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Sep 17

abcworldnews:

Their love lasted 700 years.

Skeletons of a man and a woman are found holding hands:http://abcn.ws/1qghbH4

Sep 06

archiemcphee:

Meet Avtar Singh Mauni, a 60-year-old devout Sikh preacher from Punjab, India and proud owner of what may soon be declared by Guinness World Records to be the World’s Largest Turban. His awesome, multi-colored turban weighs 100 pounds and measures over 2,100 feet (645 meters) long when completely unraveled. The fabric itself weighs 66 pounds, while the decorative ornaments make up the rest. Each morning it takes Avtar Singh upwards of six hours to put on his turban, which reached this incredible size after 16 years of diligently adding to its length. In addition to his magnificent turban, he also wears numerous heavy silver bangles and carries a sword, which altogether weigh an additional 87 pounds.

Although the weight is heavy and the size can make everyday activities, such as walking through doorways or getting into cars, a bit challenging, Avtar Singh says he’s most happy when wearing his turban and plans to continue doing so until he’s physically unable to carry it.

“On the rare times I don’t have my turban on, I keep getting this feeling of being incomplete, that some part of me is missing,” he said. “I get afraid that I may fall and I keep wondering ‘have I lost something, where is my turban?’”

Perhaps our favorite detail about Avtar Singh and his magnificent turban, which has made him one of the most respected preachers in the region, is that when making his regular pilgrimages around Punjab, he travels on a motorcycle (and has no problems keeping his balance). What an awesome sight.

Click here for a brief video about Avtar Singh Mauni record-breaking turban.

[via Laughing Squid, Oddity Central and The Telegraph]

Sep 06

huffingtonpost:

This Is How Much The Female Portrait Has Evolved In The Last 500 Years

Art history books have a reputation of showcasing dead, white, European males — DWEM — and the (mostly white) women they handpicked as muses. Portrait after portrait reveals a woman’s face through a man’s gaze, casting a rather unsavory light on the tendency of artists to eroticize, objectify or idolize the female form.

See the full video for a striking look at the female portrait.

(Souce:  artFido)

Sep 05

quote I succeeded by saying what everyone else is thinking.

— Joan Rivers, 1933-2014 (via wikihow)
Sep 04
Jul 22

Hard To Say. →

requiemandrevelation:

The night ‘fore last seems like an age ago,
It’s hard to speak, yet harder to know,
How can I say what hurts so much,
To know it was a mistake as such,
I would tell you that I wished it didn’t happen,
But I’d be a liar.
-
Folded in your arms, I felt I’d seen God,
And only two nights ago I…

Jun 12

Good Intentions.

requiemandrevelation:

I never meant to make you cry
But baby darlin’ I guarentee,
That I’ll make the time for us
Don’t forget, someday we’ll see.

Jun 07

listoflifehacks:

If you like this list of life hacks, follow ListOfLifeHacks for more like it!

Jun 07
ciderandsawdust:

Our first attempt at a Swedish fire log was a smashing success.

ciderandsawdust:

Our first attempt at a Swedish fire log was a smashing success.

May 30

hqcreations:

Turning Wooden Bowls with a Lathe

The last time the Hubs and I did a woodworking class, we learned to hand carve spoons and utensils. Clearly, making bowls was the next logical skill to learn! We’ve heard many horror stories about using lathes, and were quite nervous about starting this class. As it turned out, lathing was sooooo soothing and hypnotic. The mind tripping part is knowing the right angle to approach the wood with the gauge so that you don’t rip off chunks. Which I did. Many times. Le sigh.

Our wonderful teacher made sure we got a chance to experience lathing with fresh cut greenwood (apple) and seasoned dry wood (maple). I really love the greenwood because it creates those beautiful noodles whereas the dry wood spits off chunks and dust. The bowls are still curing in raw tung oil, but they’ll be ready for use soon.

Lathing technology is a pillar in the building of a civilization. I’m not just talking bowls and vases here. Think about all the wheels and the gears that needs to be created in order to make other machines to perform more complex tasks. I won’t be a professional lathe operator in my lifetime, but damn it feels good to be a little more connected to these essential life skills.

May 30
msnnews:

Here’s the frightening scene captured on camera when a twister tore through a North Dakota camp where oil field workers stay.

msnnews:

Here’s the frightening scene captured on camera when a twister tore through a North Dakota camp where oil field workers stay.

May 30
dichotomized:

Edward Mordrake was a 19th century English nobleman who had an extra face on the back of his head. According to the story, the extra face could neither eat nor speak, but it could laugh and cry. Edward begged doctors to have his ‘devil twin’ removed, because, supposedly, it whispered horrible things to him at night, but no doctor would attempt it. He committed suicide at the age of 23 by poisoning himself because he could no longer stand having to live with the face on the back of his head.

dichotomized:

Edward Mordrake was a 19th century English nobleman who had an extra face on the back of his head. According to the story, the extra face could neither eat nor speak, but it could laugh and cry. Edward begged doctors to have his ‘devil twin’ removed, because, supposedly, it whispered horrible things to him at night, but no doctor would attempt it. He committed suicide at the age of 23 by poisoning himself because he could no longer stand having to live with the face on the back of his head.

May 21

quote I swear to every heaven ever imagined,
if I hear one more dead-eyed hipster
tell me that art is dead, I will personally summon Shakespeare
from the grave so he can tell them every reason
why he wishes he were born in a time where
he could have a damn Gmail account.
The day after I taught my mother
how to send pictures over Iphone she texted
me a blurry image of our cocker spaniel ten times in a row.
Don’t you dare try to tell me that that is not beautiful.
But whatever, go ahead and choose to stay in
your backwards-hoping-all-inclusive club
while the rest of us fall in love over Skype.
Send angry letters to state representatives,
as we record the years first sunrise so
we can remember what beginning feels like when
we are inches away from the trigger.
Lock yourself away in your Antoinette castle
while eat cake and tweet to the whole universe that we did.
Hashtag you’re a pretentious ass hole.
Van Gogh would have taken 20 selflies a day.
Sylvia Plath would have texted her lovers
nothing but heart eyed emojis when she ran out of words.
Andy Warhol would have had the worlds weirdest Vine account,
and we all would have checked it every morning while we
Snap Chat our coffee orders to the people
we wish were pressed against our lips instead of lattes.
This life is spilling over with 85 year olds
rewatching JFK’s assassination and
7 year olds teaching themselves guitar over Youtube videos.
Never again do I have to be afraid of forgetting
what my fathers voice sounds like.
No longer must we sneak into our families phonebook
to look up an eating disorder hotline for our best friend.
No more must I wonder what people in Australia sound like
or how grasshoppers procreate.
I will gleefully continue to take pictures of tulips
in public parks on my cellphone
and you will continue to scoff and that is okay.
But I hope, I pray, that one day you will realize how blessed
you are to be alive in a moment where you can google search
how to say I love you in 164 different languages.

— b.e.fitzgerald (Art is a Facebook status about your winter break.)

I don’t reblog often but this is great

(via requiemandrevelation)
May 14

Loss.

requiemandrevelation:

I watched everything I loved about you dissolve,
Sitting alone through time while my flesh did crawl,
Of all things in this world left sacred,
I suffered your recanting without such merit,
I despise everything that you’ve since done,
And what hurts more is what I’ve become,
Suffice it to say, I am no more,
You’ve naught for me, decayed, you adorn.

May 09

Reblog if you will answer LITERALLY ANY anon questions.