latimes

latimes:

Brie Fainblit is an L.A. County high school senior who set out to make her own prom dress from scratch because her family couldn’t afford to buy one. Her material of choice is soda-can tabs, which she crocheted into a one-of-a-kind dress, along with a matching clutch and choker for herself and a vest and belt for her boyfriend James. Here they are on their way to the dance:

Brie’s project was the subject of an installment in Times reporter Nita Lelyveld’s wonderful City Beat series. Readers of the story generously donated prom shoes, jewelry, cufflinks for James, limo service for the couple and more. The day after the prom, James asked Lelyveld to pass a message along to readers who had offered help: “Please let them know how incredibly grateful we are. We are not prideful people, but they have made us feel so good.”

Photos: Katie Falkenberg / Los Angeles Times

This is pretty badass. I see a lot of photos of proms these days (Iʻm sounding old —I only graduated 6 years ago!) and it blows my mind the kind of money they spend on dresses and tuxes. One of my friends said she helped dress shop for her high school aged sister and they ended up getting something like a $400 dress. Its getting pretty ridonculous. I think my dress was under $100 (but I still considered it really expensive) for the first and last prom I ever attended, and my boyfriend just wore slacks and a collared shirt.
The other winterballs I attended, I got my dress from Macyʻs for under $50. I remember my freshman year, I wore one of my momʻs old dresses. 

Times are changing and it makes me worry what life will be like if/when I have kids. The social standards (iPhones for middle schoolers?) for kids and keeping up with the Joneses are getting a bit ridiculous.  

sowonsongchi

It was early in the morning, but he knew exactly what was happening in his chest and woke my mother to ask her to call an ambulance. Our telephone was in the living room, but before she could leave their bedroom to use it, he asked for something else. My father asked that the ambulance not use its siren.

Weeks later, when the fear of death had receded like some strange tide, my mother asked him about the siren. My father said simply that he worried it would have woken and frightened his three sleeping daughters. It is true that we were all light sleepers and that our farm was usually blanketed by the polite silence that comes from having no close neighbors, but what impossible kindness there was in my father’s request.

I have called it an act of kindness, which I think it was. It was considerate in a way I cannot begin to understand; generous in a way no one would expect, much less demand. Years later I still do not comprehend how in what very well might have been the final moments of his life, my father thought to ask for quiet so that his daughters might continue sleeping.

Kindness is like holding an ice cube in your hands. It stings, but then the cold dissolves; what at first you could barely hold becomes something you cannot let go. My father’s request for a quiet ambulance came from a man so familiar with kindness that the sting was completely gone: the ice was no longer cold, but one with the flesh.

Absolutely exquisite essay by Casey E. Cep, who recounts what her father’s heart attack taught her about kindness – a virtue that Kerouac captured beautifully and Einstein articulated so memorably.

Henry James, it turns out, was right.

Do your soul a favor and read Cep’s full essay.

(via explore-blog)

This reminds me of my own father. and is a good reminder to myself, to sit and let things go instead of letting them hurt me. Driving my brother, who just flew in last night to help us with watching our dad in the hospital, back to my place, he told me that he tends to let things go whereas our other brother and I tend to hold on to off-putting things our family members sometimes say to us. I think heʻs right, I need to let it go… And this article is right, I need to replace those hurt and angry thoughts with positive actions or inaction. 

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thelonelyscarecrow:

castiels-time-traveler:

nintendocanada:

mapsontheweb:

Map of the World by Natural Skin Color

i’m really dumbfounded that i never realized skin colour is literally just caused by being closer to or farther from the equator and the resulting sun exposure and skin darkening

actually, its an adaptation. natural selection. people with darker skin are selected for in areas near the equator, where the melanin that causes the darker color protects them from radiation and protects them from skin cancer and other health defects, and because they are healthier they can pass on that trait more. people near the poles have lighter skin because it allows them absorb more of the limited sunlight to convert to vitamin d. 

