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If everyone in your city looked the same, practiced the same religion,  spoke only one language and had the same taste in food, music, art, television, websites and recreation, well, not only would it be a freakfest, it would be a boring freakfest, devoid of what makes places great: culture. Perhaps that’s why the most cultured places on the planet also tend to have the most diversity?

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Amber Fort Is The Best Argument Why Jaipur Is Not Just The Pink City
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Amber Fort sits like a crown atop the shallow Maota lake The facade of Amber Fort and the Ganesh Gate The courtyard The palace garden, cause way or char bagh style, is kept lush and green despite the frequent lack of water The rugged terrain leading to Jaigarh Fort. A tunnel connects the two forts The meandering walk ways, Maota lake and garden seen from above The ruins in and around the Amber Fort Centuries old mirror inlays on walls of the Mirror Palace or Sheesh Mahal glisten up until now. Five hundred years old and shining. The typical floral inlay and Indian art on the ceilings Fortified walls of the fortress depicting the traditional dome and chattri seen in typical Rajashtani architecture One of the many labyrinthine entrances in the fort The courtyard framed by a window It was a humid and cloudy afternoon The rocky knoll framed by Indian arches This lady in blue sari is one of the resident ‘photo-op’ ladies for a fee. As I took this from a distance, she did not both

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What If This Guy Liked Your Music?
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Have you ever had a song or band ruined for you? When you discover a band, and then everyone else starts to like them, they play them on the radio, and it’s no longer you’re little secret. When a friend starts to like your favourite band and always plays them when they give you a ride and annoyingly sings along to the lyrics. When a dance song you think is decent it played relentlessly EVERYWHERE, on the radio, in the shops, at the clubs, and then, the ultimate song sacrifice, in a car commercial. When the ‘wrong’ sort of people start liking the music you do. When you’re mom pokes her head in the door and says, “oh, what’s this?’ you’re immediate reaction is to turn it down, but no, “I kinda like it.” This has happened several times for me, most recently with The Black Keys, I liked them first, when they were nobodies, and now they’ve become, ugg, popular. Then there was Radiohead, when you could hear it playing in

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God save your mad parade
Second Life Shrink

I know that at least a million other bloggers will be posting this link today, but I’m hardly going to let the occasion go by without taking the chance to simultaneously state my republican sympathies and revisit my punk rock youth.

High brows and propaganda, summer lake wall, justice becomes a day old donut
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Culture ou torture
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De Yemisi Ilesanmi Ils disent que c’est la culture Je sens que c’est la torture Née une femme, une source d’oppression C’est la culture Une femme doit être opprimée Je ne dois jamais être trop moderne Ils m’entraineront simplement en arrière Je dois apprendre à être submissive Car l’homme a la force de me supprimer Pour être acceptée Je dois m’abaissée. Des repas differents je dois preparer C’est ce qui me rend spéciale Du thé, je dois faire bouillir Des gâteaux spéciaux, je dois faire cuire Le beurre, je petri Des enfants et un mari, Souvent accrochés à mon tablier je dois prendre soin Tout en affrontant la chaleur du four Je transpire, et lui jure. Eh bien, il est l’homme Et je suis juste une femme Ils célèbrent la polygamie, alors qu’ils condamnent la polyandrie Pourquoi faut-il qu’il ai tout le plaisir? Se pavaner sous le beau soleil? Avoir le statut sociale, être le chef Et garder ses nombreuses épouses? Qui prennent soin de tous ses besoins Prêtes à porter ses semences Et s

What happens at WisCon stays at WisCon. Or not.
Culturally Disoriented
Blonde Bombshell
Foreign Concept
Is World Recession Coming?
Inform The Pundits!
U.N. Makes Mubarak Tourism & Fitness Ambassador
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The First Time I Accepted Who I Was
Wingeyes Between Worlds
Greed and biology, a wind has blown the rain away, yes it can get worse
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How Pastor-Counselors Differ from Secular Counselors, by David Powlison
Grace, Glory, and Gospel Endeavor

The uniqueness of your message is easy to see. But you already know this. I won’t rehearse the unsearchable riches of Christ, or the 10,000 pertinent implications. But I do want to note the uniqueness of your message by contrast. Every counselor brings a “message”: an interpretation of problems, a theory that weighs causalities and context, a proposal for cure, a goal that defines thriving humanness. How does your message compare with their messages? Simply consider what our culture’s other counselors do not say. To discover what they do not say and what we have to say, go here.

Wilfredo Prieto – Cuba
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Wilfredo Prieto was born in 1978 (Sancti Spíritus; Cuba). He is linked to conceptual art. He moved to Havana to pursue his art studies at the famed Higher Institute of Fine Arts (ISA), graduating in 2002. He has a university diploma as a painter but he has not painted anything for the last 10 years. He admires the conceptualist Marcel Duchamp but tries to distance himself from any traditional way of making art and also tries to stay free of any particular historical or cultural, considerations that could avoid his creativity. Habana is certainly a significant point of reference and a very important focus for him. His medium keeps changing, it depends on the particular idea or the concept he is working on and he never gets attached to any way of working. Most of the time, the missing elements in Prieto’s work are obvious. In fact, in 2001, he did his most widely known work “Apolítico” with 30 flagpoles stripped of their familiar colours. This show has been shown in Ireland, Italy and Fr

