Archive | April, 2013

30 Greatest Quotes About Women

28 Apr

Thought Catalog

There are only three things to be done with a woman. You can love her, suffer for her, or turn her into literature. Henry Miller
Being a woman is a terribly difficult task, since it consists principally in dealing with men. Joseph Conrad
I want to do it because I want to do it. Women must try to do things as men have tried. When they fail, their failure must be but a challenge to others. Amelia Earhart
Women kill me. They really do. I don’t mean I’m oversexed or anything like that — although I am quite sexy. I just like them, I mean. They’re always leaving their goddam bags out in the middle of the aisle. J.D. Salinger
And yet women — good women — frightened me because they eventually wanted your soul, and what was left of mine, I wanted to keep. Charles Bukowski
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Clever French Literacy Campaign Will Make You Look Twice at Ads

28 Apr


French ad agency DDB Paris recently won a Yellow Pencil (one of the highest awards given by the UK’s Designers and Art Directors Club) for a literacy campaign that cleverly transforms common advertisements into emblems of illiteracy awareness. The ads, which we found translated into English over at the Huffington Post, even fooled us (and we are relatively literate, we assure you) for a moment — that’s how attuned our eyes and brains are to traditional advertising cues. We just glossed right over that huge “Unfortunately.” Check out the award-winning campaign after the jump, and let us know what you think in the comments.

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Like Missed Connections, But for Half-Forgotten Books

28 Apr


It’s happened to everyone — suddenly, you’re seized by a vague, faint memory of a book you read somewhere, sometime, but can’t put your finger on what it was called or who wrote it, or even enough of the plot to Google your way to the answer. But have no fear, nostalgic re-readers! i09 has tipped us off to What Was That Book?, a Livejournal community (remember Livejournal?) dedicated to helping you piece together the scraps of your recollection. But even if you don’t have a forgotten novel tugging at the back of your brain, we suggest taking a look — we immediately got sucked into reading through the requests themselves. Not only is it interesting to see what details people hang on to, but now we definitely want to seek out and read these books ourselves. We’ve pulled a few of the weirdest, most awesome-sounding queries and excerpted them after…

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The 10 Best Songs We Heard This Week: Kelis, Janelle Monáe

28 Apr


It’s Friday, which means we are contemplating the weekend ahead and also, as ever, rounding up the best songs we’ve heard this week. This week we heard not one but two great new pop songs in the space of seven days — from Kelis and Janelle Monáe (with some help from Erykah Badu) — something that happens once every decade or so! We also celebrated the returns of Carter Tutti and Kode9, got even more excited about upcoming records from The National and Pure X, listened to Owen Ashworth (he who was once known as Casiotone for the Painfully Alone) doing gospel music, and more. Click on through and get a-listening, dear readers!

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27 Apr


She sat at her table, staring blankly at the screen infront of her, while the so called discussion swirled around her as background noise.

She wondered what was wrong with these people, the answer was right there staring at them in their faces and yet, none of them saw it.

It was right there.

Everyone was just skirting the issue, typing furiously on their keyboards – the actual content of what was being taken down as ‘note’ was secondary to them sounding like they were busy doing something.

She didn’t get it. She couldn’t.

Why does one NEED to pretend like they were busy when they are not?

So as to appear productive, efficient and hardworking, when all they are doing was run around in circles?

Seems just about right.

She couldn’t take the so called ‘discussion’ anymore.

She bent down to pick up her bag from the floor and started chucking her stuff in it.

She could see the puzzled faces looking at her, wondering what the hell she was doing in the middle of a heated discussion;  she didn’t care.

After she had all her stuff inside, she swirled her chair to face the exit, stood up and walked out.

Someone called out to her, but she couldn’t hear exactly what he was saying.

Not that it matters anyway, she just wanted out.

She walked and she waited and she walked agin until she was finially out of the massive, cold, grey building that held her caged for a good part of her life and saw the sun for the first time.

Not that she has never seen the sun before, just not in that way.

It was exceptionally bright, warm and not to sound too cheesy, but the the sunlight hitting her face full on actually felt hopeful.

For the first time in a very long time, she felt like she could breathe again.

A smile slowly creeped across her face –  she was enjoying the moment.

And then, reality hit her.

She had just walked out of a job that she desperately needed to keep her home and to pay her bills.

The smile quickly left, replaced by tears of anxiety.

What was she suppose to do now?

Where can she go?

The tears wouldn’t stop flowing and she felt desperation again.

Maybe I’ll just call in sick.. That I had a nervous breakdown or something.

I’m sure they’ll understand.

Life in Black and White

25 Apr

Back to Burma

25 Apr

Found under a bridge in London

25 Apr

I smell like..

18 Apr


I smell like crumpled, well slept, well broken in sheets,
Warm, comfortable and welcoming.

I smell like fresh laundry,
Crisp and clean.

I smell like the morning sun,
Warm and full of vitality.

I smell like morning dew,
Gentle, fragile yet refreshing.

I smell like you,
Strong, masculine – everything I’m not.

I smell like you,
Sweet and salty and everything in between.

I smell like you,

Fleeting happiness

13 Apr

If you want others to be happy, practice compassion. If you want to be happy, practice compassion.” ~ His Holiness the Fourteenth Dalai Lama

Her face lit up when she saw his text come in, like a child anticipating her present.
She tried to keep her cool and wits about her as she waited for the text to load.
It wasn’t anything much, just a very short ‘I missed you too’ and her heart felt like it was about to burst with happiness.

It was a moment of fleeting happiness when she reminded herself that it did not mean anything to him.
They were just words, words he used ever so often on all his lovers.
They were just words that never meant translated into anything concrete.