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Suspended Spring Garden Inside German Shopping Mall Delights Visitors

London-based artist Rebecca Louise Law (previously featured here) has unassembled a spring garden and restructured it into a living and vibrant installation sculpture, hanging upside down in Berlin’s Bikini Berlin Mall. Donated by Tollwasblumenmachen, an associate of the Flower Council of Holland, 30,000 lush blooms hang from the ceiling, attached to copper wires and float above the audience heads- creating a unique space that fits into the modern architecture of the 1950s building.

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7 Things to Remember When You Think You’re Not Good Enough

1. THE PEOPLE YOU COMPARE YOURSELF TO COMPARE THEMSELVES TO OTHER PEOPLE TOO.

We all compare ourselves to other people, and I can assure you that the people who seem to have it all do not.

When you look at other people through a lens of compassion and understanding rather than judgment and jealousy, you are better able to see them for what they are—human beings. They are beautifully imperfect human beings going through the same universal challenges that we all go through.  

2. YOUR MIND CAN BE A VERY CONVINCING LIAR.

I saw a quote once that said, “Don’t believe everything you think.” That quote completely altered the way I react when a cruel or discouraging thought goes through my mind. Thoughts are just thoughts, and it’s unhealthy and exhausting to give so much power to the negative ones.    

3. THERE IS MORE RIGHT WITH YOU THAN WRONG WITH YOU.

This powerful reminder is inspired by one of my favorite quotes from Jon Kabat-Zinn: “Until you stop breathing, there’s more right with you than wrong with you.”

As someone who sometimes tends to zoom in on all my perceived flaws, it helps to remember that there are lots of things I like about myself too—like the fact that I’m alive and breathing and able to pave new paths whenever I choose.

4. YOU NEED LOVE THE MOST WHEN YOU FEEL YOU DESERVE IT THE LEAST.

This was a recent epiphany of mine, although I’m sure it’s been said many times before.

I find that it is most difficult to accept love and understanding from others when I’m in a state of anger, shame, anxiety, or depression. But adopting the above truth really shifted my perspective and made me realize that love is actually the greatest gift I can receive during such times. 

5. YOU HAVE TO FULLY ACCEPT AND MAKE PEACE WITH THE “NOW” BEFORE YOU CAN REACH AND FEEL SATISFIED WITH THE “LATER.”

One thing I’ve learned about making changes and reaching for the next rung on the ladder is that you cannot fully feel satisfied with where you’re going until you can accept, acknowledge, and appreciate where you are.

Embrace and make peace with where you are, and your journey toward something new will feel much more peaceful, rewarding, and satisfying.

6. FOCUS ON PROGRESS RATHER THAN PERFECTION AND ON HOW FAR YOU’VE COME RATHER THAN ON HOW FAR YOU HAVE LEFT TO GO.

One of the biggest causes of self-loathing is the hell-bent need to “get it right.” We strive for perfection and success, and when we fall short, we feel less than and worthless. What we don’t seem to realize is that striving for success and being willing to put ourselves out there is an accomplishment within itself, regardless of how many times we fail.

Instead of berating yourself for messing up and stumbling backward, give yourself a pat on the back for trying, making progress, and coming as far as you have.    

7. YOU CAN’T HATE YOUR WAY INTO LOVING YOURSELF.

Telling yourself what a failure you are won’t make you any more successful. Telling yourself you’re not living up to your full potential won’t help you reach a higher potential. Telling yourself you’re worthless and unlovable won’t make you feel any more worthy or lovable.

I know it sounds almost annoyingly simple, but the only way to achieve self-love is to love yourself—regardless of who you are and where you stand and even if you know you want to change.

