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This is what happens when your spirit animal goes feral. Half bird, half child, possibly high on agave and existential dread, this figure clutches a trident like it just got demoted from minor god to municipal mascot. Painted on a weathered door between a DHL drop-off and a bin full of mannequin legs, it doesn’t care about your rational brain. It’s sacred in the way all truly strange things are. A guardian, a warning, or a fever dream that slipped off a loading dock.
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Most Comments: #TheDollEvolves - it's been a...long year filled with change and while a lot of them at the end are existentially scary one good change was the introduction of different body types to playline barbie. Lammily & its founder raise red flags for me for several reasons but the idea itself was good and if nothing else it got mattel to get its act together and work harder. I'm so glad the initial reports of the curvys not being sold in stores was wrong and I'm so grateful to own so many of the new style of barbie. She's really coming for my wallet and I can't even be too mad LOL
Most favorites: Wishery - When thinking over what I wanted these were the ones that stood out to me most and I can proudly say that I own all but 4 of these in particular as well as one or two I never expected to like. Barbie has really turned it around and I am so here for it.
Most Views/Personal Favorite: #BetterTogether - If there's one thing that's helped me cope with the unspeakable things that continue to happen to marginalized groups - some of which I belong to - it's expressing my pain and general emotions through this medium and with dolls. I won't go into my feelings on the pending presidency - since I already have both in this photo and in the one preceding it - and instead will simply say that rather than leave the fear I feel behind (because it's appropriate) I want to instead leave how it incapacitates me. Marginalized people have to fight and fight and fight for things we should already have but if there's one comfort it's that all of us can better do so together and uplift each other in the process.
I have hope for the future but not without a realistic grip on what squaring off is to come and if nothing else I am going to adamantly and aggressively claim the happiness I deserve while doing my best to help others do the same (and that it is my most viewed for the year warms my heart as it shows me we really are all on the same page & in this together).
He had sat down under existential time pressure: Alone 1970-1972 Picasso painted two hundred images. A major exhibition in the Albertina in Vienna shows how the panic of death drove him to radical works
Da der Aufkleber auf dem Kofferraum des Autos klebte, habe ich ihn als passiv-aggressive Frage an den Hintermann verstanden. Könnte aber genausogut die oft gestellte Frage an eine mitfahrende Person sein...
As I'm sure we all know French existential philosopher Jean Paul Sartre once said 'Words are loaded pistols'. I think we can all appreciate the sentiment behind this statement as surely we've all said something we regret every once in a while. And once those words are said the pistol has been fired and there's no turning back.
This design started life as the image of existential French Jean Paul Sartre's head with his loaded pistol words alongside but as I love an earworm if I can possibly get away with it I took some inspiration from the world of music to see if I could get Cher's seminal 1989 hit 'If I could turn back time' playing unheeded in your brain.
In the song Cher utters the immortal words 'Words are like weapons, they wound sometimes' and this rang a bell in my brain as it seemed close enough to Sartre's words to make use of. Hopefully that will strike a chord in your brain and you'll be singing it all day. Mission accomplished!
Whilst we were painting it some hapless busybody decided to try and let me know that I'd misquoted Sartre but, of course, I hadn't as she had neglected to read my 'Jean Paul Sartre as paraphrased by Cher' small print graffiti. id-iom 1 - random passerby 0. Ha! In your face!
Cheers
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The more I learn about myself, the more I fear myself. I’m told I should remain neutral. A Switzerland of the mind.
Walking on foot brings you down to the very stark, naked core of existence. We travel too much in airplanes and cars. It’s an existential quality that we are losing. It’s almost like a credo of religion that we should walk.
There is, of course, something inherently romantic—if not heroic—about the extreme solitary explorer enveloped by nature. The very image of Herzog on foot recalls the iconic 19th-century paintings of Caspar David Friedrich, especially his Wanderer Above the Sea of Fog, with its lone figure staring out at the wide vista above the clouds.
'Truth itself wanders through the forests,' Herzog writes near the end. Yet here he embroiders his memories for effect: The vast swath of geography between Munich and Paris is littered with industrial towns and cities.
Once he comes out on the other end, traversing the deforested Champs-Élysées (“We were close to what they call the breath of danger”), Herzog emerges victorious.
― Of Walking in Ice: (Munich-Paris, 23 November–14 December 1974)
by Werner Herzog
Our daughter’s cat brought in this edible dormouse this morning. She retrieved it and released it back in the churchyard opposite.
"What good is a towboat without something for to to push up / down the river?" This was the existential question I asked myself today, and the answer I came up with shortly thereafter was "not very good".
