A slightly dated but still completely relevant vlogbrothers rant on corporate branding.
Showed up on the facebook group today after I posted this image. It’s more than a little disturbing.
I’d like to think that I put a little bit more research into the brands of stuff I’m buying, but sometimes it’s just not my top priority. Being a consumer is frustrating and difficult. Companies force their products onto you with advertisements and leave you feeling guilty when you give in to their psychological tricks, or enraged when you fall for a trap you thought you were smart enough to avoid.
If there’s anything I’ve learned from this video, it’s that if you have money, a corporation is going to create a brand to take that money from you. It only takes a little market research to make you feel like your values are being catered to.
This is obviously a big issue and I plan on making more posts about it in the future.
So, my first ever digital painting~ It drove me crazy and I’m probably going to be adding onto it for a while but I wanted to post it before I ruined the whole thing
Cardboard Digital Camera by Ikea
Check out this strange looking digital camera made by IKEA out of cardboard. It was included as part of a press kit at an event in Europe recently, and apparently the “disposable” camera might go on sale sometime soon in IKEA stores. It uses two AA batteries and stores up to 40 photographs in the built-in memory. Images can be downloaded to your computer using the USB connection that swings out from one of the corners of the camera. (via looksfeelsworks)
“I had identified ‘money’ as a central issue in my life and wanted to make work that investigated the psychology of money.” - Moyra Davey
Photographer Moyra Davey shoots, among other things, pennies, like those pictured here. Here is an appreciation of her work in Frieze magazine; here is a small galley of her images and some videos produced by the Art Gallery of Ontario; a brief profile in The Globe & Mail; and a longer one in Triple Canopy, in which she says, “Over a period of about ten years, I stopped photographing people.”
Just something I wrote while watching spoken word poetry on youtube.
My eyes are blind but my ears can see
can see you next to me
your hand behind the pillow as it crinkles in submission and you reach out to touch my cheek and I shudder before you
so warm was your finger that it caught me off guard and my face relished every prickly sensation of your touch and all those years of nonreligion fell down like the berlin wall and I was praying for more than just your finger on my cheek
my brain felt heavy in my head as I lifted it just far enough to touch my temple to the home that houses your lungs
and I pictured molecules in my head as I heard your breathing, flickers of the oxygen and carbon dancing in my head like vague memories of old films I watched as a kid
and I touched my cold fingers to your throat, your pulse validating every daydream I’d ever had that you were here with me
my body felt more that first night than my brain ever imagined possible
and when you placed your hand on my waist I fell into a black hole and every atom in my body was spagettified and the bits of my hand I could feel ran through your hair like fish through water, the chipped silver nail polish on my fingers sparkled but there wasn’t a drop of light left in the room, it must be the glow of your eyes, my love
I gasped and hummed as the darkness lit fire to my imagination, we were on a raft far off at sea, stars in the sky and dolphins below our feet, and you took my hand in yours and dipped it into the water and kissed the salt away
but sharks started nipping at the raft and my heart beat fast as I grasped at your hand through the cotton of the sheets and when one jumped out of the water my eyes sprang open and there you were
and you whispered stories of the heavens where the greek gods lived and traced portraits of dead leaders on my shoulder blades
the house creaked as the wind blew and I morsed on your hip “I love you”
you morsed back “xflaimgb”
I kissed you anyway.