Archive for December 21st, 2011

December 21st, 2011

jessethorn: Downtown Los Angeles, 1940. Santa Claus on a Rocket…


Downtown Los Angeles, 1940.

Santa Claus on a Rocket Ship.

In conclusion, God Bless America.

How is this not an outtake from a Flaming Lips movie?

December 21st, 2011

carpentrix: Jon Cotner and Claire Hamilton are doing something…


Jon Cotner and Claire Hamilton are doing something incredible. I wrote about it for The Faster Times. You can read it here.

And you should also take a look at their “Fire Island Slideshow” (from which this photo is taken) as part of The Believer’s art issue.

My favorite place in the whole wide world.

December 21st, 2011

In case you missed it: She’s talking about his penis.

In case you missed it: She's talking about his penis.:

You guys, I am basically ready to French all of you right now.

December 21st, 2011

superseventies: ‘Lisztomania’ film poster art, 1975.


‘Lisztomania’ film poster art, 1975.

December 21st, 2011

Elliot Perlman

Elliot Perlman:


 “He nearly called you again last night. Can you imagine that, after all this time? He can. He imagines calling you or running into you by chance. Depending on the weather, he imagines you in one of those cotton dresses of yours with flowers on it or in faded blue jeans and a thick woollen button-up cardigan over a checked shirt, drinking coffee from a mug, looking through your tortoiseshell glasses at a book of poetry while it rains. He thinks of you with your hair tied back and that characteristic sweet scent on your neck. He imagines you this way when he is on the train, in the supermarket, at his parents’ house, at night, alone, and when he is with a woman. He is wrong, though. You didn’t read poetry at all. He had wanted you to read poetry, but you didn’t. If pressed, he confesses to an imprecise recollection of what it was you read and, anyway, it wasn’t your reading that started this. It was the laughter, the carefree laughter, the three-dimensional Coca-Cola advertisement that you were, the try-anything-once friends, the imperviousness to all that came before you, the chain telephone calls, the in-jokes, the instant music, the sunlight you carried with you, the way he felt when you spoke to his parents, the introductory undergraduate courses, the inevitability of your success, the beach houses, the white lace underwear, the private dancing, the good-graced acceptance of part-time shift work, the apparent absence of expectations, the ever-changing disposable cults of the rural, the family, the eastern, the classical, the modern, the postmodern, the impoverished, the sleekly deregulated, the orgasm, the feminine, the feminist, and then the way you canceled with the air of one making a salad.” — Elliot Perlman

December 21st, 2011

"Sometimes I wonder what will happen when every Jeanette Winterson and Anne Sexton quote and photo of…"

“Sometimes I wonder what will happen when every Jeanette Winterson and Anne Sexton quote and photo of a mod from the 60s or a haute hippy from the 70s has been reblogged? Will Tumblr eat itself? Will I see myself backwards in the mirror? Will someone finally get my ROT-13 jok4es?”
December 21st, 2011

"be as vulnerable as you possibly can. recognize vulnerability and empathy as strengths."

“be as vulnerable as you possibly can. recognize vulnerability and empathy as strengths.”


kathleen hanna, bikini kill zine 

the line between vulnerability and humiliation, if and when there is one. 

(via karaj)

This is all like lily pads blossoming on a stagnant pond! or goldfish or something.

December 21st, 2011

A Sarah Jacobson Film Grant recipient! RT @BitchMedia Sm{art}: Vanessa Renwick

A Sarah Jacobson Film Grant recipient! RT @BitchMedia Sm{art}: Vanessa Renwick

December 21st, 2011

An Indian Inventor Disrupts The Period Industry

An Indian Inventor Disrupts The Period Industry:


When Arunachalam Muruganantham decided he was going to do something about the fact that women in India can’t afford sanitary napkins, he went the extra mile: He wore his own for a week to figure out the best design.

Analyzing branded napkins at laboratories led to Muruganantham’s first breakthrough. “I found out that these napkins were made of cellulose derived from the bark of a tree,” he said. A high school dropout, he taught himself English and pretended to be a millionaire to get U.S. manufacturers to send him samples of their raw material.

Demystifying the napkin was only the first step. Once he knew how to make them, he discovered that the machine necessary to convert the pine wood fiber into cellulose cost more than half a million U.S. dollars. It’s one of the reasons why only multinational giants such as Johnson & Johnson and Procter & Gamble have dominated the sanitary napkin making industry in India.

It took Muruganantham a little over four years to create a simpler version of the machine, but he eventually found a solution. Powered by electricity and foot pedals, the machine de-fibers the cellulose, compresses it into napkin form, seals it with non-woven fabrics, and finally sterilizes it with ultraviolet light. He can now make 1,000 napkins a day, which retail for about $.25 for a package of eight.

Though he’s won numerous awards (and won his wife back) he doesn’t sell his product commercially. “It’s a service,” he says. His company, Jayaashree Industries, helps rural women buy one of the $2,500 machines through NGOs, government loans, and rural self-help groups. “My vision is to make India a 100% napkin-using country,” said Muruganantham at the INK conference in Jaipur. “We can create 1 million employment opportunities for rural women and expand the model to other developing nations.” Today, there are about 600 machines deployed in 23 states across India and in a few countries abroad.

This sounds like a really neat way of empowering people. I really like how he sees his company as a service, not as a profit-making machine (when he could so easily do so) and rather than hoard the methods of production, he enables it to be easily replicated and distributed so other people can benefit from it, not just himself.

I love how he faked his way into gaming a system that worships money (srsly, a millionaire will get the respect for free shit, but not rural women, let’s think about how fucked up that is) and instead of reproducing the same attitude of hoarding money, he seems to be channeling that into a system of distributing income-producing means. We need more people who think that way, of spreading means of making stuff, rather than controlling them. I bet if the women’s sanitary napkin industry was taken more seriously, someone would find a way to trip up Muruganantham’s efforts to sell the machine.

December 21st, 2011

karaj: "read your pieces as critiques of narcissism and self-absorption"

karaj: "read your pieces as critiques of narcissism and self-absorption":


this. first i was appalled, then i was amused, then i was elated. i think my discomfort paper just got a new lease on life, though indirectly, since i still won’t be reading the marie calloway story because #whocares #feministboredom. 95% of this makes me want to throw up and that’s great….

Seriously, wife-stealing, dinner-party-crashing Jeanette Winterson looks at our literary sex scandals and laughs. AS WELL SHE SHOULD.

Q: What is traumarama?

 1. A column in a teen magazine

2. A literary genre

3. A life choice