I am shock at this video. Russell Brand continues to demonstrate that he’s incredibly smart, and that he has a better grasp on real news that TV news anchors. This is one of the most condescending fluff approaches I’ve seen on TV news, and Brand is clearly freaked out by it, then decides to try to save it by offering lessons in manners, focus, and actual news.
After you’re done watching this, read this interview Gawker did with Russell Brand about Bradley Manning: “What’s actually important? A human being doing a thing that was quite bold—possibly from a position of some personal trauma—but that regardless has brought attention to important stuff. We all know that shit goes on! But he’s brought palpable, tangible evidence of mendacious—oh no, don’t want to use that word again—conduct apparently for the protection or for the furtherment of the American people.”
Seems that someone was clearly underestimated this morning.
This wss honestly one of the most amazing non-maddow news segments I have ever seen.
On a side note, the way Brand destroyed the entire construct of that news setting while simultaneously making all the female anchors want him (not subtly at all) and all the male anchors want to be him was frighteningly enjoyable.
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blua:
Photographer Yume Cyan has been shooting some magical long exposure photographs of fireflies in a forested area around Nagoya City, Japan. By keeping the camera’s shutter open at a low aperture Cyan captures every bioluminescent flash of each insect resulting in dotted light trails that criss-cross the frame.
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what should i do in my 20s
i think i have some followers who’d appreciate this
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Instead, he saw the faces of those on the opposite escalator, their heads scowling downward, their necks perpendicular to the handrails. Turning his head made it seem like they were facing forward, with their bodies inclined acutely backwards. As he left the station, he was approached by a man with nails as yellow as his straw hat, asking for help with the fare. As the arthropod gave what little change he had, he saw in the man’s eyes the twinkling light he had departed in search of in the first place.
As he ascended the 150 (exact) steps of the escalator towards the open gray sky above, he realized that the natural light he sought was an illusion. Above, he saw the same phosphorescent orange lights as the ones fading behind him.
His best friends were the droplets of condensation between the plastic window panes. They melded together and lurched back and forth between their walls, adapting as the other passengers did to the abrupt starts and stops of the train. For some reason, the arthropod felt like these droplets understood him.
Sitting there in that station, still damp from the rain, he felt his life breaking. Not falling apart, but cracking open like the shell of an arthropod. Like most arthropods, he didn’t react too favorably to a broken shell.
in one corner, genuine physiological desire to end current work and leave.
in the other corner, underlying respect and admiration of work’s necessity.
the fight
helter skelter
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"Green was the silence, wet was the light, the month of June trembled like a butterfly."
- Pablo Neruda, 100 Love Sonnets (via meditationsinwonderland)
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the sad fact of my life is that I will never look like her.
oh Blake :’)
