The obvious choice for today. If you’re me.
One teachers approach to preventing gender bullying in a classroom
Alie arrived at our 1st-grade classroom wearing a sweatshirt with a hood. I asked her to take off her hood, and she refused. I thought she was just being difficult and ignored it. After breakfast we got in line for art, and I noticed that she still had not removed her hood. When we arrived at the art room, I said: “Allie, I’m not playing. It’s time for art. The rule is no hoods or hats in school.”
She looked up with tears in her eyes and I realized there was something wrong. Her classmates went into the art room and we moved to the art storage area so her classmates wouldn’t hear our conversation. I softened my tone and asked her if she’d like to tell me what was wrong.
“My ponytail,” she cried.
“Can I see?” I asked.
She nodded and pulled down her hood. Allie’s braids had come undone overnight and there hadn’t been time to redo them in the morning, so they had to be put back in a ponytail. It was high up on the back of her head like those of many girls in our class, but I could see that to Allie it just felt wrong. With Allie’s permission, I took the elastic out and re-braided her hair so it could hang down.
“How’s that?” I asked.
She smiled. “Good,” she said and skipped off to join her friends in art.
‘Why Do You Look Like a Boy?’
Thank you, Ms. Melissa.
(via @seldo)
Source: rethinkingschools.org
Over the phone tonight, my boyfriend casually mentioned that he had a full-sized replica of a carousel cat sitting in storage, something his parents got as a gift when they owned a magazine about pets, and would like to bring it into our apartment. The carousel cat has a fish in its mouth. The cat comes with its own carousel pole, as you can plainly see in the photo.
I’m going to live with a man who has a carousel cat.
I mean, LOOK AT THOSE FUCKING EYES. Maybe it’s the photo, but no matter where I stand in the room it looks like those yellow eyes are staring at me. I close my eyes and try to imagine where the cat would go. In the bathroom? Not really. Across from the sofas so we could engage in evening-long staring contests? Nope.
“Ernie,” the cat would stare at me as I wake up in the middle of the night to grab a glass of water. “Join me to the dark side, where we will conquer the underworld together. Aren’t you hungry? Don’t you want some… FISH?”
“Not now, Merry-go-round cat,” I would reply back, walking past him and turning off the lights, two yellow saucers glowing in the dark for the rest of the night.
I shake off my overactive imagination. “Babe, I’m not sure if this cat will go with any of the other stuff we have,” I tell my boyfriend over the telephone.
“We could work around that,” he says in a deadpan voice. “We could always just make our living room circus-themed.”
He does have a point; people could always use the cat as extra seating space.
Everything will be okay. Provided that circus carousel cat doesn’t eat my soul.
Guess who has two thumbs, just stuck a stuffed fish in his mouth, and crept up behind Ernie while making the expression above?
Source: ernie
Melancholy shouldn’t be confused with depression. Melancholy is an active state. When we’re melancholic, we feel uneasy with the way things are, the status quo, the conventions of our society. We yearn for a deeper, richer relationship with the world. And in that yearning, we’re forced to explore the potential within ourselves – a potential we might not have explored if we were simply content. We come up with new ways of seeing the world and new ways of being in the world. Melancholy and creativity go together.
Source: stutterheim.se
Space means future-couture capes and blasé expressions from oxygen deprivation. Can’t breathe, so bored.
Been thinking about aliens this week. Don’t ask why.
So this just happened outside. Can this happen more often?
Source: SoundCloud / jaschu
Moth Macabre, “All Great Architects Are Dead”
More revisiting the 90s. I didn’t think about it then, but it weirds me out now that they all basically have the same haircut.
Using Helvetica does not render something minimalist. Playing cards are already minimalist — they contain the bare minimum of design elements to communicate information. Not to mention, this design mostly discards the dual orientation of the traditional design.
Andrew’s got a point.
Source: Laughing Squid
Run On, “Xmas Trip”
Dug up an old Matador promo dvd this week and was reminded of this.
Lene Lovich on Top of the Pops, “Lucky Number”
