Te aa no Areosis
Te aa no Areosis
“We’ve been ‘cool’ for a very long time, and in that sense our culture has been taken for a very long time. How do we define when we’ve arrived? It’s not when a young, white girl in Berkley is wearing nice garlands or those nice buddhist beads, or wearing bindi. I don’t feel like my life in anyway has been improved because she has the ability to do that and thinks that’s okay. My life hasn’t improved. The life of my mother has not improved. Our voice as a community within this economic system has not improved.
A good friend of mine, she’s south Indian, and she grew up in Connecticut. Her mom would make her wear her bindi and go to school. She would get harassed by kids… she would be harassed so much that what she would do, is that because she was so ashamed to have that bindi on her head, she would leave her house, wipe it off… and then come home and put it back on.
To the point where a child would have to think about such a deliberate attempt to refute their own culture I think is pretty profound. If there’s a white girl wearing a bindi walking down central avenue in the heights, she’s not considered a dot head, even though she has a dot on her head.
For me, the feeling is disgust and anger. The way I look at it if I see it, I just get so mad because I think, how dare this person be able to wear that, or hold that, or put that statue in her house and not take any of the oppression for that. How dare they. That’s not fair. We have to take so much heat and repression for expressing ourselves.
I’m going to rip that thing off your head, and I’m going to scrub that mehndi off your hands, because you don’t have the right to wear it. Until the day when you walk in our shoes, and you face what we face… the pain, and the shame, and the hurt, and the fear, you don’t have the right to wear that. It is not your right, and you’re not worthy of it. I feel like it’s so superficial and it’s so disrespected. One day, wake up, be me, and then you’ll see how powerful what you’re wearing is. ”
—Raahi Reddy, Yellow Apparel: When the Coolie Becomes Cool
Home invasions are insane and I can’t imagine someone barging into my place and doing something like this. An Amber Alert has been issued for 14 year old Ayvani Hope Perez, who was abducted earlier today during a home invasion at 3894 Brookgate Drive in Ellenwood, GA. She is 4’9, 93lbs, Hispanic, black hair, and was wearing Star Wars pajamas and a Tshirt with “Super Hero” written on it. Her mother attempted to hide her and another child after telling the two men pictured that she had no money or jewelry. They then shot the family dog and drove off with Ayani in a grey Dodge. If you have ang info on the girl or suspects, call 911 or Clayton County police at 678-610-4781. Jesus I hope they bring her home safe!! 😩 please repost, retweeting, and REBLOG!
You can do more than dispose of your disposable camera, LOTS more. We rounded up the coolest ones!
Here’s the first 10! Check out our roundup for instructions.
1. Smack it to get a double exposure.
2. Use 2 disposable cameras to make 3D images.
3. Make it high-speed to capture balloons popping et .
4. Get experimental and damage the lens for sweet results.
5. Damage the film for even sweeter results - throw it in a pool, etc. You can do things to it that you can’t to a normal camera!
6. Make it a community project: tie it to a park bench with instructions and come back later to see who used it.
7. Send it on a world tour - Matthew McVickar mailed his disposable camera with instructions for mailmen to photograph with it.
8. Use cell phone lenses to get rad looking fisheye shots.
9. Use it again by making it reloadable!
10. Use lens and flash filters to make your photos 10x more colorful.
rebloggin’ for future reference
- Easy and very effective
- Requires nothing but your body
- Includes attack
Very useful to know, pass and share please.
I don’t mean to impose a personal favour on you guys, but I really would like to ask that everyone who follows me reblog this.
I don’t think I made it very clear but last month I was sexually assaulted by someone who I thought was my friend (I don’t want to talk about it don’t ask), and it’s… really fucked with my head.
Had I known this a month ago I would have been able to get away.
So, essentially, I’m really pleading with you to reblog this so everyone who follows you doesn’t get stuck in the same position I was with no way out.
I mean again I don’t want the point of this to be my sob story or whatever but if you could reblog this it would seriously mean a lot
Wangechi Mutu, The Mother of All Snake Dreams, 2011
Wangechi Mutu, Ovarian Cysts, 2005
From the Saatchi Gallery:
Wangechi Mutu uses collage as a metaphor for the shifting concepts of global identity. In Ovarian Cysts Mutu unites a medical diagram, an archaeological photograph, and kitsch advertisement within a glittery death-head; each element conveying disjointed and dislocated associations of Africa. Drawing from colonialism, ancient history, contemporary politics, and lifestyle ideals, Mutu creates an emblem of tribute, encompassing both a tormented past and powerful future.
by (Tomas Jivanda)