Saturday, November 26, 2011
Wednesday, November 23, 2011
Tuesday, November 22, 2011
While Adam and Eve caused the entire fall of man by eating an apple, our prehistoric ancestors may have eaten some rotting fruit off the ground that contributed to the development of civilization as we know it. The fermented fruit contained mankind's first taste of alcohol, and mankind has yet to stop chasing the buzz.
Complex has the complete history.
Brygos Painter, A Drunk Man Vomiting While A Young Slave Holds His Forehead, 500-470 BC
Joachim Beuckelaer, Brothel, 1562
Alfredo Vilchis Roque,
Ex-voto: for delivering me from death the time i foolishly drove really drunk..., 1975
Ted Parker, Drinking Buddies, 2011
Sunday, November 20, 2011
Thursday, November 17, 2011
Wednesday, November 16, 2011
Monday, November 14, 2011
Sunday, November 13, 2011
On May 1, 1947, Evelyn McHale leapt to her death from the observation deck of the Empire State Building. A photograph of the scene, taken by Robert Wiles, appeared a couple of weeks later in Life magazine accompanied by the following caption:
On May Day, just after leaving her fiancé, 23-year-old Evelyn McHale wrote a note. 'He is much better off without me ... I wouldn't make a good wife for anybody,' ... Then she crossed it out. She went to the observation platform of the Empire State Building. Through the mist she gazed at the street, 86 floors below. Then she jumped. In her desperate determination she leaped clear of the setbacks and hit a United Nations limousine parked at the curb. Across the street photography student Robert Wiles heard an explosive crash. Just four minutes after Evelyn McHale's death Wiles got this picture of death's violence and its composure.
Thursday, November 10, 2011
An essay by Albert Einstein
"How strange is the lot of us mortals! Each of us is here for a brief sojourn; for what purpose he knows not, though he sometimes thinks he senses it. But without deeper reflection one knows from daily life that one exists for other people -- first of all for those upon whose smiles and well-being our own happiness is wholly dependent, and then for the many, unknown to us, to whose destinies we are bound by the ties of sympathy. A hundred times every day I remind myself that my inner and outer life are based on the labors of other men, living and dead, and that I must exert myself in order to give in the same measure as I have received and am still receiving...
Wednesday, November 9, 2011
Sunday, November 6, 2011
Thursday, November 3, 2011
Wednesday, November 2, 2011
"Now it will hurt, I feel it and I'm afraid of it. In a similar context of exasperation, today I accompanied a friend to do shopping, and I was really upset by the fact of counting, what I have, what remains, what I really need, to make choices while all around me I saw those sons and daughters to father, they were slamming money, without any care, in a very natural way, as if nothing had happened. Fed up being poor. I know there's people poorer than I and that's a luxury to complain about shopping with no worries... But this is a whole. I hope you don't have television, and you live far away from the advertising and TV news. Or maybe it is not so annoying there. I've got the impression they are taking us for idiots. Promoting fear, gathering nationalists herd, buying to forget, having to exist, that's the must to be “in”. Fucking mentalities. Zombie sheeps we are. I hate it."