The Math Cafe Is My Favourite Place To Work Because It Has The Best Views And Biggest Blackboards

you've heard of healing your inner child now get ready for me healing my inner undergrad by telling my students I'm proud of them and highlighting their accomplishments at every possible opportunity

Asian Royalty: 6 ruined castles across Asia, reconstructed While some centuries-old castles are still standing tall, sadly others haven’t withstood the ravages of time, war, or natural disaster quite as well. To give you an idea of what once was, Budget Direct has collaborated with a team of researchers, architects and digital CGI masters to bring six Asian castles back to life, digitally. Here’s Japan’s Hagi Castle, which was built in 1604 but sadly was dismantled in 1874: Other castles explored in the series of reconstructions are:

Alamut Castle, Alamut Valley, Iran

The Old Summer Palace, Beijing, China

Citadel of Ghazni, Ghazni, Afghanistan

Raigad Fort, Raigad, Maharashtra, India

Takeda Castle, Asago, Hyōgo, Japan

Here (1989) by Richard mcguire (raw magazine)

I forgot how magical trc is. the first book and the recorder and "is that all?" "that's all there is" and the hope and that feeling of things are starting and we're getting there and just magic. this is why I love it so much

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the one problem i have with people my age and younger is that a lot of us do not have hands on hobbies. like i have spoken to so many people my age who go to work, go to school and then fuck around on their phone/computer for hours and then ???????? like no wonder ur depressed and have low confidence in urself. u need to get ur hands on something, feed those dopamine receptors! learn how to play guitar, garden, scrapbook, fucking make model trains. i don’t give a shit, MAKE SOMETHING!!

it feels better than drugs when i finish making a thing—and then show it off or gift it.

and then so people my age say to me ‘well—i can’t draw/paint/knit/etc. like you can. my stuff would be terrible.’ yeah, well duh—a part of developing skill is sucking at something and then practicing it over and over and over again until you suck less. u’ll have a hard time feeling lonely or bored when you can’t stop thinking abt a technique you want to try or something you want to make for someone else. making things has SAVED MY LIFE. it gave me a reason to keep living day after day when i wanted to die.

making things improved my generational relationships (when i worked for the newspaper i would talk to customers abt jamming recipes or cross-stitch, one of my grandmas always gives me pattern books and tell me abt when she knitted things for mom, my other grandma is giving me a wedding quilt that HER grandma gave her 50 years ago because she knows i will appreciate it). it also got me likeminded friends who also make things.

take a ceramics class! pick up water colors, bake cakes! learn to work on cars! make soap. DO SOMETHING THAT DOESN’T INVOLVE STARING AT A SCREEN.

september by earth, wind & fire / lovers in autumn by leonid afremov / september song by jp cooper / september song by frank sinatra / darconville’s cat by alexander theroux / dominic riccitello / clamdigger by edward hopper / the great gatsby by f scott fitzgerald / olivia larson @poetbitesback​ / september affirmation (don’t be afraid) by keaton st. james @boykeats​

Listen. Do it for the aesthetic. If you want to fill an entire 20 dollar sketchbook with anatomy drawings fucling do it. If you wanna get lost in the woods and come stumbling home with a bag of dried mushrooms and bones you go goblin dude. You aren't alive to go to work and hurt!! You're alive because bumblebees bump into little flowers and dandelions only open up in the sun! You're alive because cats purr when you pet them and coffee keeps you up all night!! Do everything for the aesthetic!!

Now this is funny

“But even so, every now and then I would feel a violent stab of loneliness. The very water I drink, the very air I breathe, would feel like long, sharp needles. The pages of a book in my hands would take on the threatening metallic gleam of razor blades. I could hear the roots of loneliness creeping through me when the world was hushed at four o'clock in the morning.”

— Haruki Murakami, The Wind-Up Bird Chronicle