You are enough just as you are. And self-love will be a little bit easier every time you remind yourself of that.

im always perplexed when i see fleeting comments about libras, geminis, and pisces being ‘fake’.

how can one be ‘fake’ if they are just expressing their traits. libras are genial, outreaching and friendly people. they also contour their personality to suit the qualities of their company. this is an unconscious archetypal blend. and they genuinely want everybody to get along. they are interested in people. if you mistake their charm for someone being ‘fake’ to your face, then you are missing out on a beautiful friend. and further, if they are concerned enough about offending you to hold back parts of themselves they think will offend you, then their big heart cannot be that ‘fake’.

geminis are mutable and multiple. again, there is an unconscious personality restructure, not so much with the surroundings as a backdrop, but more a seamless changeability where another inner self takes on the dominant role. the gemini does not wake up in the morning and think ‘oh, i’m going to put on this mask today and be this and this’… the gemini is too lazy. if they are not interested, they will likely not waste their time on someone they deem boring or not worth getting to know. their personality shifts are not ‘fake’, because deep down it can be confusing and maddening for them. each of the geminis different ‘personalities’ are quite real.

lastly we have pisces, the water mutable. this is rapid fusion into new environments and a fluid shift in expression. their ‘two faced’ reputation emanates from the two fish they are symbolized by, and each of these fish are as legitimate and real as the other. they display the expression they feel the environment needs, and again, this is an unconscious variation. pisceans can’t help but be sucked into the collective energies and reflect them like a porcelain mirror

just because a person is dynamic and adapts into new environments, does not mean they are ‘fake’. because a person happens to be multifaceted, and expresses a multitude of talents, opinions, and qualities does not mean their personality is illegitimate or they are conscious of their changeability. for these people, two or three things can be correct at once. the personality is not defined, it floats and contours. i think its kind of spectacular

To people who are reacting to the article by saying Zayn ‘betrayed’ the fans and 1D (no talk of mental health/stress coupled with talk of going solo)

Being in a different timezone every day, performing several nights a week, and recording an album while simultaneously doing 78998 types of promo is A LOT DIFFERENT than going into a studio, recording music, and choosing to restructure your career in a way that feels right to you.

He mentioned several times that this wasn’t “real” for him anyone. Stress and mental health issues manifest themselves in countless different ways. Dedicating your life to something that isn’t genuine to you (in front of a global audience and under constant scrutiny) is a very, very real reason for someone to feel like they need to make a change.

He chose to leave because he wasn’t HAPPY. He stuck it out for a lot longer than he would have liked to and I am glad that he finally chose himself. Whatever the reason. Because I am sure it is valid. 

Whether he goes solo, or we never hear from him again, I urge anyone who reads this to respect him. Give him space. Let him live. 

IT IS NEVER FAIR TO JUDGE OR BELITTLE SOMEONE ELSE’S STRUGGLE. ESPECIALLY WHEN YOU KNOW NOTHING ABOUT IT.  

So scientists have found gravitational waves, and I’d like to take the opportunity to talk to you guys about how I feel this impacts magic.

Magic is real. It is the manipulation of energies in the world. It is us these tiny, cosmic blips reaching out in the fabric of existence and imposing our will. It is atoms restructuring atoms, energy changing the flow and movement of energy. We are told so often that magic isn’t real, that these forces can’t exist, and yet we are just now finding solid proof of things that were as yet unproven. 

We knew gravity was real. Obviously we haven’t flown off the planet and into the far reaches of space. SOMETHING was doing it. It was known. We weren’t solid on the actual workings though. Now we know. Now we can see it. Now its tangible to people. 

In “olden times” healers used herbs and it was magic. And then we learned about chemical compounds and somehow decided that made it less magical. We discovered the placebo effect and decided that was less magical too, despite proving how much control we have over our own bodies. Most horrifyingly of all, we discovered celestial songs and decided it was a neat factoid and not a stunning truth of reality that stars and plants sing in the first place! Its not magic its science. Because now we have an explanation.

Bullshit

These things are magic. Today we have learned that there are waves we have never seen, that the effect of celestial bodies spiraling through the void is tangible. Stars and planets sing and give off waves that touch and effect other things. And that is magical. We tiny creatures with blood made of star dust, we are a part of this! And science has no measure yet, but perhaps one day it will. For now though, we deal with what we know, what we experience, but which cannot yet be quantified: We are magical.

Have you considered: People deserve food, shelter, and medicine whether or not they can produce profitable labor

Humans Need not Apply: How Automation will increasingly negate the need for human labor in the work force.

Basic Universal Income: Yes, the economy can survive without all people being gainfully employed. 

