BELATED HOLIDAY GIVEAWAY!! Starts: 12/26/12 Ends: Midnight 12/31/12
Hi Everyone!
So, I just made my 604th sale on *my etsy*!! So to commemorate the event and the holidays I am giving away of some things I made!How to win:
1. “Follow” me on my blog! http://eirecrescent.tumblr.com
2. Reblog this post! (“Likes” will not enter you into the giveaway. Reblog as much as you want.)
That’s it! If you are the lucky winner, I will send you this necklace free of charge! No, shipping payment required! :DTHIS IS A WORLDWIDE GIVE-AWAY
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Other info to know:
1. The winner will be contacted via “ask” if they do not respond within 3 days someone else will be drawn!
2. Everything in this photo will be given away!
- (2) tumbled fluorite stones
- (1) Quartz
- (1) Peacock Ore Necklace
- (1) vial of Lavender
- (1) vial of Frankincense
- (3) Chinese Coins
- (1) Shell
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Final Confession of My Internet Addiction
Something seems to be slipping away. What is it? I forget. Most days the feeling is persistent: Where is it? What am I looking for? I can’t remember, so I sit on my side of the couch and put the computer on my lap, idly. Maybe if I see what everyone else is doing, I’ll remember what I’m supposed to be doing.
When I’m on the Internet, I’m reading constantly. A couple times a day I’ll read all of an article, but more often than not I’m reading 2 to 20 words at a time. Tiny, bite-sized chunks – little snacks all day. And the words are so small, physically. I realized recently (for the first time since getting an iPhone a few months ago) how much smaller the text is on a device than in a book or magazine. The difference is this thing is small and in your palm so it’s easy to just pull it really close to your face without thinking about it. I think it’s hurting my eyes, but I’ve only gotten a few headaches so far.
WHAT IS IT?
I know what one of the fading things is: my handwriting. I just had to re-write the word “handwriting” because I made an egregious, illegible cursive mistake. The thing I write most is my signature on debit card receipts, which increasingly looks like this:
(I may think mine is bad, but have you seen the handwriting of a high-schooler recently? I hate to generalize, knowing only a handful of teenagers, but their handwriting seems to be much worse.) I’ll inevitably type this up to transmit it [just dotted a “T”], because if it’s not typed, you can’t google the words in it.
I’M HUNGRY.
CHECK MY EMAIL.
A few weeks ago, I had a paranoid freak-out and deleted all the personal information on my Facebook page – my gender, age, job, marital status, likes, etc. When it came to deleting my family members (Facebook has an area where you can designate who is in your family and what their relationship is to you), I hesitated. Didn’t delete those. Maybe it is because some of these relationships “happen,” in a practical sense, more often on Facebook than in real life. Mostly what went through my mind was, “I don’t want to hurt anyone’s feelings.”
I think the purge was inspired around the time when Facebook’s stock went public [just misspelled “when”]. There was a quote circulating at that time that said something to the effect of, “Facebook is not a service. It does not seek to benefit you, it only seeks to sell you. You are the only product Facebook has ever had.” That resonated with me, but a variety of justifications prevented me from deleting my account altogether. What about the Arab Spring and Occupy Wall Street movements? Weren’t those enabled by the presence of social networks? And I’ve read a lot of interesting articles shared by my friends educating me about the world and its discontents [just misspelled “about” and “misspelled”]. I’ve been able to stay in the lives of people I rarely see who mean a lot to me and keep up with their doings. As a musician, I also have booked shows, entire tours, since increasingly I don’t have people’s email addresses or phone numbers.
(Source: johnathanroberts)
The photographs in this picture gallery may look like they been Photoshopped or assembled with dead insects, but the ants in these images are very much alive. Russian photographer Andrey Pavlov spends hours setting up fairytale scenes. He studied ants, and saw that they all follow a very specific path when they’re working. So he put his props on their trail, and photographed the insects interacting with his miniature ‘stage sets’. Pictures: ANDREY PAVLOV / CATERS NEWS
On the lonely version of love I give