So, I set about building something quite commonplace if you live near any of the major rivers of the mid-western USA: a pair of un-powered barges! (I think they usually use them for grain and silica, among other bulk goods, but here they are empty, mostly because like the towboat model I made, they have open bottoms.) These type I see a lot here in Saint Louis, and are of the modern variety... although I'm unsure how long they've been using this design, to be honest.
It seems to be two barges next to each other, but in actuality, they are one big barge. I did this because less parts are used this way. I will eventually have two of these ancillary models hooked onto my tugboat / each other with 5-long LEGO chains. (these are not in the picture)
APRIL 13, 2023 WASHINGTON DC. WORLD BANK GROUP/ INTERNATIONAL MONETARY FUND 2023 SPRING MEETINGS.
Accelerating Development in an Age of Global Crisis
The existential threat of climate change, impacts of the COVID-19 pandemic, the Russian invasion of Ukraine, persistent high inflation and increased fragility have injected volatility and uncertainty into the global economy – a reality that may continue for a while. The panel of speakers explore central questions around what it will take to address some of the most critical issues of our time including climate change, food insecurity, pandemics, and increasing fragility and poverty.
Axel van Trotsenburg, Senior Managing Director, Development Policy and Partnerships, World Bank Group; Amina Mohammed, Deputy Secretary-General, United Nations; José Antonio Ocampo, Minister of Finance and Public Credit, Colombia; Leila Benali, Minister of Energy Transition and Sustainable Development, Morocco; Ahmed Ogwell Ouma, Acting Director, Africa Centres for Disease Control and Prevention (CDC); Daniel Zelikow, Chair of the Governing Board, Development Finance Institution, J.P. Morgan. Photo: World Bank / Simone D. McCourtie
A photo Taken in The Forest between Jurmala and Jelgava just after our first vaccine shot. The Setting sun between the branches was so beautiful. Shot with a Flektogon CarlZeissJena 35mm.
Walking on foot brings you down to the very stark, naked core of existence. We travel too much in airplanes and cars. It’s an existential quality that we are losing. It’s almost like a credo of religion that we should walk.
There is, of course, something inherently romantic—if not heroic—about the extreme solitary explorer enveloped by nature. The very image of Herzog on foot recalls the iconic 19th-century paintings of Caspar David Friedrich, especially his Wanderer Above the Sea of Fog, with its lone figure staring out at the wide vista above the clouds.
'Truth itself wanders through the forests,' Herzog writes near the end. Yet here he embroiders his memories for effect: The vast swath of geography between Munich and Paris is littered with industrial towns and cities.
Once he comes out on the other end, traversing the deforested Champs-Élysées (“We were close to what they call the breath of danger”), Herzog emerges victorious.
― Of Walking in Ice: (Munich-Paris, 23 November–14 December 1974)
by Werner Herzog
Let’s go back to 1861 or 1862, a time after the initial burst of patriotism—perhaps fueled by an enthusiastic town rally and a stirring speech that prompted one to enlist, then the donning of a new uniform and receipt of weapons and equipment, studying military manuals, and endless hours of drill and instruction. The quintessential citizen-soldier in an infantry regiment was left to ponder existential questions that haunt almost every soldier who makes it onto a battlefield for the first time: How will I perform in combat? Will I find the courage to stand and fire my musket at the human beings opposite me? Will I flee? What will I do in the moment?
Willie Rexford, pictured here, answered these questions during the Peninsula Campaign, during which senior officers of his regiment, the 44th New York Infantry, mentioned him in two official reports—also known to students of the Civil War as after-action reports.
On June 27, 1862, at Gaines’ Mill, Willie and the 44th held the extreme left of the Union line. Led by Colonel James C. Rice, the 44th helped destroy bridges to delay Confederate artillery, built earthworks and abatis, and deployed skirmishers who reported enemy movements and inflicted steady losses. For hours, the 44th repulsed attacks, even as neighboring regiments gave way. When Confederates finally broke through the Union right and rear, the 44th fought fiercely from both sides of their works before being ordered to retreat. Their withdrawal under devastating fire was costly: five killed, twenty-two wounded, and twenty-nine missing. Willie numbered among those who were “specially and favorably noticed for gallant and meritorious conduct.”
Willie received the second mention for outstanding conduct just days later at Malvern Hill. The 44th held reserve positions early in the engagement before filing into a critical gap on the Union left as Confederate attacks intensified. Under heavy shelling, the regiment maintained formation and later advanced, pushing past multiple Union lines. The 44th charged to within 100 yards of the enemy, helping to break Confederate lines and capturing a battle flag marked “Seven Pines.” They held off a fresh enemy brigade until reinforcements arrived. Of the 225 men and officers engaged, the regiment lost 11 killed, 84 wounded, and four missing.