Imagine all the things you COULD do if you didn’t have to worry about where your next paycheck was coming from. If we can restructure our economy, technology could very easily make this a reality within our lifetimes.

This means amazing things. Wage gaps and pay gaps, the exploitation of women, the disabled, and undocumented workers, and workplace discrimination, poverty, homelessness would all drastically be reduced if Basic Income became a reality. And with increasing automation on the rise, this economic system is more needed than ever. 

Trump Casinos lost millions every single year that Donald Trump ran it (but he's still rich)

When confronted with the fact of his four bankruptcies, Donald Trump argues that he was just being a shrewd businessman, restructuring his affairs to maximize profits. But when The Donald took one of his companies public, we got an unprecedented look into his fiscal incompetence.

Trump Casinos went public in 1995; nine years later, his creditors forced the company into bankruptcy. During that time, Trump – who controlled the majority of the voting shares and served as Chairman of the Board – lost $647 million. The investors who bought into his IPO at $10/share exited with shares less than $1. In the same time, investors in Harrah’s casinos doubled their money; MGM and Starwood investorsquadrupled their money. After all, turning a profit in a casino is first and foremost a simple matter of ensuring that the odds favor the house, but even in such a brain-dead business, Trump hemorrhaged his investors’ money.

Trump is running primarily on his business acumen. Even people who accuse him of being a pathological liar and opportunist rarely take notice of his financial bumbling. Trump’s four bankruptcies cost his creditors and investors – including the small-time investors who bought into his IPO – over a billion dollars, while he walked away rich. That isn’t business acumen, it’s fraud.

Trump’s financial record reminds me of the fictional political candidate Erwin Dudley Strong, from Neal Stephenson’s underappreciated masterpiece, Interface, one of the best political novels science fiction has ever produced. There’s a great scene that sums up Strong’s rhetoric and his vulnerability to a reality check that Trump’s opponents would do well to note. It’s long, but it’s one of my favorite all-time pieces of Stephenson’s writing, and the parallels between Strong and Trump are so close that I’m also tempted to call it Stephenson’s most prescient writing, too:

“I don’t see people standing in line for a handout. I don’t see people going to court and suing other people for what they think the world owes them. I don’t see people breaking into other people’s homes and stealing things. I see people working hard in honest businesses, small businesses, and to me that is what makes America the greatest nation on earth.”

Applause.

“And I have particular respect for the small businessmen, and women - let’s not forget the women’s libbers!-” laughter “-who built these businesses, because for a number of years, I was a small businessman myself, owning and operating my own enterprise as an independent contractor.”

Eleanor could not restrain herself; standing now at the base of the podium, she spoke up. “Excuse me! Excuse me?”

Earl Strong looked down at her with a fixed, glazed smile. He noticed that she was black. Once again, he got that look on his face.

But he was older and, if not wiser, then smarter. He didn’t let it throw him off. She could see the wheels turning beneath his artificial face. She could see him having an inspiration, making a quick command decision.

“I don’t usually take questions from the audience at this point in the speech,” he said, “but some people have been saying that I only appeal to one kind of person, and I’m glad to see that a racially diverse group is here today, and I see that one of them has a comment she wants to make, and I’m very interested in hearing what she has to say. Ma'am?”

Television sound men brandished their boom microphones like fishermen on a dock waving grotesque, furry lures, competing for the attention of the only fish in the pond.

“You were saying that you were a businessman,” she said, and suddenly her voice was very loud through the amplifiers, and she realized that she didn’t have to shout anymore.

“That I was,” Strong said. But his voice didn’t come through; Eleanor had the microphones.

“You were a cable TV installer,” she said, in a normal tone of voice. She sounded good. Everyone had always said she had a good telephone voice.

“Yes, ma'am, that I was,” Strong said, shouting toward the microphones now, his voice high and strained.

“Well, a cable TV installer isn’t so much a businessman as he is a burglar with pretensions.”

Most of the crowd gasped. But a lot of them actually laughed. Not the deep forced belly laughter with which they had responded to Earl Strong’s canned jokes. It was nervous tittering, choked off in the middle, just this side of hysteria.

