me when i was an oil man
(Source: dustinehipke)
and another one.
Waste of Space
BBC — A new exhibition aims to celebrate the role Muslims played in saving Jewish lives during the Holocaust.
The Righteous Muslim Exhibition is being launched at the Board of Deputies of British Jews in Bloomsbury, central London.
Photographs of 70 Muslims who sheltered Jews during World War II will be displayed alongside stories detailing their acts of heroism.
The exhibition hopes to inspire new research into instances of collaboration between the Muslim and Jewish communities.
Yad Vashem, Israel’s official memorial to victims of the Holocaust, honours nearly 25,000 so-called “righteous persons” who risked their lives to protect the Jewish community during Nazi Germany’s reign of terror.
Some 70 Muslims have recently been added to the list. The exhibition explores their stories.
‘Empathy and cohesion’
Among the “righteous” are the Hardaga family from Bosnia who provided shelter for the Jewish Kavilio family when German forces occupied Bosnia in 1943.
Half a century later, the Hardagas were themselves saved by the Kavilios during the Bosnian Civil War.
Photograph: The Bosnian Hardaga family helped shelter a family of Jews
I wish I could go see this!
family
(via ohsoanthropological)
My experience with Dr. Hassimi Oumarou Maiga
Yesterday i went to a talk lead by Dr. Hassimi Oumara Maiga an academic from Mali who was commenting on the unraveling crisis in the north east of his country.
there were many times when i just wanted to collapse and cry. this man had a steady voice- like the click of metronom. back and forth and soothing.
his honesty made me feel nude. and his questions made me want to pull the hair out of my skin.
Dr. Hassimi charged my heart with light and warmth. as he spoke i felt his words bathing me in light and clarity. his presence commanded not just respect but love- i cant explain it.
he talked of ancient knowledge that im sure would scare most academics. he talked about the manuscripts of Timbuktu and how the “Narco- Jihadis” were intentionally destroying this source of old truths. he spoke of how the narco- jihadis were intentionally ‘correcting’ the Malian form of islam which is one of the richest and most unique cultures of Islam. on this point alone i felt like bursting into flames. i cant take it when beauty is being destroyed- especially the beauty i see in culture.
i cant possible sythesize what Dr. Hassimi articulated but i can say the following:
Dr. Hassimi spoke of the crisis our human race is experiencing. the crisis of greed. crisis of not caring.
he spoke of the power of identity.
basically he said that we cant be human until we know who we are. he also said that one cannot be human if one does not serve humanity. this notion is grounded in the Songhoy notion of “Alasal-Take” which means the process of origin- or- “the process of getting to know yourself is to SERVE HUMANITY.”
Dr. Hassimi wants you to know that we as humans have a common heritage. what heritage are we leaving the next generation? do you have thoughts of not having children becasue everything is “so fucked up?” I do all the time but Dr. Hassimi said nihilistic notions are rooted in fear. fear is rooted in not knowing who you are.
so get to know yourself (I guess in a cartesian sense) and love yourself so we can start fixing this. im ready and yesterday i realized my life needs to be dedicated to humanity.
we are all brothers and sisters- in fact we are a global family. so why dont we start acting like one?
thank you Dr. Hassimi- i love you
what i want to do:
hike, look at succulents, drink a cold ipa, eat a sandwich and an avocado, read my leisure books, look at some fauna, go to the beach, go to golden gate park.
what i dont want to do:
thesis, type, look at a computer screen, be in a climate controlled room, sit in a chair, read books on my thesis topic, read journals on my topic, look for data that supports my hypoth, edit, school anything.
ive been feeling like this since yesterday. ive come to this point where i simply cannot concentrate. so if you see me walking by please take me and ask me to go on a walk- somewhere where cars cant be heard.
i just dont care and i just want to…
Henry Brown or later known as Henry “Box” Brown was a slave who escaped his master by being shipped to Philadelphia in a BOX.
crazy and inspiring.
introspection arousing-
is there destiny?
is there a path thats meant for you exclusively?
is anything exlcusive?
ive been reading some taoist poetry and it speaks of not applying too much effort in living. just how water is slowly pulled by the inertia of its own mass (and i guess gravity but im not a physicist so idk) i guess one must allow life/our narratives to slowly evolve independent of our rationalized control mechanisms.
its hard though because i feel ive already intervened so many times in my life. ive stopped my life from spiraling into so many directions just to keep my momentum and inertia fixed on school.
i havent been water. im more like the limp twig or skinny branch that gets easily swayed by the wind. allowing itself to bend to the point of fracturing from the base of it own life source.
i wonder what ive stopped from evolving by fixing my energy on one single thing. maybe i couldve been living in another state or country by now. maybe i was meant to get a degree on life and not in academia.
ive stopped life from evolving so many times that sometimes i feel everything that constitutes my life is an inorganic piece that serves the purpose of the larger narrative (i.e., school). i feel like its all a plastic tree- like the ones you see in an office. i shouldve allowed for the life forces to collide and push me.
i shouldve allowed the flow of life to fucking flow. i didnt and i probably will never allow for anything to take me anywhere without being in firm control.
the more i live on this planet the more i realize my biggest issue is wanting to control each piece and breath unto it my ideas and forms. i dont know why im so intrusive but i just am.
G R I M E S: I don't want to have to compromise my morals in order to make a living
i don’t even listen to grimes really. but read this.
i dont know who grimes is nor do i care but these words strike a chord with how i feel/ how everyone i know feels. we can figure it out.
i dont like summer. i dont like heat. where is the fog from last night?
An analemma is the figure “8″ loop that results when one observes the position of the sun at the same time during the day over the course of a year. Due to the earth’s tilt about its axis (23.45°) and its elliptical orbit about the sun, the location of the sun is not constant from day to day when observed at the same time on each day over the course of a full year. Furthermore, this loop will be inclined at different angles depending on one’s geographical latitude.
(Source: itfeelsfeynman, via arkenciel)
