http://www.engadget.com/2015/01/24/vrse-virtual-reality-chris-milk-sundance/
I had my first experience with 360 video (and virtual reality) at Internet Week with VRSE, a virtual reality production company. Within a few minutes, I was transported to the middle of a fantasy lake, Union Square, an artist’s workshop, and a Sudanese refugee camp. It was brilliant.
Watch this in as high quality as you can.
The trials of the high-strung person are so vividly captured in another one of Lev Yilmaz’s super-relatable Tales of Mere Existence.
It’s worse if you were raised to keep it quiet. Then when you can’t, and because you’ve been taught to keep it quiet you also have no idea how to express it all in a way that makes sense to anyone, your friends and family have no idea why you’re suddenly freaking out and all fronts of being a calm, cool, collected person go out the door.
Coping mechanisms?
http://fdrmx.com/drummer-permanently-exits-panic-at-the-disco/
That’s another nail in the coffin of my childhood. I can’t say I was a very loyal fan; during Spencer’s original leave of absence I basically forgot about the band, and I didn’t listen to the second or third albums. It was weird when Jon Walker and Ryan Ross left, and I don’t listen to their music when perhaps I should. Ryan Ross was my favorite after all. That was probably a big reason why I stopped listening. Panic! At the Disco’s first album consumed an entire year of my young life, followed me through two more, dropped off the face of my earth, and then came back to me years later in the form of an internet friend telling me that they were listening to the fourth album and that I should give them another listen. He got me to download it.
“Oh, I have slipped the surly bonds of earth,
And danced the skies on laughter-silvered wings;
Sunwards I’ve climbed and joined the tumbling mirth
Of sun-split clouds – and done a thousand things”– High Flight by John Magee
Smoke for the Soul
Wet: pepper, cardamom, marijuana, tobacco, citrus rind
Dry: lemon rind, marijuana, tobacco smoke, medicinal herb, leather
Spicy, herbal, woody like an apothecary, except without that weird salty hit that you find in some places. The only non-apothecary smell is the citrus, and that really lightens it up where the other two are heavy and rich. Acts a little like the orange on a Blue Moon or a squeeze of lemon on some salmon. This one I think smells the most like leather. It reminds me of a young, attractive businessman at the airport lugging their expensive tote and their frequent flyer miles and their ability to turn their tiredness into disdain.
A kid around my brother’s age just committed suicide, supposedly by overdose.
What am I supposed to say?
I told him I’d make sure his spirit felt me punching him in the face if he did that to himself. We laughed. I told him to do put away the dry dishes so that I could wash and dry the dirty ones like he didn’t just tell me that.
I feel unsettled.
Pomelo girl thoughts 