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This Blog Contains things that inspire me to inspire others.

For the time being I'm keeping a blog schedule as a way to keep my brain in order.

Monday - Music

Tuesday - Photography

Wednesday - Comedy

Thursday - TV

Friday - Film

Saturday - Art

Sunday - Literature and Miscellaneous

Tibetan Monks living in exile in India flew to Ferguson to show support for Mike Brown and community.

(Source: merosezah)

kastiakbc:

umbagog:

thesisonadolescence:

@tabithalou: This what they not showing you on the media. These young men cleaning up after the riot. #Ferguson

This also is hugely important. There’s a fixation in stories. A general pessimism about the human race. But I think there’s plenty of evidence for our giving nature. That bad, bad horrible things happen and there’s ALWAYS people willing to stand up and make things better. Across generations and cultures and nations. No matter how bad things get, there’s never not somebody looking out for their kids, their neighbors, their community. And that kind of solidarity pushes us through.
Even if it’s something as simple and seemingly small as picking up the trash after a major confrontation. That too is important.

^^THANK YOU

kastiakbc:

umbagog:

thesisonadolescence:

@tabithalou: This what they not showing you on the media. These young men cleaning up after the riot. #Ferguson

This also is hugely important. There’s a fixation in stories. A general pessimism about the human race. But I think there’s plenty of evidence for our giving nature. That bad, bad horrible things happen and there’s ALWAYS people willing to stand up and make things better. Across generations and cultures and nations. No matter how bad things get, there’s never not somebody looking out for their kids, their neighbors, their community. And that kind of solidarity pushes us through.

Even if it’s something as simple and seemingly small as picking up the trash after a major confrontation. That too is important.

^^THANK YOU

libutron:

Guianan Toucanet - female  (Araçari-negro, Tucaneta de la Guayana)
Although not as popular as other species of toucans and toucanets, Selenidera piperivora (Piciformes - Ramphastidae), the Guianan Toucanet, is a beautiful bird that inhabits lowlands of Brazil, French Guiana, Guyana, Suriname and Venezuela.
This is one of rare toucanets showing dimorphism. The male has a black crown neck, throat and breast. Side of the neck shows a yellow patch. The lower back and wig coverts are olive green, lower belly very dark yellow and green. Inner tail is black with chestnut tips, outer tail olive-green. Female has a blakish crown but hind head is olive-green, breast is grey and belly green. Bill is black with some dark red at base.
References: [1] - [2]
Photo: ©Anselmo d’Affonseca
Locality: Near Manaus, Amazonas, Brazil

libutron:

Guianan Toucanet - female  (Araçari-negro, Tucaneta de la Guayana)

Although not as popular as other species of toucans and toucanets, Selenidera piperivora (Piciformes - Ramphastidae), the Guianan Toucanetis a beautiful bird that inhabits lowlands of Brazil, French Guiana, Guyana, Suriname and Venezuela.

This is one of rare toucanets showing dimorphism. The male has a black crown neck, throat and breast. Side of the neck shows a yellow patch. The lower back and wig coverts are olive green, lower belly very dark yellow and green. Inner tail is black with chestnut tips, outer tail olive-green. Female has a blakish crown but hind head is olive-green, breast is grey and belly green. Bill is black with some dark red at base.

References: [1] - [2]

Photo: ©Anselmo d’Affonseca

Locality: Near Manaus, Amazonas, Brazil

theremina:

"It begins with the king as a boy, having to spend the night alone in the forest to prove his courage so he can become king. Now while he is spending the night alone he’s visited by a sacred vision. Out of the fire appears the Holy Grail, symbol of God’s divine grace. And a voice said to the boy, ‘You shall be keeper of the grail so that it may heal the hearts of men.’ But the boy was blinded by greater visions of a life filled with power and glory and beauty. And in this state of radical amazement he felt for a brief moment not like a boy, but invincible, like God, so he reached into the fire to take the grail, and the grail vanished, leaving him with his hand in the fire to be terribly wounded. Now, as this boy grew older, his wound grew deeper. Until one day, life for him lost its reason. He had no faith in any man, not even himself. He couldn’t love or feel loved. He was sick with experience. He began to die. One day a fool wandered into the castle and found the king alone. And being a fool, he was simple minded, he didn’t see a king. He only saw a man alone and in pain. And he asked the king, ‘What ails you friend?’ The king replied, ‘I’m thirsty. I need some water to cool my throat.’ So the fool took a cup from beside his bed, filled it with water, and handed it to the king. As the king began to drink, he realized his wound was healed. He looked in his hands, and there was the Holy Grail, that which he sought all of his life. And he turned to the fool and said with amazement, ‘How can you find that which my brightest and bravest could not?’ And the fool replied, ‘I don’t know. I only knew that you were thirsty.’
It’s very beautiful, isn’t it?”
~Parry, The Fisher King
Thank you, Robin Williams.

theremina:

"It begins with the king as a boy, having to spend the night alone in the forest to prove his courage so he can become king. Now while he is spending the night alone he’s visited by a sacred vision. Out of the fire appears the Holy Grail, symbol of God’s divine grace. And a voice said to the boy, ‘You shall be keeper of the grail so that it may heal the hearts of men.’ But the boy was blinded by greater visions of a life filled with power and glory and beauty. And in this state of radical amazement he felt for a brief moment not like a boy, but invincible, like God, so he reached into the fire to take the grail, and the grail vanished, leaving him with his hand in the fire to be terribly wounded. Now, as this boy grew older, his wound grew deeper. Until one day, life for him lost its reason. He had no faith in any man, not even himself. He couldn’t love or feel loved. He was sick with experience. He began to die. One day a fool wandered into the castle and found the king alone. And being a fool, he was simple minded, he didn’t see a king. He only saw a man alone and in pain. And he asked the king, ‘What ails you friend?’ The king replied, ‘I’m thirsty. I need some water to cool my throat.’ So the fool took a cup from beside his bed, filled it with water, and handed it to the king. As the king began to drink, he realized his wound was healed. He looked in his hands, and there was the Holy Grail, that which he sought all of his life. And he turned to the fool and said with amazement, ‘How can you find that which my brightest and bravest could not?’ And the fool replied, ‘I don’t know. I only knew that you were thirsty.’

It’s very beautiful, isn’t it?”

~Parry, The Fisher King

Thank you, Robin Williams.