mindfucked

anditslove:

Turns out the Easter Island heads have bodies, too! Archeologists discovered bodies beneath the 887 stoic faces after 12 years excavating and studying the statues.

“They’re buried up to mid-torso level. So it’s understandable that the general public didn’t have a clue that those statues had bodies,” Jo Anne Van Tilburg, director of the Easter Island Statue Project, told Fox News this week.

While experts have known for some time that much of the stone figures has been partially buried due to centuries of exposure to the elements, “this is the first time that one has been excavated in such a way that the documentation was complete and scientific,” said Van Tilburg.

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me, sometimes.

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farhaaan:

This is Elliðaey Island of the Westman Islands, Iceland

The lone building is a hunting lodge. The island is uninhabited.

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hmmm my kind of sport.

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As an introvert, I only seek out relationships when I’m really invested and really passionate about somebody or there’s something about them that really inspires me or I feel connected on a deep level.

— Carson (postgender)

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thingsorganizedneatly:

Janine Antoni

Lick & Lather, 1993

Seven soap and seven chocolate self-portrait busts,

Photographed by Lee Stalsworth at the Hirshhorn Museum at Sculpture Garden, Washington, D.C., 1999

Dimensions variable

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A student blows up at a teacher, drops the F-bomb. The usual approach at Lincoln – and, safe to say, at most high schools in this country – is automatic suspension. Instead, Sporleder sits the kid down and says quietly: “Wow. Are you OK? This doesn’t sound like you. What’s going on?”

He gets even more specific: “You really looked stressed. On a scale of 1-10, where are you with your anger?” The kid was ready. Ready, man! For an anger blast to his face….”How could you do that?” “What’s wrong with you?”…and for the big boot out of school. But he was NOT ready for kindness.

The armor-plated defenses melt like ice under a blowtorch and the words pour out: “My dad’s an alcoholic. He’s promised me things my whole life and never keeps those promises.” The waterfall of words that go deep into his home life, which is no piece of breeze, end with this sentence: “I shouldn’t have blown up at the teacher.” Whoa.

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Lincoln High School in Walla Walla, WA, tries new approach to school discipline — suspensions drop 85% (via mchotdog)

what a radical idea yo

(via matthewdgold)

Bam. Kids “misbehave” for actual, real, valid reasons. And have feelings.

(via amydentata)

I, for one, am astonished at the idea that children are people.

Also, I love this. I want to found a school based on this principle.

(via bigfatfeminist)

saving tips for when i teach.

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what the hell did they teach us in school.

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thedailywhat:

Heartwarming Tearjerker of the Day: When Ronald Searle’s wife, Monica, was diagnosed with a rare and aggressive form of breast cancer in 1969, the illustrator drew her a Mrs. Mole drawing “to cheer every dreaded chemotherapy session and evoke the blissful future ahead.” Monica survived the then-experimental treatment, and died just last summer. Ronald died in January.

Now a collection of 47 Mrs. Mole drawings has been released as a book, Les Tres Riches Heures de Mrs Mole.

Said Ronald Searle:

“I drew them originally for no one’s eyes except Mo’s, so she would look at them propped up against her bedside lamp and think: ‘When I’m better, everything will be beautiful.’ … Everything about them had to be romantic and perfect.”

[neatorama]

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