I have a lot of feelings that I don’t want to have….. that’s all.
The National Center for Craft and Design has selected the un-knitting machine as one of the best student design projects of 2012. This highly unusual bicycle, designed to help recycle unwanted woolen clothes, unravels any clothing item back into its pre-knitted form.
The starting point for the project came from the discovery that some charity shops devote hours to unravelling home-knitted jumpers.
The un-knitting machine … sits on a chair pedaling and wool passes through steam coming out of a kettle before being collected on a spindle. The yarn can then be collected and sold in neat piles.
Watch a video here:
fjdshgjkhfdgkjshdgf!~!!!!!!!! WHAT A HUGE TIME SAVER THIS WOULD BE!
I did this drawing like four years ago but I still really like it, actually.
I just rediscovered one of my all-time favorite contemporary artists. So excited.
There’s a ton of misinformation going around Tumblr on this, so I’m going to post some actual facts on the situation before I go to bed.
Tammy Baldwin was one of 184 cosponsors of H.R. 2015, the trans-inclusive version of ENDA which was put before…
So, so, so happy about Tammy’s win!
MY DRUNK KITCHEN: CARAMEL APPLES!
w/ Felicia Day!
Brains explode. Two biggest internet crushes getting drunk and making carmel apples, what?!
1000x better than “It Gets Better.” Stop lying to kids, it doesn’t get better unless we make it better, and we can only make it better by utterly destroying heteropatriarchy.
*destroying racist ableist (all the -ists) heteropatriarchy (kyriarchy?)
THANK YOU. “It Gets Better” was a well-intended but incredibly problematic campaign. It will NOT “get better” until we MAKE IT better.
I refuse to be told “It Gets Better” by a man who blames homophobia on poc and has publicly ridiculed bisexual people and trans* women.
We make it better by owning up to our shit and helping each other out in every way possible.
Yay & unf: the fifth Hysterical Literature video. This time, Teresa reads from “Sexing the Cherry” by Jeanette Winterson… while someone uses a vibrator on her… until she comes.
I lie askew under the net,
tangled in damp cloth, salt in my hair.
When this clears there will be fireflies
& stars, brighter than anywhere,
which I could contemplate at times
of panic. Lightyears, think of it.
Screw poetry, it’s you I want,
your taste, rain
on you, mouth on your skin.
my eyes water every time we kiss
makes me wish we had a porch swing and a little home
makes me wish I could right wrongs instead of poems
the heart is a bullet that is terrified of blood
love is a windshield wiper in a hurricane
nothing is ever clear"
— Andrea Gibson, Wasabi (via zebrafairy)
On the morning of July 25th, 2012, my life was turned upside down in a matter of hours. FBI agents from around Washington and Oregon and Joint Terrorism Task Force agents from Washington busted down the front door of my house with a battering ram, handcuffed my house mates and me at gunpoint, and…
I actually cried when she said ‘in love and solidarity’. My heart hasn’t stopped pounding and I am so nauseous, I just cant even.
Submitted by Carey Tan
- “Soon I’ll grow up, and I won’t even flinch at your name.”— Alanis Morissette (via mermaidporn)
This womyn comes into my work. I recognize her right away. The last time i was drunk she told me not to be hard on myself. Today i ask her if she...