Back in 2007/2008 some cool girls discovered rompers, followed by a wave of early adopters in June of 2009. Every summer since then has seen romper spikes. Will 2013 be the year of #PeakRomper? Will women ever grow tired of having to get naked just to go to the bathroom? Only time (and Google) will tell.
12:16 pm • 10 April 2013 • 18 notes
Brännö is an island of Gothenburg’s southern archipelago, south of the mouth of the Göta river which flows through the city. We took a day trip there. The ferry from Gothenburg churns its way through the bay’s ice-choked waters past small islands sprouting the little pointed houses that make you think of blond people and hats with horns and maybe clogs and windmills, if geography isn’t your thing.
Barren and windswept, Brännö in February is cold. I later read up on the island’s history: people had been coming to this inhospitable rock for hundreds of years. It’s mentioned in the Norse sagas as a place for holmgang, ritualized duels for the settlement of disputes, but there wasn’t really any evidence of any of that I could see. The houses didn’t even look particularly old.
Oddly, the first person we spoke to when we got off of the ferry at Brännö was an American, “born and raised in Daly City, California!” We came upon him in the midst of telling an impatient-looking photographer about the drop in sea levels that happened after the last ice age.“The water used to come up all the way over to that boat shop, he said. He indicated a nearby field containing tarp-covered objects that could indeed be boats. “Don’t make much sense to have a boat shop in the middle of an island otherwise.” She looked like she regretted asking him for directions.
There are no cars on Brännö. Pretty much just tractors and a lot of sheep. Winding footpaths snake between hedge-lined yards, the only traffic being the occasional moped piloted by one of the islanders, and large cats.
We walked through the town and out into the island’s interior, which was lightly covered in low bushes and veined by ravines. Occasionally, we crossed frozen brooks. We stopped and ate a shivering picnic on a low ridge, gulping down steaming cups of coffee from a thermos.
We continued walking and reached the opposite shore of the island, which was a frozen beach. Chunks of ice with weird, swiss-cheesy edges were piled up at the foamy waterline.
In the waning light, we made our way back through the town and to the ferry. We missed it and spent a chilly hour waiting in the boathouse on the north shore before being able to leave the island.
2:45 pm • 24 March 2013
Assholes in History: Giuseppe Ferlini
At some point in the late 19th century, exploration completed its transition from the imperialist mode of Cortez and Cook to the austere, scientific practice pioneered by Antarctic explorers like Robert Scott, a system still in place today. But it’s important to remember that for much of human history, to be an explorer was to be a treasure hunter, and the quest was not for knowledge, but for gold.
Giuseppe Ferlini was born in Bologna, Italy, as the 18th century came to a close. He served as a doctor in the struggle for Greek independence, kicking off his long, complicated, and mostly-antagonistic relationship with Muslims. Later, he traveled to Sudan, where he heard tales of a wondrous ruin thousands of years old: the huge pyramid complex at Meroë, which Europeans had only recently become aware of. It contained some two hundred of the area’s distinctively steep-sided pyramids of various sizes, many embossed with beautiful inscriptions describing the exploits of the rulers entombed within.
Guiseppe could hardly believe his fortune, and after some months in nearby Khartoum organizing an expedition, he spent the next year rampaging through Meroë and the nearby Wad ban Naqa blowing up everything he suspected might contain gold.
He only ever found one cache of gold and today, hardly any of the pyramids remain intact. The complex at Meroë, with its two hundred beautifully-preserved pyramids, could have been a treasure of world culture and tourist attraction to rival the temples at Angkor Wat. But thanks in part to Giuseppi Ferlini, they languish in rubble and obscurity, their steep sides crumbling: another silent reminder of European arrogance in a continent choked with them.
7:03 am • 25 November 2012 • 2 notes
click the picture. I still have physical copies of this mixtape. If you want them holler on the ask, I’m not charging for this shit anymore I just want to share a piece of what Matthew made for the world to enjoy.
6:41 am • 8 September 2012 • 54 notes
Rap Industry Fan Fiction: Gucci Mane finally escapes his marijuana addiction.
Gucci Mane sighed as he adjusted his coat. “Burr,” he said, noting the cold and snow. “Gucci,” he added as an afterthought. The arctic was a harsh, unforgiving land, but he had thought he would have been warm enough in his fur. Shivering, he began to suspect that his coat might have…
you’re not reading this tumblr yet??
4:59 am • 8 July 2012 • 92 notes
sounds too similar to the German slang word Kackwurst for my tastes
Afternoon Snack: Both of the two food groups (“meats” and “dessert”) are represented in The Cupcake Project’s “cupcakewurst,” which stuffs delicious cake batter into also-delicious sausage casing.
Sorry, chocolate and peanut butter, but you’ve been made redundant.
(Source: thedailywhat, via jimccasey)
12:01 pm • 21 May 2012 • 740 notes
Bike build progress 4/16
Still struggling with the gear issue. I think I’m going to end up buying another rear wheel because this one has a really dumb cassette built into it. The wheels look a lot bigger on the frame than they do off of it.
9:22 am • 16 April 2012