Figueroa Mountain, 2016-03-31
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Figueroa Mountain, 2016-03-31
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Dude I agree butyour username is lies
You’re on to me. The fact is, my threat to disappear on April 1 is merely the setup of an elaborate April Fool’s prank in which I’m actually here all day.
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This means no pranks of any sort, just standard blogging.
I’ve been complaining about April Fool’s on the web for pretty much the entire existence for the web. It’s so trivial to make fake (anything) online that the making of fake (anything) loses 99% of the humor/coolness/wow-factor that is the only redeeming feature of an elaborate April Fool’s prank.
It’s already a burden trying to separate truth from droll bullshit online. On April 1 it becomes an annoyingly huge burden. I tend to just take the day off and go do things IRL until the spasm of mass wankery has passed.
See you all on Saturday.
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Happy New Year!
My tribute to Vincent Van Gogh as it was in the last day of 2015, roughly 6 months after I started. After taking these pictures, I worked on it a bit more. Therefore, as 2015, this is past already.
I spent long but passionate nights reading his letters and studying his paintings (other than “Starry night”, of course) and drawings (a whole new world previously unknown to me) and uncountable days working in this mosaic, which, disappointingly, is not even half finished.
Supply problems, financial shortages and difficult decisions paralyzed me more times than I expected, but still, I am reasonably happy with the emerging result. I struggled to find bright colored tiles I could use, and so far I have used around 20 different tile types. I really hope I will be able to complete my work in the course of 2016.
I really hope you like it as well. And I hope that, some day, I will be able to see the original “Starry night”. Who knows?
Rio, 1 January 2016.
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I’ve had a really warm welcome here on Tumblr since I started this page, so here is a wallpaper, for whoever wants it. It’s 16 x 9 aspect ratio and 1280 x 720 in size. It should work for most widescreens and monitors.
Thank you to all my followers and everyone who appreciates my work!
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I’m about to be more sexually explicit than I normally am on Twitter …
This NYT story about girls and sex made me wish I’d put masturbation scenes into all my YA books. Normally my authorial lens doesn’t focus on sex, and I don’t think it HAS to or SHOULD – but girls need women to talk about sex more.
In a review for Eleanor & Park, some guy wrote that Park wasn’t a convincing 16-year-old boy because he doesn’t think about his penis enough. And I thought, one: I’m pretty sure male authors aren’t required to make male characters talk constantly about the D just to prove something. And two: It didn’t bother this guy (or the guys in the comments) AT ALL that Eleanor never thinks/talks about her CLITORIS. (Like, maybe these guys don’t know about the clitoris?) (It’s possible.) I mean, also, I think 16-year-old boys do lots of thinking/feeling above the belt. But the assumption that girls do NOTHING below theirs …
People frequently ask me whether Eleanor and Park, or Cath and Levi, or Simon and Baz have sex within their books – and the answer is no. I really want all three of those couples to be mature and ready and emotionally safe with each other before they have sex. (My headcanon.) But I also want all of those characters to feel great about sex and themselves, and to masturbate and know their own bodies … I’m really not sure how much of that I’ll ever get into a book, or what my responsibility is.
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too goddamn long? here’s my question: if you reply within the reply box to a reply someone left you, does tumblr notify them or does your reply to the reply disappear into the void? HELP ME, SCIENCE
Good question. Did you get notified of this?
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I feel similarly! I keep feeling like I should reply to people but I have nothing to say! But then I also feel like I felt like that before replies were gone and that I often just have nothing to say.
I also frequently feel like I have nothing to say. I’m happy to once again have the chance to feel that, I guess. :-)
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omg; i know, right? I find myself hesitating to use them. I think it will take a little time for me to settle back into the swing of things.
It’s an interesting experience, though: this feature that I didn’t fully appreciate when I had it, then missed SO much when it was gone, is back. And my initial reaction is meh; nice to have it back, I guess, but nbd.
My brain is ridiculous.
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WHAT THE ACTUAL WHAT?
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I feel like a month or two.
since at least the beginning of the year i think…
About 5 months, as it turns out. (I thought it had been longer.) Replies went away around the beginning of November.
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imagining rey bringing gifts back from her ‘find luke’ trip for finn really warms my heart
Rey trying to think of how she’s gonna present it to him, like,
“Finn, no big deal but I found this rock and it was so beautiful and it gave me a warm feeling that made me think of you, so… too strong. That’s way too strong.
Um… Finn, this stone symbolizes constancy through adversity and love in spite of… Still too strong, ohhhh why is this so HARD…”
In the end she flings the gemstone into his lap.
“Got you a rock.” She says.
Finn LOVES it.
I imagine her bringing him a tiny plant in a stone container from the very green places she’s been. She just sort of shoves it into his hands and says too loudly, “I BROUGHT YOU THIS.”
He needs to find a safe place to put it. He asks Poe because he has no idea what plants need. Poe helps him find a spot that gets enough light. Not easy when you live in a bunker. “You should talk to it. Water it when the soil is dry.”
“You want me to talk to a plant?” Finn suspects Poe is kidding, but Poe knows a lot. So when he’s sure no one is around, Finn talks to the curling green leaves and the velvety hairs on their stems. He carefully tests the soil to see if it needs water. Sometimes he hums a barely remembered tune. Someone must have hummed it to him when he was smaller than he can remember. A mother, an aunt, a grandmother, a sister. He might have once had all of those. He runs a calloused finger tip along a delicate green shoot. A whisper of a touch. This little plant is so full of possibilities, but he doesn’t know what will become of it. It’s small and seems fragile.
Finn doesn’t have a lot of free time, but when he needs a quiet moment he visits Rey’s plant. On a warm morning he finds it covered in tiny purple buds. The next day they open revealing white starred centers. He runs all over trying to find Rey and drags her back to see it. She’s skeptical and keeps trying to turn back because she’s busy. Nothing could be that urgent. He doesn’t let go of her hand and repeats that she must see this.
She looks at the little plant and blinks in that open-hearted, open-eyed way that someone with her experiences shouldn’t have. She looks up at Finn and grins. “I didn’t know they flowered.”
Finn grins back and he knows he looks like a goof and he doesn’t care at all. He’s the plant. Rey is water and song and sunlight.
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