Head On installation by the renowned Cai Guo-Qiang , consisting of 99 life-sized replicas of wolves.
With few wolves scattered in the front gallery, all ninety-nine wolves run, gallop, and jump toward the far end of the exhibition hall, where a wall stands. The bravery of the wolves is met head on by the unyielding wall. As the leading wolves go down, many more follow with force and determination. As those in the front fall and pile up, those behind take up their positions.
I’m not really a fan of the more traditional perfumes. They all smell like a bitter alcohol to me for some reason.
So I get my fragrances from Demeter. They have such hilarious and unique scents. Some are flat out gross (Glue?) but then you have something like Waffle Cone, which I love. And they do smell exactly like whatever they’re claiming.
There are so many to choose from, I suggest checking them out.
This is amazing! They have conventional scents, but they also have ones like Rain, Basil, Salt Air, Pipe Tabacco, Tomato, and Dirt. (On the particularly odd side, there are Clean Windows, Condensed Milk, Crayon, Funeral Home, Sawdust, Mildew, Rubber, and Turpentine.) I Iove how they put the stories and sometimes the science behind the scents in the description. I wish I could smell over the internet…
Bakhchanere Khot Glli (Bahçelerde Ot Olur) Mikail Aslan and Akunq Ensemble PETAG: Armenian Songs from Dersim
Bakhchanere khot gili, / Herbs and blossoms in the garden will be plentiful Tsoren, gari khent gili / Wheat and barley will be plentiful Tghan akhchga sirum / The boys loves a girl Juvakhtnere khent gili / The streets will be crazy
Dun parak es, boyet ergar / You are thin with willowy stature ? Eylame tseanid heyran, / Alem is a slave to your beautiful, ringing voice Elir, ertank mer tune / Come, let’s go to our house Yes ellim kizi ghurban / I will be a sacrifice (offering) to you
Tzarin vra nush gili / The almond tree will blossom ? Bakig mi dur ish gili / Don’t give me a kiss, ? Egyal didas, hima tur / Give yourself to me now Vaghvan mna ush gili / I cannot wait until tomorrow, it will be too late
I’ve posted this before but I’m posting it again with lyrics. It’s beautiful. Listen.
This song is in the Dersim dialect of Armenian. Turkish-Armenian-Kurdish-Persian-Arabic fused words there is no dictionary for. Would anyone care to help me with my translations and sentences I’ve put a question mark in front of? Is “eylam” a word or a variant of the name Alem? If so, is it possible a man named Alem wrote the song?
Also, this paragraph is linked to most of Mikail’s songs. Heavy words on displacements and genocide:
Even during my childhood, there were certain villages whose names I used to repeat over and over in my mind. “Norşin,” “Hopik,” “Axweşî,” “Sorpiyan”… Even though Zaza was my mother tongue, I somehow couldn’t manage to find a meaning for these words. Then I’d ask my mother, and she’d quickly brush them off, saying “my son, those names are left from the Armenians.” The Armenians who gave our villages their names no longer existed; it was as if the earth had opened up and swallowed them. Where could these people have gone, who left us our villages’ names, their dilapidated churches and their gravestones? Sometimes, the stones left from their ruined churches would turn up in the walls of our old-style, unstuccoed houses. Did these stones have no tongue, was there nobody who understood their language?
Houston: There's a great deal of contrast in it, and currently, it's upside-down on our monitor, but we can make out a fair amount of detail.
Aldrin: Will you verify the position - the opening I ought to have on the camera?
Houston: Stand by.
[Armstrong begins to descend.]
Houston: We can see you coming down the ladder now.
Armstrong: Okay, I just checked getting back up to that first step, Buzz. It's -- not even collapsed too far, but it's adequate to get back up... It takes a pretty good little jump.
Houston: Buzz, this is Houston. F/2 - 1/160th second for shadow photography on the sequence camera.
Aldrin: Okay.
Armstrong: I'm at the foot of the ladder. The [Lunar Module] footpads are only depressed in the surface about 1 or 2 inches, although the surface appears to be very fine grained as you get close to it. It's almost like a powder. Down there, it's very fine. I'm going to step off the [Lunar Module] now. THAT'S ONE SMALL STEP FOR MAN, ONE GIANT LEAP FOR MANKIND.
Youth in Ghana pose questions to people outside of their borders and spark an ongoing dialogue through film.
I was going through some of my favorites, found this, and thought you guys might enjoy it. This is really beautiful. I’ll let the video speak for itself.
I’m going to win an Oscar at 50 - definitely, and I’m going to die at 49 and a half to ensure I get that Oscar. I need to die as close to the Oscar ceremony as possible so I’m the last person in the montage of dead people they show every year. That’s the best spot, you know. Man, I really hope the internet sticks around so people can reference this article in my obituaries and see that what sounds like a joke was actually amazingly prescient.
Interviewer: Have you heard from Ryan Gosling since you told Rolling Stone that he came up to you at a Jamba Juice but you shut him down because you didn't recognize him?
Aubrey Plaza: I actually did hear from him one time. He invited me to a magic show through someone else, and I couldn’t go because I had to go to this charity thing for Amy, and it was like, "bros before hos," or "hos before bros," however that phrase goes. I just rhymed a lot. So, yeah. I don’t know what’s in store for me and him. I think he has a girlfriend, but maybe I’ll murder her someday and we’ll be together forever.
