Beffa Pierce
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John Singer Sargent - The Daughters of Edward Darley Boit (1882)

Okay, so this painting. My mother has always been a big fan of John Singer Sargent, and we’ve always had a print of this painting hanging in our house. I don’t remember where we had it hanging in our previous homes, but in my parents’ current house, it hangs in the front hallway when you first walk in. The hallway is less well lit than the rest of the house, and I remember often thinking that the dim lighting of the hallway was appropriate for the dim lighting of the painting. I remember thinking as a kid that the painting was kind of creepy, with the dark emptiness of the room behind the girls, the way the two girls in the back start to disappear into the darkness. I think that, when I was young, I didn’t like it. It has a tense, almost anxious quality to it. But I don’t doubt that growing up with this painting on the wall, and the book of Sargent paintings that sat on our coffee table which I often perused (along with the book of the contrastingly sugary-sweet and humorous paintings of Norman Rockwell) fed and shaped my love for art when I was young. I’ve grown up to have a drastically different taste in art than my mother - Robert Rauschenberg is my favorite artist of all time and still remember standing in awe of his white paintings before I even knew who he was, and I have a lot of respect for performance artists like Marina Abramovich and Yoko Ono, and I love the color field paintings of Mark Rothko and Helen Frankenthaller, and I believe that Ai Weiwei is the by far the most important artist that is living today, and my favorite living painter is Erik Jones, and Richard Serra is my favorite sculptor because of the necessarily interactive quality of his installation work. But I still get mildly nostalgic when I see this painting. I think that, because I grew up with it and saw it when I was young, I subconsciously associated myself with the young girls in the painting. I think I felt like this painting was a picture of myself and my sister. So, though I don’t share my mother’s taste or her passion of Sargent, this painting holds a special place in my life and my history. It’s important to me.

Aaaaand… the only thing I thought of when seeing this painting as a kid was HOLY FUCK THAT’S CREEPY.

raychleadele:

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John Singer SargentThe Daughters of Edward Darley Boit (1882)

Okay, so this painting. My mother has always been a big fan of John Singer Sargent, and we’ve always had a print of this painting hanging in our house. I don’t remember where we had it hanging in our previous homes, but in my parents’ current house, it hangs in the front hallway when you first walk in. The hallway is less well lit than the rest of the house, and I remember often thinking that the dim lighting of the hallway was appropriate for the dim lighting of the painting. I remember thinking as a kid that the painting was kind of creepy, with the dark emptiness of the room behind the girls, the way the two girls in the back start to disappear into the darkness. I think that, when I was young, I didn’t like it. It has a tense, almost anxious quality to it. But I don’t doubt that growing up with this painting on the wall, and the book of Sargent paintings that sat on our coffee table which I often perused (along with the book of the contrastingly sugary-sweet and humorous paintings of Norman Rockwell) fed and shaped my love for art when I was young. I’ve grown up to have a drastically different taste in art than my mother - Robert Rauschenberg is my favorite artist of all time and still remember standing in awe of his white paintings before I even knew who he was, and I have a lot of respect for performance artists like Marina Abramovich and Yoko Ono, and I love the color field paintings of Mark Rothko and Helen Frankenthaller, and I believe that Ai Weiwei is the by far the most important artist that is living today, and my favorite living painter is Erik Jones, and Richard Serra is my favorite sculptor because of the necessarily interactive quality of his installation work. But I still get mildly nostalgic when I see this painting. I think that, because I grew up with it and saw it when I was young, I subconsciously associated myself with the young girls in the painting. I think I felt like this painting was a picture of myself and my sister. So, though I don’t share my mother’s taste or her passion of Sargent, this painting holds a special place in my life and my history. It’s important to me.

Aaaaand… the only thing I thought of when seeing this painting as a kid was HOLY FUCK THAT’S CREEPY.

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Being good to each other is so important, guys.

This did not end the way I expected but I don’t know why I expected anything less.

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Emboldened ISIS Barbarically Slaughtering Christians In Iraq as Obama Plays Golf

The Christian genocide taking place in the Middle East currently has reached alarming levels. Last week, the jihadist terrorist group ISIS, which means the Islamic State of Iraq and Syria – although it is unrecognized as a nation – took over Qaraqosh, the largest Christian town in Iraq, warning Christians to “leave, convert or die.” They are systematically beheading children. It is a part of an unprecedented, recent effort by the ISIS to extinguish Christians from northern Iraq. In 2003, there were about 1.5 million Christians in Iraq. After the Iraq War, that number dropped to as low as 200,000.

