A story like mine should never be told. For my world is as forbidden as it is fragile. Without its mysteries, it cannot survive. I certainly wasn’t born to the life of a Geisha. Like so much in my strange life, I was carried there by the current.
(Source: beyoffce, via musemonster)
I haven’t done any serious hiking in months. By serious hiking I mean anything over around two miles. By months…I mean months. Probably since before the new year.
Yet today I woke up and said, “Fuck it. It’s a nice day. I’ve been cooped up. I’m going hiking.”
And then, “You know what? Fuck it. I’m not just going to go hiking. I’m going to hike nine miles. About four miles longer than anything I’ve ever hiked before. Because…fuck it.”
Did I mention it was 90 degrees today? Did I mention I started my hike at noon?
I usually do this same trail. It’s a 4 1/2 mile trail. It’s my comfort trail. It’s not too hard but it’s also not too easy. It’s got a fantastic mix of uphill, downhill, and level ground.
I prepared. I typically only bring one bottle of water with me when I hike the 4 1/2…so I doubled it. I also know that when I do hike any good distance I start to get lightheaded…so I brought a granola bar and a cereal bar.
The first 6 miles went by in a breeze. I was keeping a fantastic pace. I was monitoring my water and preparing to ration it. I had my headphones on and I was enjoying the gorgeous scenery as I kept my feet shuffling through everything from the Garden State Soundtrack to Slipknot.
Then…it started.
At first I noticed that my hands had swelled up. Swelled up to the point that I couldn’t even make a fist without a concentrated effort at it.
Then my body kept breaking out in waves of goosebumps.
Then I started to not be able to take deep breaths. I could only puff away with a shallow intake.
Then the urge to vomit.
My body started getting weak and I found myself having to continually stop for short periods of time (no more than a minute) until I got up the willpower to continue.
Those last three miles were killer.
With a little over a mile left to go I ran out of water.
Then I started feeling like I was going to faint.
I made it though. All nine miles. Surprisingly my muscles were fine. My legs didn’t even hurt a bit.
How was my time? Fuck my time.
Note to self: Don’t go hiking again at the hottest point of the day. Bring more water. Quit being a lazy ass.
Titled “The Spear,” this painting by Brett Murray, on display at the Goodman Gallery in Johannesburg, features South African President Jacob Zuma with his genitals exposed. The provocative work has become a lightning rod within the art world. Two days ago, two Zuma supporters vandalized it, drawing a red “X” over the face and smearing black paint all over the portrait.
Critics don’t like it. They allege that it’s not only vulgar, but also derivative, copying the same style and color scheme artist Shepherd Fairey employed in his famous poster of President Barack Obama, except with an obscene twist. Zuma himself doesn’t like it. He insisted that it be removed from the art gallery, and demanded photos of it be taken down from local newspaper website. And evidently, some art patrons don’t like it either.
This incident isn’t the first time that a work of art has caused a scandal.We took a look at artwork that has been viewed as too controversial through the years.
As I did with Kemper Suicide.
These are of Radeo Suicide around when she started to now.
Jimmy: These superheroes, they have special powers. Captain America, what does he do?
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duty being drinking a margarita, cooking mr. noodle, and watching “the descent”
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bye bye Wisconsin! (Taken with instagram)
Him: “I haven’t had a blow job since the first year we started dating.”
Happy Anniversary.
10 dolla “yoga” pants ok, yes.
This is from one of my first pin-up shoots! I’m a Los Angeles based photographer :-D
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