1. thesufjanstevensmodel5000:

Good advice from Bela Bartok to his son Peter.

    thesufjanstevensmodel5000:

    Good advice from Bela Bartok to his son Peter.

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  2. robertogreco:

Our Education, Austin Kleon, 2014

    robertogreco:

    Our Education, Austin Kleon, 2014

    (via givology)

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  3. I’ll pray, and then I’ll sleep.
    – Marilynne Robinson, from Gilead (via the-final-sentence)

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  4. thechapterfourblog:

Pete Seeger by Annie Leibovitz.

    thechapterfourblog:

    Pete Seeger by Annie Leibovitz.

    (via thinknorth)

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  5. matthewewhite:

    The Everly Brothers: Songs of Innocence And Experience (courtesy of the BBC and inimitable curators Aquarium Drunkard)

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  6. jackmeriwether:

    "Getting Dressed for No One"

    short film project

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  7. marryweather:

    UPDATE:

    I will be driving to the salvation army in the morning as soon as it opens in order to purchase the coat

    (I hid it in the plus size men’s pants section so we’ll see)

    #wesufferforfashion #thriftadventures

    A wise choice!

    7 months ago  /  3 notes  /  Source: marryweather

  8. gentstribune:

501 Jeans Shrink To Fit Guide From Levis 

Step 1 Purchase your jeans in your true size, which for Shrink-to-Fit™ means 1” larger in waist and 3” longer in inseam.
Step 2 Wear them out of the store (after you buy them).
Step 3 Live in them as long as possible.
Step 4 Wash them as little as possible.
Step 5 When wash time finally arrives, soak for 20 minutes with a capful of Dr. Bronner’s Soap. Keep in mind, the hotter the water, the more they shrink. To preserve the color, turn your 501™ jeans inside out, replace the warm water with cold water and add a cup of vinegar.
Step 6 Let them drip dry until they are slightly damp.
Step 7 Put them back on – ideally on a warm day or when you can sit by a fire.
Step 8 As they dry, they’ll shape to your body.
Step 9 Enjoy!

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    gentstribune:

    501 Jeans Shrink To Fit Guide From Levis

    Step 1 Purchase your jeans in your true size, which for Shrink-to-Fit™ means 1” larger in waist and 3” longer in inseam.

    Step 2 Wear them out of the store (after you buy them).

    Step 3 Live in them as long as possible.

    Step 4 Wash them as little as possible.

    Step 5 When wash time finally arrives, soak for 20 minutes with a capful of Dr. Bronner’s Soap. Keep in mind, the hotter the water, the more they shrink. To preserve the color, turn your 501™ jeans inside out, replace the warm water with cold water and add a cup of vinegar.

    Step 6 Let them drip dry until they are slightly damp.

    Step 7 Put them back on – ideally on a warm day or when you can sit by a fire.

    Step 8 As they dry, they’ll shape to your body.

    Step 9 Enjoy!

    Follow Gtribune for more advice and guides

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  9. having a good ol’ time with @acoledaly

    having a good ol’ time with @acoledaly

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  10. After learning my flight was detained 4 hours,
    I heard the announcement:
    If anyone in the vicinity of gate 4-A understands any Arabic,
    Please come to the gate immediately.

    Well—one pauses these days. Gate 4-A was my own gate. I went there.
    An older woman in full traditional Palestinian dress,
    Just like my grandma wore, was crumpled to the floor, wailing loudly.
    Help, said the flight service person. Talk to her. What is her
    Problem? we told her the flight was going to be four hours late and she
    Did this.

    I put my arm around her and spoke to her haltingly.
    Shu dow-a, shu- biduck habibti, stani stani schway, min fadlick,
    Sho bit se-wee?

    The minute she heard any words she knew—however poorly used—
    She stopped crying.

    She thought our flight had been canceled entirely.
    She needed to be in El Paso for some major medical treatment the
    Following day. I said no, no, we’re fine, you’ll get there, just late,

    Who is picking you up? Let’s call him and tell him.
    We called her son and I spoke with him in English.
    I told him I would stay with his mother till we got on the plane and
    Would ride next to her—Southwest.

    She talked to him. Then we called her other sons just for the fun of it.

    Then we called my dad and he and she spoke for a while in Arabic and
    Found out of course they had ten shared friends.

    Then I thought just for the heck of it why not call some Palestinian
    Poets I know and let them chat with her. This all took up about 2 hours.

    She was laughing a lot by then. Telling about her life. Answering
    Questions.

    She had pulled a sack of homemade mamool cookies—little powdered
    Sugar crumbly mounds stuffed with dates and nuts—out of her bag—
    And was offering them to all the women at the gate.

    To my amazement, not a single woman declined one. It was like a
    Sacrament. The traveler from Argentina, the traveler from California,
    The lovely woman from Laredo—we were all covered with the same
    Powdered sugar. And smiling. There are no better cookies.

    And then the airline broke out the free beverages from huge coolers—
    Non-alcoholic—and the two little girls for our flight, one African
    American, one Mexican American—ran around serving us all apple juice
    And lemonade and they were covered with powdered sugar too.

    And I noticed my new best friend—by now we were holding hands—
    Had a potted plant poking out of her bag, some medicinal thing,

    With green furry leaves. Such an old country traveling tradition. Always
    Carry a plant. Always stay rooted to somewhere.

    And I looked around that gate of late and weary ones and thought,
    This is the world I want to live in. The shared world.

    Not a single person in this gate—once the crying of confusion stopped
    —has seemed apprehensive about any other person.

    They took the cookies. I wanted to hug all those other women too.
    This can still happen anywhere.

    Not everything is lost.

    Naomi Shihab Nye (b. 1952), “Wandering Around an Albuquerque Airport Terminal.” I think this poem may be making the rounds, this week, but that’s as it should be.  (via oliviacirce)

    When I lose hope in the world, I remember this poem.

    (via bookoisseur)

    (via on-the-soles-of-her-shoes-deact)

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