ISIS captured Mosul in June, so Christians there fled to Qaraqosh, population 50,000. ISIS warned Christians in Mosul to leave by July 19th. The houses of Christians in Mosul were painted with the letter “N,” meaning Nasare, the Muslim word for Christians, which comes from Nazareth, Jesus’s hometown. Their property was confiscated, including jewelry and wedding rings – sometimes chopping off their fingers to get them. Their churches were bombed, which has been caught on video. Catholic Online has compiled some of the more graphic photos of the barbaric, torturous executions. Many Christians were crucified due to the humiliation of Christ’s crucifixion. There are reportedly no Christians left in Mosul.

Within the past few months, ISIS has taken over Fallujah, Tikrit, and Tel Afar in northern Iraq. Composed of radical Sunni Muslims, ISIS is also terrorizing Shia and some Kurdish Muslims. Besides eradicating Christians, its goals include removing the Shia Muslim population. Next, it is going after certain Kurdish Muslims, marching toward Erbil, the Kurdish capital of Iraq.

"All I hear is silence,” says Father George, an Assyrian priest struggling to take care of 40 families that have registered at his church so far. “Where are the States? Where is the UN? Until now, they have done nothing!” This is all happening because the U.S. and others have backed away. If a Republican had been in the Oval Office instead of Obama, these killings would have been drastically halted.

Dick and Lynne Cheney wrote, “On a trip to the Middle East this spring, we heard a constant refrain in capitals from the Persian Gulf to Israel, ‘Can you please explain what your president is doing?’ ‘Why is he walking away?’ ‘Why is he so blithely sacrificing the hard fought gains you secured in Iraq?’ ‘Why is he abandoning your friends?’ ‘Why is he doing deals with your enemies?’”

Instead, in January, Obama joked about ISIS, analogizing it to a junior varsity basketball team. ISIS is considered the successor to al Qaeda, and it doesn’t appear to be any less bloodthirsty than al Qaeda. In fact, the opposite is true. Al Qaeda disavowed any ties with ISIS in February, citing its barbaric methods. As did al Qaeda, ISIS emerged from the Muslim Brotherhood. Its goal is to establish a totalitarian Islamic theocracy with sharia law, and remove all borders between Middle Eastern countries.

ISIS is very savvy with technology. Its social media capabilities have been described as “probably more sophisticated than [that of] most US companies.” It has more assets than any jihadist group in the world, with assets worth $2 billion. About three quarters of this was reportedly seized from capturing Mosul, much of it stolen from banks. Other income comes from extorting truck drivers and threatening to blow up businesses.

ISIS continues to capture and use weapons, including surface-to-air Stinger missiles, M198 Howitzers, DShK guns mounted on trucks, anti-aircraft guns, self-propelled guns and at least one Scud missile. In Mosul, it seized UH-60 Blackhawk helicopters and nuclear materials.

Finally, on Thursday, Obama authorized air strikes. At the same time, he said U.S. combat troops would not return. “As commander in chief, I will not allow the United States to be drawn into fighting another war in Iraq,” Obama said. Fortunately, several countries, including France, are allowing asylum to fleeing Christians and non-Sunni Muslims.

So much for Obama claiming he ended the war in Iraq and took out al Qaeda’s bin Laden. You can win the war thanks to your predecessors’ aggressive approach, but lose everything later by disengaging and sending the terrorists mixed messages.

This is the beginning of the end for Christians in the Middle East. Christians know it; the Bible predicts things will get worse for Christians and Jews toward the end times, not better. Andrew White, Anglican Vicar in Baghdad, said: “It looks as if the end could be very near” for Christians in Iraq.

The fact that ISIS cannot get along with Shia and some Kurdish Muslims speaks volumes. Christians get along with hundreds, if not thousands, of different denominations today without killing each other by the thousands. Radical Islam is a drastic threat today to Christians, Jews and other less radical Muslims, and until it can be contained, the brutality is just going to increase.

Where is America in all of this? Has our own moral relativism deadened us to the difference between good and evil, so that we no longer distinguish between them, and no longer respond? As it says in Lamentations 1:12, “Is it nothing to you, all you that pass by?” When Obama blithely pulled out of Iraq, refusing to give aid to the Kurds (who are now providing refuge for the “least of these” Christians), and left everything in the hands of an unpopular, weak Prime Minister Malaki, he left the minority Christians with no protection. A few air strikes will have little effect on a threat this serious. ISIS has become emboldened, and has specifically said it intends to continue conquering. Who will it torture and murder next, U.S. embassies in the Middle East? Adjoining European countries, precipitating the next World War?

