dee-stroy
March 2012
34 posts
finally finished with finals, projects and late night cramming. now to relax and get ready for Mexico City.
Artists Return to Restore the Faded Glory of East LA Murals →
thinkmexican.org
It has been nearly 40 years since Ernesto de La Loza painted a lush, abstracted landscape on the side of a two-story building in a Boyle Heights housing project. He was one of several Chicano artists who turned Estrada Courts into an outdoor museum filled with vibrant murals reflecting…
To every WOC of Tumblr →
trynottorant.tumblr.com
Adopt a young WOC and focus your energy on her instead of battling these white feminists. Share the knowledge. I wrote this post to get ya’ll thinking. Now start doing something.
Pick a young WOC on Tumblr and talk to her. Educate her.
I see so many WOC upset at white feminists. And they…
“La soledad, el sentimiento y conocimiento de que uno está solo, excluido del mundo, no es una característica exclusivamente mexicana. Todos los hombres, en algún momento de sus vidas, se sienten solos. Y lo están. Vivir es separarse de lo que fuimos para acercarnos a lo que seremos en el futuro. La soledad es el hecho mas profundo de la condición humana.”
—Octavio Paz
Unmuted: You Don't Have My Vote →
innovateafrica.tumblr.com
You must have heard of the viral video created by Invisible Children (IC), a U.S. organization that has launched a one-year campaign (expires December 31, 2012) to eliminate Joseph Kony, the head of the Lord’s Resistance Army (LRA), a rebel group in Northern Uganda that has been embroiled…
“Fat people who love themselves scare the shit out of people who don’t love themselves. Even fat people who are TRYING to love themselves scare the shit out of people who can’t do the same. We force people to have to look at why they hate their bodies because we are “supposed” to hate ours and we don’t. And sometimes they have no idea what to do with that, so they act like assholes.”
—Tigress Osborn (via buttahlove)
“Sooner or later we all discover that the important moments in life are not the advertised ones, not the birthdays, the graduations, the weddings, not the great goals achieved. The real milestones are less prepossessing. They come to the door of memory unannounced, stray dogs that amble in, sniff around a bit and simply never leave. Our lives are measured by these.”
—Susan B Anthony