CULTURE/TORTURE
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By Yemisi Ilesanmi They say it is culture I think it is torture Born a woman, a reason to be oppressed It is culture A woman must be suppressed I must never be too forward They will only drag me backward I must learn to be submissive For the man has power to be dismissive. To be accepted I must be subjected. Different meals I must prepare That’s what makes me special Teas I must make Special cakes I must bake The butter I churn amidst the patter The children and husband I pander Hanging on my apron often As I face the heat of the oven I am sweating, but he is swearing. Well, he is the man And I am just a woman They celebrate polygamy, condemn polyandry But why must he have all the fun? Have his beer belly rubbed in the sun? Have the status, be the chief And keep his many wives as chefs? Catering to his every need Ready to bear his seed While taking lovers makes me a pariah I can be stoned according to Shariah. I am a child, there goes my friend Yet I cannot see her face She is covered

Speaking the Truth in Hate
The Parallax Perspective

Two videos have gone viral showing Christians directing some shockingly hateful language towards the homosexual community. The first emerged about a week ago. On May 13, 2012, Pastor Charles Worley of Providence Road Baptist Church (Maiden, NC) joked in a sermon that gays and lesbians should die in what sounds like concentration camps. Seriously, this is his Mother’s Day message! Thank you mothers for bringing children into the world, and speaking of motherhood, it would be really funny if we put all the gays and lesbians behind an electric fence so they would die out because they can’t reproduce. Such talk is horrifyingly inappropriate anytime, but to preach such venom on Mother’s Day marks a ministry terribly imbalanced against one particular sin. A more recent video has surfaced of a very young boy singing a shocking anti-gay rant at a Pentecostal church in Greensburg, Indiana. “I know that the Bible’s right, somebody’s wrong, Romans 1 and 27, ain’t no homo gonna m

Newsflash
Foreign Concept

Since I was gone for the most part of May, lets have a little recap about what happened last month. - Fashion Icon Anna Dello Russo will be designing for HM -Vogue finally decides to bend its arm and creates a policy, or more like a ban on models that are below their ideal weight (in other words anorexic looking models). Lets see how much they actually stick to their policy. - Chanel picked a new cover girl. But guess what? Its a boy! -The Met Ball took place on May 10th in order to inaugurate the Costume Institute’s latest exhibition: Schiaparelli vs. Prada: Impossible Conversations . However I can’t decide what was more worthy of attention, the exhibition itself or the delicious outfits the guest celebrities wore to the event. Here are a few of my top picks.  Camilla Belle Thank you Lana Del Rey, for always representing us pale girls so beautifully. Golden girl Jessica Alba. Personal Fashion Muse: SJP in Valentino. Amy Adams. Anja Rubik… I guess hipbones are the new

Russia: Saturday, May 26
Here I am; there I go

On Saturday, May 26th Claudia and I were up early (7:00) even though we had the opportunity to sleep in. The day started with breakfast at the hotel and a short ride on metro to the northern part of Moscow for some geocaching.  We had a limited amount of time available since we were supposed to meet the larger group later in the day.  We spent the better part of the morning near the All-Russia Exhibition Centre and the Memorial Museum of Cosmonautics.  Unfortunately conflict between the opening time of the museum and our mid-day plans prevented us from seeing the actual museum, but we did have the chance to walk the grounds and see the park. We then rode the metro to the Western part of town to Victory Park to see the Museum of the Great Patriotic War.  The walk along the plaza stretched from the metro entrance to the museum and seemed to go on forever.  An obelisk with a statue of St. George and the Dragon at the base dominated the sky in front of the museum, which was spread across t

Battlescar Galactica
Notes from a Boy @ The Window

Battlestar Galactica artwork, Season 4, October 12, 2008. (Halil Gökdal via Flickr.com/iTunes TV). Battlestar Galactica Prologue (2003) I’m a sucker for an epic story in any form. A book, a movie, a TV series, even the occasional epic poem. It really doesn’t matter. I’m also a late bloomer, one who discovers the stuff of life late, but probably enjoys the stuff I discover more because it’s on my own time, without necessarily being part of a crowd or trend. That convergence has hit me once again, at the ripe old age of forty-two, in the form of the revisioned series Battlestar Galactica (2003, 2004-09). I had planned to watch the original miniseries for this drama when it came out in December ’03, but with so many things outside the realm of then newborn baby Noah, writing and work that year, my watching Battlestar Galactica fell to the side. I already had a lineup of shows to watch — Six Feet Under, Queer As Folk, Law & Order, CSI. I didn’t

Was I being a B?
Dreams Escape My Eyes
Pavlov’s Dogs Had it Better
DECRYPTKNIT: Knitter on the loose in Shanghai

Pavlov trained his dogs to associate the ticking of a metronome with the sudden appearance of food. Later, the dogs retired from lab work and moved to good homes with lovely children who were budding musicians. And whenever those children were forced by their tiger moms to practice with their metronomes, the dogs would slobber all over the children, in anticipation of a yummy morsel of food. (Ok, I made everything but the first sentence up.) I realized the other day, that I’ve become like Pavlov’s dogs in response to the construction noise in the apartment above ours. No, I’m not salivating! And unlike the dogs, I don’t get any tasty tidbits following my stimulus; rather my body gets tense, I feel really crabby and I want to run screaming from the apartment! It’s only one noise that they make that’s getting to me. Hammering, dropping things (and then cursing in Chinese?), and sawing are all background noises that don’t phase me in the least. Bu