Earl Strong was cool. He was good. The smile on his face barely wavered. He was silent and calculating for a few moments, waiting for the laugher to die away, searching her up and down with his eyes.

“Well,” he said, “I must say that’s quite a disrespectful attitude for a woman who’s carrying a big piece of cheese in her bag that was paid for by my tax dollars.”

A smattering of belly laughs, and sparse applause. Most of the people were silent, nervously realizing that Earl Strong was verging on dangerous territory. And in the near vicinity of Eleanor, there was violent convection in the crowd. Die-hard Earl Strong supports were stepping away from her as if she was going to give them AIDS, and minicam crews and news photographers were converging on her as if she were going to make them famous.

“Well,” Eleanor said, “I would say that even showing yourself in public is pretty cheeky when you are nothing more than a pencil-neck Hitler wannabe with a face from Wal-Mart.”

This time, there was utter silence, except for a few sharp intakes of breath.

Earl Strong had gone bright red under his pancake makeup.

“Besides,” she added, “this cheese didn’t come from your tax dollars. It was bought by churchgoers who give money to support a public food bank. Have you ever been to church, Mr. Strong? Before you started running for something, that is.”

“I am a conservative Christian,” he said. “I have no qualms about saying so.”

“You have no qualms about saying anything that’ll get you elected.”

Another nervous titter from the crowd. But father away, around the fringes, a cheer went up; passing shoppers had gathered, attracted by the noise and now they were cheering her on.

“I saw you show up just now in that tacky limousine. Most of the people who ride around in that thing are used-car salesmen or silicone beauty queens. Which one are you?” she said.

“I resent the implication that there’s something wrong with the used-car trade.”

“It’s not exactly a character reference for you, Erwin Dudley Strang or whatever your name is.”

“My name is Earl Strong. And it’s an honest business like any other.”

“Oooh, Erwin Dudley Strang is giving me a lecture about how to be honest,” Eleanor said. “I know you think all black people are dishonest. Well, the only dishonest thing I’ve ever done is tell myself I had a chance to make it in a white society.”

“There we have it,” Strong said, addressing the crowd again. “The defeatist attitude that is bringing our economy down and brainwashing many minority people into thinking that they have to have affirmative action programs in order to succeed. This is a classic example of the attitude problem that prevents black people from succeeding, even where no real impediments exist.”

“I don’t have a car,” Eleanor said. “That’s a real impediment. I don’t have a job. My husband’s dead. How many more impedi­ments do I need?”

“None whatsoever,” Strong said. “That’s plenty. Why don’t you just shut up now.”

“I won’t shut up because I’m hurting you on television, and you don’t have the brains or the balls to stop me.”

A big whooo! went up from the shoppers.

Strong laughed. “Lady, I represent a political ground swell in this country that is more powerful than you can imagine. And there is nothing you can do, on or off television, to hurt me. All you do is annoy me.”

“I know that’s what you think. Ever since you took that belt sander to your face you think you’re the second coming of Ronald Reagan. You think you’re made of teflon. Well, it takes more than a simple mind and synthetic smile to be Ronald Reagan. You also have to be likable. And you aren’t any more likable than you were when you showed up at my door at 4:54 p.m. and installed my cable like some kind of a trained monkey.”

“Oh, so that’s it,” he said. “This is some kind of vendetta.” Strong looked up at the crowd, turning his face up into the light again. “This woman is upset because she gets static on her daytime soap operas.”

“No,” Eleanor said, turning around to face the crowd, “I’m upset because my son just got shot in the back for using a pay phone. And Earl Strong, this juvenile delinquent with a fifty-dollar haircut, is standing up tall and pretty telling me it’s all because I don’t have values. Well, I may be sleeping in a car and eating government surplus cheese but at least I haven’t sunk low enough to become a politician who feeds happy lies to starving children.”

“I am exactly the opposite of the kind of politician you think I am,” Earl Strong said, “I am a man of the people. A populist.”

“A populist? To you, a populist is someone who’s popular … to you, a homecoming queen is a populist. To me, a populist is someone who serves the needs of the populace. And the only thing you’ve ever done for the populace is show up late, drill holes in their houses, and hand them a big fat bill. Which is exactly what I predict you’ll do for us in the Senate.”

