. Iām not very close to anyone) is another challenge.
These are so heartbreaking and heartwarming at the same time. Thanks for sharing them.
My great aunt lived on the LES for her whole adult life, and when we cleaned out her little apartment it was so full of the art that sheād created and collected over the years that we didnāt know what to do. Everything from weird outsider art to serious collector shit. No one else in my family really cared, so itās all in my storage, or scattered around my place now. Sometimes I feel like itās her ghost living with me here.
She was the only real artist in the family (as opposed to being a hobbyist, I mean), and most of her brothers and sisters and cousins, including my dad, treated her like she was either crazy or slow. She was a bit neurodiverse, but really, they just didnāt get her. Everyone else became a doctor or educator, and she was devoted to being an artist. As a kid, sometimes I felt like I was the only one who understood her. Or tried to.
It seems like she barely escaped the fates of the people in these videos, just by being born a little earlier and dying a little sooner.
She was a regular at the Arts Student League her whole life (like the woman in the first video), and when she died, I tried to save as many of her sculptures as I could fit in the car weād rented, because otherwise it felt like Iād be throwing away her whole life. I literally had to pull some of her art out of the trash in front of her building after my cousins had thrown it away. In their defense, there was a ton of it, but every one I left behind felt like a betrayal.
Anyway, if anyone would like some beautiful sculptures, let me know. I have a ton.
Maybe Iāll post some later, if only as a way to keep her vision aliveā¦
when I listen to these people talk I hear all kinds of music in my head, the innate wisdom that is held within a focused life that has been lived seems to just pour out of them. Itās in their tones and their expressions, even in their pauses
on one hand this country wants to preserve confederate works of art, heritage, and history by keeping them not in a museum but out in the streets where the public can marvel at them, restore them to their greatness and locations through out the countryā¦
but on the other hand this country wants to remove/ eradicate certain parts of itās history being displayed at itās museums not because it wants to move these pieces of history out into the street for the public to marvel at and be educated by, but because it wants to erase the fact that they ever existed at all.
what a strange and perplexing perception of historical value we have as a people