defense and defenestration

gingerhaze:

pochamarama:

The producers of the Prince of Egypt were faced with the challenge of needing to create multiple language tracks so that the film could be viewed all over the world. Dreamworks International Production located and recorded talent from all over the globe. This video demonstrates the seamless quality the entire Dreamworks crew was able to achieve.

Really, really beautiful and just another testament (no pun intended) to how well-made this movie was. Always gonna be my favorite.

thedailywhat:

Words Of Wisdom of the Day: Inspired by the acclaimed “Sagan Series,” Evan Schurr pieced together powerful statements made by world-renowned astrophysicist Neil deGrasse Tyson that serve as an alarming wake up call to a nation that has stopped dreaming and underfunded tomorrow.

[reddit.]

sob

there are many names in history, and all of them are ours: history, and why it’s for you

oh-you-better-run:

Hey, guys. This is the post that I promised to make about history, partly as a considered response to this, but as a note of warning: I am not a professional. I am a master’s student of the history of literature, film, and culture, that is true, but I am a long, long way from from being an academic. This is a personal essay; an essay about why I love history, because history shouldn’t be oppressive, even though it often has been. This post explicitly talks about almost all forms of historical oppression, so if that is something that triggers you, please don’t read this. Please let me know, too, if I have said something problematic, I am more than willing to admit that I, too, always have room to learn. (Lots of it, as it happens.) I am considering making a post as a sequel to this about people who do not like facing the realities of history, especially when represented in media, but, well. We’ll see. On with the show.

 

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thedailywhat:

Follow Up of the Day: In an update posted to his Tumblr blog, Photojojo and Jelly founder and all-around good guy Amit Gupta relays the amazing news that he has found a 10/10 matched donor and will be heading to Boston tomorrow to start the transplant process.
When last we left Amit, he had just been diagnosed with Acute Leukemia. His doctor told him he needed to find a bone marrow donor right away — no simple task for a person of South Asian descent.
Thankfully, the Internet stepped up and offered to help.
100 donor drives and countless of reblogs, tweets, and Facebook posts later, and Amit has found his match. “You all literally helped save my life,” Amit says in his post, adding “(And the lives of many others.)”
As for what happens next, he elaborates:

Tomorrow, I’ll be admitted to Dana Farber in Boston for 4-5 weeks.
First I’ll get a second Hickman line to allow direct access to my heart (for meds and for nutrients if I’m not able to eat). Over the next week, the docs blast my body with a stiff chemo cocktail to try anderadicate all traces of cancer cells. In the process, the immune system I was born with, and my body’s ability to make blood, are destroyed.
Next Friday, I get my donor’s stem cells by IV. I start onimmunosuppressants to prevent my body from rejecting them (I’ll be on them for 12-18 months). For these weeks I’ve no immune system, so I’m severely vulnerable to viruses and bacteria. My hospital room and hallway become my world.
Meanwhile, the stem cells make their way to my bone marrow and, with some luck, start producing platelets, red blood cells, and white blood cells. At this point, my blood type changes to the blood type of my donor. And my blood will now have my donor’s DNA, not my own.
This is science fiction stuff. I can hardly believe it’s even possible, and there’s lots of chances for things to go wrong. It’s frightening.

Getting back to “normal” takes time, and there are plenty of obstacles along the way. But Amit’s odds are pretty good given his age, and he knows his family and friends are there to support him every step of the way.
“A few months ago I didn’t have many options,” he says. “Today I have a plan. I am alive. I start tomorrow. Wish me luck!”
Good luck, Amit! 
[superamit.]

thedailywhat:

Follow Up of the Day: In an update posted to his Tumblr blog, Photojojo and Jelly founder and all-around good guy Amit Gupta relays the amazing news that he has found a 10/10 matched donor and will be heading to Boston tomorrow to start the transplant process.

When last we left Amit, he had just been diagnosed with Acute Leukemia. His doctor told him he needed to find a bone marrow donor right away — no simple task for a person of South Asian descent.

Thankfully, the Internet stepped up and offered to help.

100 donor drives and countless of reblogs, tweets, and Facebook posts later, and Amit has found his match. “You all literally helped save my life,” Amit says in his post, adding “(And the lives of many others.)”

As for what happens next, he elaborates:

Tomorrow, I’ll be admitted to Dana Farber in Boston for 4-5 weeks.

First I’ll get a second Hickman line to allow direct access to my heart (for meds and for nutrients if I’m not able to eat). Over the next week, the docs blast my body with a stiff chemo cocktail to try anderadicate all traces of cancer cells. In the process, the immune system I was born with, and my body’s ability to make blood, are destroyed.

Next Friday, I get my donor’s stem cells by IV. I start onimmunosuppressants to prevent my body from rejecting them (I’ll be on them for 12-18 months). For these weeks I’ve no immune system, so I’m severely vulnerable to viruses and bacteria. My hospital room and hallway become my world.

Meanwhile, the stem cells make their way to my bone marrow and, with some luck, start producing platelets, red blood cells, and white blood cells. At this point, my blood type changes to the blood type of my donor. And my blood will now have my donor’s DNA, not my own.

This is science fiction stuff. I can hardly believe it’s even possible, and there’s lots of chances for things to go wrong. It’s frightening.

Getting back to “normal” takes time, and there are plenty of obstacles along the way. But Amit’s odds are pretty good given his age, and he knows his family and friends are there to support him every step of the way.

“A few months ago I didn’t have many options,” he says. “Today I have a plan. I am alive. I start tomorrow. Wish me luck!”

Good luck, Amit! 

[superamit.]

thedailywhat:

Less Is More of the Day: Entrants in the Philips-sponsored constrained cinema competition “Tell It Your Way” were restricted to six lines of dialogue: “What is that?,” “It’s a unicorn,” “Never seen one up close before,” “Beautiful,” “Get away, get away,” and “I’m sorry.”

Keegan Wilcox’s Porcelain Unicorn, hand-picked as the Grand Prize Winner by director Ridley Scott, is making the rounds again today, and it’s certainly worth a second (and third, and fourth, and tenth) glance.

[petapixel.]

reverberatehills:

NYT: Portraits from the New York City Marriage Bureau
Yesterday was a beautiful day in New York!  I went downtown to see the scene and cheer for the newlyweds. The first couple we saw was two middle-aged men wearing matching silver vests and boutonnieres. They held up their marriage license and kissed for a long time, as dozens of people across the street cheered and passing cars honked their horns.  I didn’t even cry at my own wedding, but I cried then.
They hung around to talk to a reporter and then walked off by themselves, hand in hand, married, as the next couple came through the revolving doors to a fresh cheer from the crowd.

#resigning myself to crying over all of these

reverberatehills:

NYT: Portraits from the New York City Marriage Bureau

Yesterday was a beautiful day in New York!  I went downtown to see the scene and cheer for the newlyweds. The first couple we saw was two middle-aged men wearing matching silver vests and boutonnieres. They held up their marriage license and kissed for a long time, as dozens of people across the street cheered and passing cars honked their horns.  I didn’t even cry at my own wedding, but I cried then.

They hung around to talk to a reporter and then walked off by themselves, hand in hand, married, as the next couple came through the revolving doors to a fresh cheer from the crowd.

#resigning myself to crying over all of these

roxanneritchi:

glitterandgrit | afternoonsnoozebutton:


It’s true.

#apparently i’m a rebecca black fan #no seriously i think she’s awesome and haters can step off


… I.
looks like me too.