Born William Mangum Rexford in Norwich, N.Y., Willie numbered among the vast majority of American boys with no formal military education prior to his enlistment. He did, however, earn a college degree, graduating with the Class of 1860 from Union College in Schenectady, N.Y., where he also became a Theta Delta Chi fraternity brother. He then returned home and studied law in the office of his father, attorney Benjamin Franklin Rexford.
Then war came. Willie marked his 20th birthday on the same day pro-secession mobs pelted Union soldiers from the 6th Massachusetts Infantry with bricks and rocks as they marched through Baltimore. The riot turned deadly before the troops completed their trek through the city and on to Washington. Willie remained in his father’s office through the spring and early summer, watching as the nascent Confederate states established control over their territory and federal forces moved to stop the movement.
Willie could remain at home no longer after President Abraham Lincoln called for volunteers to put an end to the Southern rebellion. In early August, he enlisted as a sergeant in the “People’s Ellsworth Regiment,” organized after the death and martyrdom of Col. Elmer E. Ellsworth in May 1861, when Ellsworth hauled down a Confederate flag from the rooftop of a hotel in Alexandria, Va.
Willie is pictured here soon after his enlistment in his Zouave uniform, itself a tribute to Ellsworth, who had popularized the style before the war when he commanded the U.S. Zouave Cadets and led them on a popular drill tour through major U.S. cities. Willie appears ready for active campaigning with a cap box and Model 1840 noncommissioned officer’s sword attached to his waist belt, fastened with a Pattern 1851 eagle plate; a Model 1855 rifled-musket with bayonet; knapsack; and rolled blanket. His forage cap is marked with his company letter, D, and regimental number, 44.
This is how Willie looked when he distinguished himself in the battles of Gaines’ Mill and Malvern Hill. The praise he received in after-action reports marked him as a rising star in the regiment. In fact, his star did rise—but with other regiments.
In August 1862, about a month after Malvern Hill, Willie left the 44th to accept a captaincy in the new 114th New York Infantry, which had been raised in his hometown of Norwich and the surrounding Chenango and Madison counties. Before the end of the year, the regiment arrived in New Orleans, assigned to the Gulf Department commanded by Maj. Gen. Nathaniel P. Banks.
Willie experienced a brief tenure with the 114th. On the last day of 1862, he received a commission as major of the 131st New York Infantry, a regiment raised under the auspices of the New York City police and sent to Louisiana about the same time as the 114th. Now a senior commander, he spent the rest of the war in operations in Louisiana that included the Battle of Irish Bend and the Port Hudson Campaign, and in Virginia’s Shenandoah Valley for the battles of Opequon Creek, Fisher’s Hill, and Cedar Creek.
At the September 19, 1864, engagement at Opequon Creek, also known as the Third Battle of Winchester, federal forces led by Maj. Gen. Philip Sheridan defeated Lt. Gen. Jubal Early’s Confederates—the largest combat fought in the Shenandoah Valley during the war and the first in a series of defeats for Early’s army. The 131st, with Willie now lieutenant colonel, fought hard. Willie earned a brevet rank of colonel for his gallantry.
The 131st finished the waning months of the war in North Carolina and Georgia, where Willie served a stint as provost judge of the district of northern Georgia. The regiment mustered out of service at Savannah in July 1865.
A New York–based railroad contractor after the end of his service in 1865, Willie became involved in numerous organizations, including the American Geographical Society, the University Club, the Metropolitan Museum of Art, the Union College Alumni, the Phi Beta Kappa Society, the Engineers’ Club, and the Loyal Legion.
In 1897, more than three decades after the close of the war, veterans of the 131st held their first reunion at the Union League Club in New York City. Three of the regiment’s field officers attended—colonel and brevet brigadier general Nicholas W. Day, Maj. Augustus C. Tate, and Willie—as well as its brigade commander, colonel and brevet major general Edward L. Molineux. A newspaper report described the event: “In pleasant, informal addresses Gen. Molineux, Gen. Day, Col. Rexford and Major Tate recalled scenes of the ‘Louisiana lowlands, low,’ of Port Hudson, Bisland, of Winchester and Cedar Creek, and memories were stirred by the battle and camp pictures. It was late when the old veterans separated, determined that hereafter they must meet more frequently.”
Five years later, on a July morning in 1902, Willie collapsed after returning to his residence from a long walk and never regained consciousness. He was 61 years old and unmarried.
One admirer left behind an observation that might serve as Willie’s finest tribute: “Colonel Rexford is a true type of an American soldier; brave, cool, and determined. His promotions were fairly earned, and his service reflects great credit on himself and friends.”