Let me talk about this. ISIS is doing this to about EVERYONE who doesn’t support them. The leader has literally declared himself the Caliph, which technically means, if you recognize him as such, Muslims MUST fight for him. It’s fucked up and, until recently, Maliki wasn’t doing anything about it. This is the same Maliki who the US ~supported~ as prime minister, continued to support as his public approval fell to basically 0, and insiders advised the president against it. It’s terrifying because I went to a talk with a Commandant of the Marines who was present during the removal of American troops and all he really has to say about it was, “We had so much hope.” And this isn’t just in Iraq.
Here’s a great article just to realize how huge they really are.

http://m.huffpost.com/us/entry/5659239

Read it.

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where the hell are all the notes

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Some people think God does not like to be troubled with our constant coming and asking. The way to trouble God is not to come at all.

alanmorlock:

Guardians of the Galaxy (1995)

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Children’s gender roles as imposed on adults. Very ,very, very well done.

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Whenever you’re going through a bad day just remember, your track record for getting through bad days, so far, is 100%; and that’s pretty damn good.

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Dress Smartly, 1956 - By Mildred G. Ryan.

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IT’S BACK!

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First image from the upcoming Justice League movie.

God I hope so.

raychleadele:

megazeo:

First image from the upcoming Justice League movie.

God I hope so.

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// I know this is long, but I think it’s important.//

raychleadele:

So I work at a CVS/Pharmacy as a cashier. I’m not actually on the pharmacy end of business, so I’m no expert on lots of the stuff we sell, I just stock the shelves and sell stuff. But I do get a lot of interesting customers, and I want to tell you about one I met yesterday.

As I’m working my usual evening shift, a teenage girl and her younger brother, probably about 10, both come in with slurpees from the gas station down the street. I greet them and they go off shopping, and I think nothing of it. I go back to work in the aisles doing whatever boring task I had been working on before. 

A bit later, she comes up to me with a box of pills I’m not familiar with. “Do you know if you have to be a certain age to buy these?” she asks me. I told her I wasn’t sure, but I could find out, so I took them up to the register to scan them, and sure enough, I got the popup asking for an ID for restricted items. I told her yes, she had to be eighteen to purchase them, and she said, “Yeah, I’m only sixteen.” She thanked me for checking, then even though she didn’t have to, took them back to return them to the shelf herself.

Thing was, even though I hadn’t looked very closely at the box and couldn’t even tell you what the product was called, I was almost completely sure that they were weight loss supplements. That did not sit well with me at all. I always feel uncomfortable selling those to customers no matter their age, because I’m of the belief that there isn’t one that works as well as it claims or is completely healthy for your body, but this was different. She wasn’t what you would call skinny, but she was in no way what any sane person would call overweight. She was a healthy size, and lovely too, and for her to be so young and so concerned about her weight that she would try to buy weight loss pills at the age of 16 really bothered me.

She and her brother wandered the store for a while longer, but I bumped into her again before they left, and I’m glad I did. I won’t lie, I was really nervous about approaching her - I’m not good at talking to people I do know, forget about talking to people I don’t, even if they are eight years younger than me. But I felt really strongly about making sure I said something, so I walked up to her.

"Hey, that thing you had me check earlier, those were weight loss pills weren’t they?" She looked a little embarrassed, and said yes they were. "Look, I just really want to say this, I think it’s really important that you know - you don’t need to lose weight. You’re beautiful." She laughed in that awkward way people [girls] do when they receive a compliment that they don’t agree with and don’t know how to react, and she said thank you, and it was really nice of me to say so. 

I could have left it there, but I pushed it. (And I’d rehearsed all these words before I approached her, because I do that. I practice conversations before having them, sometimes days in advance.) “I mean it. You don’t need to lose weight. What you do need is to learn to love your body as it is.”

"I know," she said, "it would just make me feel better."

That broke my heart. “I understand feeling that way,” I told her. “Every woman does. And I know it’s hard, it’s something I still struggle to do every day, but if you don’t learn to love your body now, you’ll never love it no matter what your weight.”

I had to leave the conversation then to help another customer, but I was so full of emotion for this girl that I had to fight back tears as I rung people up at the cash register. I know she didn’t know me, and I don’t even know her name, but I felt so full of intense love for that girl at that moment, and I hope what I said meant something. I know she won’t suddenly love herself overnight because of what I said, it doesn’t work like that, but I hope that she listened. I hope that she heard. I hope that, when she went home that night, she stood in front of a mirror and really reevaluated her image of herself and her attitude towards her body. I hope that, if she hasn’t already, she’ll find some of the body positive blogs out there and really take to heart what they say. I hope that she learns to realize that she is beautiful. I hope that she learns to love herself, and I hope that she passes all these things on to her friends, her sisters, her daughters. And I hope that I can do that, too.

I think I need one…

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A library is a miracle. A place where you can learn just about anything, for free. A place where your mind can come alive.
The World’s Strongest Librarian: A Memoir of Tourette’s, Faith, Strength, and the Power of Family by Josh Hanagarne (via seattlebooks)

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