manbartlett:

thisistheverge:

Spectacular food packaging decays with its contents
Swedish design studio Tomorrow Machine believes that the relationship between food and packaging should be symbiotic, with containers surviving only as long as their contents. In a vividly colored series entitled “This Too Shall Pass,” the company showcases three items, each of which looks more like an ornament than a household product.

Yes please more of this thank you!

manbartlett:

thisistheverge:

Spectacular food packaging decays with its contents
Swedish design studio Tomorrow Machine believes that the relationship between food and packaging should be symbiotic, with containers surviving only as long as their contents. In a vividly colored series entitled “This Too Shall Pass,” the company showcases three items, each of which looks more like an ornament than a household product.

Yes please more of this thank you!

(via kenyatta)

coldswarkids:

edwardspoonhands:

thelegendofkungjew:

doxian:

d-dinosaur:

rknjl:

newvagabond:

NO “TELEPHONES”. TALK TO EACH OTHER. FACE TO FACE ONLY. WRITE A LETTER. SEND A TELEGRAM TO YOUR MOM. PRETEND IT’S 1860. LIVE.

NO ‘WRITING’… TALK TO EACH OTHER. THROW A ROCK AT YOUR MOM. PRETEND IT’S 10,000 BCE.  LIVE.

URGGA. ROU GRAAURH. RUH.
<SMACKS HANDS ON WALL WITH PAINT.>

NO ‘HIGHER BRAIN FUNCTIONS’ …USE YOUR REPTILIAN BRAIN
EAT YOUR MOM’S CORPSE SHE DIED TO PROVIDE YOU WITH SUSTENANCE
PRETEND YOU HAVE JUST AROSE FROM THE SEA
SURVIVE

NO “MULTICELLULAR TRAITS”….. USE YOUR SYMBIOTIC MITOCHONDRIA
REPRODUCE ASEXUALLY, YOU’RE YOUR OWN PARENT
PRETEND IT’S 2BYA
EVOLVE

NO “LIFE.” USE FUNDAMENTAL PHYSICAL FORCES TO FORM SPHERICAL OBJECTS REVOLVING AROUND ONE ANOTHER IN SPACE. 
FUSE HYDROGEN INTO HELIUM USING GRAVITATIONAL PRESSURE TO PRODUCE HEAT AND LIGHT. 
PRETEND IT’S 4.5BYA.
STABILIZE INTO EQUILIBRIA

NO “MATTER”.  EXIST IN THE VOID WITHOUT PURPOSE OR MEANING.
THERE IS NO “YOU”, ONLY THE VAST CONCEPT OF NOTHING.
TIME DOES NOT EXIST.
BE.

coldswarkids:

edwardspoonhands:

thelegendofkungjew:

doxian:

d-dinosaur:

rknjl:

newvagabond:

NO “TELEPHONES”. TALK TO EACH OTHER. FACE TO FACE ONLY. WRITE A LETTER. SEND A TELEGRAM TO YOUR MOM. PRETEND IT’S 1860. LIVE.

NO ‘WRITING’… TALK TO EACH OTHER. THROW A ROCK AT YOUR MOM. PRETEND IT’S 10,000 BCE.  LIVE.

URGGA. ROU GRAAURH. RUH.

<SMACKS HANDS ON WALL WITH PAINT.>

NO ‘HIGHER BRAIN FUNCTIONS’ …USE YOUR REPTILIAN BRAIN

EAT YOUR MOM’S CORPSE SHE DIED TO PROVIDE YOU WITH SUSTENANCE

PRETEND YOU HAVE JUST AROSE FROM THE SEA

SURVIVE

NO “MULTICELLULAR TRAITS”….. USE YOUR SYMBIOTIC MITOCHONDRIA

REPRODUCE ASEXUALLY, YOU’RE YOUR OWN PARENT

PRETEND IT’S 2BYA

EVOLVE

NO “LIFE.” USE FUNDAMENTAL PHYSICAL FORCES TO FORM SPHERICAL OBJECTS REVOLVING AROUND ONE ANOTHER IN SPACE. 

FUSE HYDROGEN INTO HELIUM USING GRAVITATIONAL PRESSURE TO PRODUCE HEAT AND LIGHT. 

PRETEND IT’S 4.5BYA.

STABILIZE INTO EQUILIBRIA

NO “MATTER”.  EXIST IN THE VOID WITHOUT PURPOSE OR MEANING.

THERE IS NO “YOU”, ONLY THE VAST CONCEPT OF NOTHING.

TIME DOES NOT EXIST.

BE.

(via grexyhousecat)

Taking a detour to avoid an area of conflict means spending more time in the air, burning more fuel. So airlines go direct if they consider it safe. Malaysia Airlines was not the only operator crossing eastern Ukraine at the time of the tragedy. L980, the route in question, was the flight path chosen by many passenger jets travelling between the big cities of Europe and South Asia. In fact, wars usually have little impact on commercial flights. As fighting raged in Afghanistan, for instance, in the skies above it was mostly business as usual for the world’s airlines.

The Economist explains: Why was MH17, a civilian airliner, flying over a war zone? | The Economist

I am fortunate to have never lived in a declared war zone but I’m fascinated by overflights and their detachment from the world beneath them.

When I was seven, I remember hiding behind a dumpster with my cousin during a gang shootout and looking to the sky and seeing an airliner flying overhead. I remember having a sudden awareness that whoever was on that plane had no idea what was happening on the ground beneath them.

When I was 17, I remember sitting in a park, looking up, and noticing the logo + livery on an United Airlines plane while I was being rejected by my crush.

In 2001, I remember sitting behind a tin shack in a township (segregated slum) in a barely post-apartheid Cape Town, watching the bellies of planes coming in for a landing over us while a former gunrunner of the armed wing of the ANC explained how the Secret Safari worked. 

I once found myself stranded, with crippling leg cramps on a side of a mountain in Yunnan Province, China with the sun setting and a wolf howling in the distance. An airliner glided noiselessly overhead. I was 6km away from the nearest guesthouse. I remember sitting there and wondering which was closer — the plane or the guesthouse.

Emotionally detached overflights have become a recurring motif in my life, so much so that I almost expect them to show up at key moments. They’re like angels or some sort of exposition fairy.

That’s probably why I also really love this shot from the invisible chase scene from Ghost in the Shell.

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Recently I found myself on the other end of that relationship. In February, I was on a plane from London to Bangkok that took us within sight of Kiev. I remember thinking: “There’s a revolution going on down there and everybody on this flight is sleeping. I am on a detached overflight.”

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More recently, though, I just seem to find myself complaining about the noise in my neighborhood as planes approach the nearby airport.

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There’s a luxury in that.

(via kenyatta)

This is great.

(via kenyatta)

You know how you sing yourself songs with new, personally tailored lyrics?

nickdouglas:

Like how Choire Sicha sings to his cats, "I’m looking at that cat in the mirror. I’m asking cats to change their ways." Or how my uncle used to sing “Everybody’s haaap-pyyy” over the Curb Your Enthusiasm theme song.

Well do any of you have one or two songs that usually serve as the melody for…

I do this all the time, but these songs must be in a part of my brain that I can only access while I’m actually singing them.