Randomness and Cake

For over 13 years, architect Mickey Muennig (and girlfriend and children) lived in the tiny Greenhouse—his 1976 take on the then-popular dome and his celestial artistic response. From the deck of the outdoor bath, you can see up the coast.

Inside the one-room house, the reclaimed-redwood platform bed hangs on slender steel rods fastened to the ceiling. The ceiling cap is a vent—the house’s thermostat.

(via maddypie)

I saw a new world coming rapidly. More scientific, efficient, yes. More cures for the old sicknesses. Very good. But a harsh, cruel, world… and I saw a little girl, her eyes tightly closed, holding to her breast the old kind world, one that she knew in her heart could not remain, and she was holding it and pleading, never to let her go.

—Kazuo Ishiguro, Never Let Me Go (via bookmania)

Female parenting is significant and valuable work which must be recognized as such by everyone in society, including feminist activists. It should receive deserved recognition, praise and celebration within a feminist context where there is renewed effort to rethink the nature of motherhood; to make motherhood neither a compulsory experience for women nor an exploitative or oppressive one….

—bell hooks in Feminist Theory: From Margin to Center (via thepoliticalnotebook)

bookmania:

Brattle Book Shop at 9 West Street in Boston, Massachusetts. One of America’s oldest and largest used book shops, the Brattle features an outside sale lot, two floors of general used books, and a third floor of rare & antiquarian books. Housed in a three-story building in the heart of Downtown Boston, The Brattle Book Shop carries an impressive stock of over 250,000 books, maps, prints, postcards and ephemeral items in all subjects. In addition to its general used and out-of-print stock, The Brattle Book Shop also maintains an inventory of collectibles, first editions and fine leather bindings in its rare book room. (photos by Lance Gagnon)

I don’t love you as if you were the salt-rose, topaz or arrow of carnations that propagate fire: I love you as certain dark things are loved, secretly, between the shadow and the soul.

I love you as the plant that doesn’t bloom and carries hidden within itself the light of those flowers, and thanks to your love, darkly in my body lives the dense fragrance that rises from the earth.

I love you without knowing how, or when, or from where, I love you simply, without problems or pride: I love you in this way because I don’t know any other way of loving

but this, in which there is no I or you, so intimate that your hand upon my chest is my hand, so intimate that when I fall asleep it is your eyes that close.

—Pablo Neruda, 100 Love Sonnets, Sonnet XVII,  1960 (via bookmania)

Re-upping: Call For Occupy Submissions

thepoliticalnotebook:

Since there are a quite a few more of you due to a very kind shout-out to The Political Notebook by TIME’s website, I’d like to extend the invitation to submit to this blog to all my new followers and remind my old ones of the opportunity.

I’m providing the platform for publication of photographs, videos and experiences from participants and observers of the Occupy movement. I take a wide range of submissions — it doesn’t have to be professionally done.  If you have some sort of creative product or documentation of your experiences with the movement not listed above, feel free to send it in to see if I’d be interested. The culmination of this published work amounts to a highly visual documentary project of the movement and I really, really appreciate all queries and submissions.

Check out this page to see the incredible work that people have already submitted!

Check out the full submission guidelines here!

It is horrifying that we have to fight our own government to save the environment.

—Ansel Adams (via 122782)

(Source: fernsandmoss, via maddypie)