THIS IS THE THING SOME PEOPLE HATE OTHER PEOPLE OVER.Evolution of melanin levels based on geographical location.

thelonelyscarecrow:

castiels-time-traveler:

nintendocanada:

mapsontheweb:

Map of the World by Natural Skin Color

i’m really dumbfounded that i never realized skin colour is literally just caused by being closer to or farther from the equator and the resulting sun exposure and skin darkening

actually, its an adaptation. natural selection. people with darker skin are selected for in areas near the equator, where the melanin that causes the darker color protects them from radiation and protects them from skin cancer and other health defects, and because they are healthier they can pass on that trait more. people near the poles have lighter skin because it allows them absorb more of the limited sunlight to convert to vitamin d. 

THIS IS THE THING SOME PEOPLE HATE OTHER PEOPLE OVER.

Evolution of melanin levels based on geographical location.

ladygagasjs
This has been a challenging week and a half. It’s hard to watch my dad in pain and also hard to emotionally support my mom, who just recently caught a cold from the stress and from staying over in the icu for the past week. School is the last thing on my mind and I almost feel like quitting. But I know that would hurt my parents if I did so. I don’t feel the support of our family is there. My aunty (moms sister )has been a huge help cooking meals for us and visiting regularly, and my other aunty (dad’s sister in law) just flew in tonight to help and sleep over with my dad in the icu since my mom can no longer go until she gets over her cold. But other than that I don’t know. I really don’t. I don’t like to make a fuss about family dramas but it’s like little stuff that is really hurting me. Like the fact that I asked my cousin to lend her blow dryer for my mom to dry her hair before staying in the a/c room. My mom ended up returning it because she said that they made comments to her like “doesn’t Lauren have a blow dryer?” And she didn’t feel like the gesture was genuine. It hurts me. Little stuff like that. And this is coming from a cousin who tells me if there’s ANYTHING she can do, just tell her… Like my coworker always says, words matter. They don’t realize that my mom is sensitive and takes things to heart. In the end she gets hurt, and when she tells me that I try to give them the benefit of the doubt but end up feeling her pain.

Stuff like this have made me just worn down emotionally. I almost feel like telling them off to stand up for my mom. But I don’t want to cause a scene and make things worse. I just feel like I don’t even want to associate with them.

  I’m not sure about school. 
I’m just thankful there is tumblr because most of my family doesn’t read this.

This has been a challenging week and a half. It’s hard to watch my dad in pain and also hard to emotionally support my mom, who just recently caught a cold from the stress and from staying over in the icu for the past week. School is the last thing on my mind and I almost feel like quitting. But I know that would hurt my parents if I did so. I don’t feel the support of our family is there. My aunty (moms sister )has been a huge help cooking meals for us and visiting regularly, and my other aunty (dad’s sister in law) just flew in tonight to help and sleep over with my dad in the icu since my mom can no longer go until she gets over her cold. But other than that I don’t know. I really don’t. I don’t like to make a fuss about family dramas but it’s like little stuff that is really hurting me. Like the fact that I asked my cousin to lend her blow dryer for my mom to dry her hair before staying in the a/c room. My mom ended up returning it because she said that they made comments to her like “doesn’t Lauren have a blow dryer?” And she didn’t feel like the gesture was genuine. It hurts me. Little stuff like that. And this is coming from a cousin who tells me if there’s ANYTHING she can do, just tell her… Like my coworker always says, words matter. They don’t realize that my mom is sensitive and takes things to heart. In the end she gets hurt, and when she tells me that I try to give them the benefit of the doubt but end up feeling her pain.

Stuff like this have made me just worn down emotionally. I almost feel like telling them off to stand up for my mom. But I don’t want to cause a scene and make things worse. I just feel like I don’t even want to associate with them.

I’m not sure about school.
I’m just thankful there is tumblr because most of my family doesn’t read this.