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22nd March 2012

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Concerning The Future of My Blog…

…Or lack there of.

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13th March 2012

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12th March 2012

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10th March 2012

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“One rainy night eight years ago, in Watertown, Massachusetts, a man was taking his dog for a walk. On the curb, in front of a neighbor’s house, he spotted a pile of trash: old mattresses, cardboard boxes, a few broken lamps. Amidst the garbage he caught sight of a battered suitcase. He bent down, turned the case on its side and popped the clasps.”

What he found inside the suitcase were seven hundred and one black-and-white photographs depicting scenes of a devastated city.

Lost to the public for over sixty years, the pictures were taken by the “Physical Damage Division”, a special team of 150 men that was part of the United States Strategic Bombing Survey. a group commissioned by Harry Truman to analyse the effectiveness of the United States bombing campaigns in Europe and Asia.

During late October and November, 1945, this team would leave the warship they lived on, drive to Hiroshima, and document the impact of the nuclear blast that had destroyed the city. This sort of information and imagery was censored by the American government at the time: “nothing shall be printed which might, directly or by inference, disturb public tranquility.”

The fascinating story of these photographs is told in a Design Observer article from May of 2011. The pictures were also the subject of an exhibition by the International Center for Photography in New York.

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8th March 2012

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I’m Stepping Out For A Bit

So, about my blog: I’m probably going to be stepping away from it for a while. These next couple of months are kind of crucial for me. While I was sick, I drafted my “Exit Plan” for college, and it’s a solid block of writing, applications, and work. I didn’t realize until just now how important this is to me. I’m literally on the verge of getting my real life back. And here’s the thing: I didn’t realize until just now how much I’ve missed being myself.

I have some big plans in the works, however. If you’re interested at all in what’s coming next, or if you want to know more about who I’m trying to get back to being (basically, who I was), then please read on.

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8th March 2012

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Have you ever wandered and hit pure photo gold?
Photo by danielshea

photojojo:

Have you ever wandered and hit pure photo gold?

Photo by danielshea

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8th March 2012

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Historical Nonfiction: Dead and Buried →

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Some interesting burial rituals:

  • when some good race horses die only their head, heart, and hooves, are buried, the rest is cremated
  • In a burial at sea the body of the diseased person, along with rocks for weight, is put into a burlap bag, and the bag is stitched up. Under the law of the…

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7th March 2012

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tifa lockhart. by `ravenskar

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tifa lockhart. by `ravenskar

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7th March 2012

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welcome 2012 by ~A-231

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welcome 2012 by ~A-231

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7th March 2012

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I watched this and found it to be very true. When I was a kid, I couldn’t pay attention in school and my math grades were awful. My second grade teacher told my mom that I had trouble with higher thinking and I would never do well in school. I’ve spent fifteen years proving her wrong. My older brother ditched school and started a business. My younger brother could never sit still in class, and the teachers suggested we put him on medication. Turns out, he’s brilliant with mechanics. He thinks in motors and wires, not pen and paper. I think in words, my sisters think in ink. We don’t think in math. We don’t think in science. But we’re no less talented.

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