Interpretation: Sum up your understanding of the artist’s intent in one statement. Be able to justify your opinion with specific insights or observations from the work.
Emil Alzamora - Shift (2008)
reblog if you’re against bullying & stereo types
no one has the right to be judged.
something I came across and thought to share with you all
#KEEPINSPIRED
As a class or group answer the questions as insightfully as you can.
Austin is just so kind and inspirational. He can always say the right thing to make you feel better. I wish I could make people happy like he does.
Homemade Foosball Table of the Day: This image was posted to reddit, where commenters pretty much agree: These kids deserve admiration, not pity.
“Old School! Respect.”
The Mirror, A Journey From Childhood to Old Age In The Bathroom
Afternoon Snack: YouTube cook Hilah Cooking was bummed to learn this week that Chick-Fil-A president Jim Cathy opposes gay marriage (the fast-food chain gave $1.7 million to anti-gay groups in 2009 alone).
So Hilah whipped up a quick video that shows us how to make the chain’s fried chicken sandwich at home — with ”less sugar, less salt, and less funding for anti-human-equality organizations.”
She calls it the Chick-Fil-Gay.
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![What will make you take a stand?
Inspiration
What feelings do you have after experiencing this?
How were you made to feel this way?
What would you like to do with these feelings?
thedailywhat:
Kickass Kid of the Day: As 9-year-old Josef Miles and his mother walked around Kansas’ Washburn University campus last weekend, he noticed a group of Westboro Baptist Church members picketing as people headed to graduation ceremonies.
Josef asked mom if he could create his own sign, and promptly staged a one-man protest. His sign, written in pencil on a tiny sketchpad, read simply, “God Hates No One.”
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Kickass Kid of the Day: As 9-year-old Josef Miles and his mother walked around Kansas’ Washburn University campus last weekend, he noticed a group of Westboro Baptist Church members picketing as people headed to graduation ceremonies.
Josef asked mom if he could create his own sign, and promptly staged a one-man protest. His sign, written in pencil on a tiny sketchpad, read simply, “God Hates No One.”
npr:
This makes my stomach want to hurt. — Tanya
Good morning! Anyone eating something better than this for breakfast? Didn’t think so.
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![What difference will you make?
See-Think-Wonder
What do you see?
What do you think is going on?
What does it make you wonder?
thedailywhat:
Heartwarming Tearjerker of the Day: The sheer cliffs at the mouth of Sydney Harbor have long been a popular Australian suicide spot. But they’re about to get a lot more deadly — the local man who is credited with talking at least 160 people out of killing themselves since 1964 died this week.
Window-watcher Don Ritchie, known as the Angel of the Gap, could spot the troubled ones from his home across the street; he’d wander down to the cliff-edge and calmly ask, “Can I help you in some way?” More often then not, he could. He’d chat with them a bit, then invite them back to his place for a cup of tea.
“My ambition has always been to just get them away from the edge, to buy them time, to give them the opportunity to reflect and give them the chance to realize that things might look better the next morning,” Ritchie once said. “You just can’t sit there and watch them. You’ve got to try and save them.”
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Heartwarming Tearjerker of the Day: The sheer cliffs at the mouth of Sydney Harbor have long been a popular Australian suicide spot. But they’re about to get a lot more deadly — the local man who is credited with talking at least 160 people out of killing themselves since 1964 died this week.
Window-watcher Don Ritchie, known as the Angel of the Gap, could spot the troubled ones from his home across the street; he’d wander down to the cliff-edge and calmly ask, “Can I help you in some way?” More often then not, he could. He’d chat with them a bit, then invite them back to his place for a cup of tea.
“My ambition has always been to just get them away from the edge, to buy them time, to give them the opportunity to reflect and give them the chance to realize that things might look better the next morning,” Ritchie once said. “You just can’t sit there and watch them. You’ve got to try and save them.”