A high, enthusiastic screeching arose from the predominantly female shoppers gathered around the edge, whose numbers had now swelled to exceed the Strong supporters. They rattled their shopping bags, waved their fists in the air, and stomped the floor with their stylish pumps.

http://boingboing.net/2016/01/17/trump-casinos-lost-millions-ev.html

IMPORTANT FOOL'S GOLD UPDATE

hello squad!

alright here are some quick updates about the upcoming fool’s gold chapter

  • there will not be an update on friday february 13th
  • we are restructuring the rest of the story and need to outline what happens in the remaining chapters before we can write chapter 19, so we’re taking some time to get that organized before releasing the next chapter
  • WE SHOULD BE BACK ON SCHEDULE BY FRIDAY FEBRUARY 27TH

thank you so much for your continued support and understanding xo

REBLOG IF YOU WANT A VALENTINE’S MESSAGE FROM SOMEONE IN NO. 6!

Hey, No. 6 fandom! Do you know what’s going to happen on February 14th? Well, the RC blog is going to deliver Valentine’s messages from the people of No. 6 straight to your Tumblr inbox. Just reblog this post, and you’ll be put on the list of people who will get one. Who will it be from? Will it be Nezumi, Shion, Inukashi, Safu, Karan, Rikiga? What about Fennec or Elyurias? It’s a surprise!

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Love, the Restructural Committee <3

okayyyyy but post-war ron weasley 

sort of falls into the auror career and works side by side with harry

and they kick dark wizard ass and restructure the ministry

touted as heroes and all that

but too many missions, too many nightmares

he sees george struggling so much, helps him out in the shop a bit

eventually realizes that working for the ministry, being an auror, just isn’t for him

finally, finally overcomes one of his biggest struggles–managing peoples’ expectations of him, caring what they think about him and his money and his choices and his talents

gathers to courage to leave that stable career, to hand in the glory of being a famous auror, to risk disappointing his parents and just, you know, does his own thing by going into business with george

but he does it on his terms, on a temporary basis, because neither of them know if it’s going to work out long term

but it suits and he genuinely loves his job and grows close with george and they decide to make it a permanent arrangement

and ron can provide for himself and for his family, if need be, which is incredibly important to him

basically ron being self sufficient and outgrowing his insecurities and coming into his own

This award, this is not for me. This is for the real organizers all over the country. The activists, the civil rights attorneys, the struggling parents, the families, the teachers, the students, that are realizing that a system built to divide and impoverish and destroy us cannot stand if we do. It’s kind of basic mathematics, the more we learn about who we are and how we got here, the more we will mobilize. Now this is also in particular for the black women, in particular who have spent their lifetimes dedicated to nurturing everyone before themselves, we can and will do better for you. Now, what we’ve been doing is looking at the data and we know that police somehow manage to do de-escalate, disarm, and not kill white people every day. So what’s going to happen is we are going to have equal rights and justice in our country, or we will restructure their function in ours. Yesterday would’ve been young Tamir Rice’s 14th birthday. So I don’t want to hear anymore about how far we’ve come when paid public servants can pull a drive-by on a 12 year old playing alone in a park in broad daylight, killing him on television and then going home to make a sandwich. Tell Rekia Boyd how it’s so much better to live in 2012 than it is to live in 1612 or 1712…tell that to Eric Garner, tell that to Sandra Bland, tell that to Dorian Hunt…now the thing is though, all of us in here getting money, that alone isn’t going to stop this. All right, now dedicating our lives to get money just to give it right back for someone’s brand on our body, when we spent centuries praying with brands on our bodies…and now we pray to get paid for brands on our bodies. There has been no war that we have not fought and died on the front lines of, there has been no job we haven’t done, there is no tax they haven’t levied against us and we’ve paid all of them, but freedom is somehow always conditional here. “You’re free”, they keep telling us. “But she would’ve been alive if she hadn’t acted so…free.” Now freedom is always coming in the hereafter but you know what though, the hereafter is a hustle. We want it now. Let’s get a couple things straight, this is a little side note, the burden of the brutalized is not to comfort the bystander. That’s not our job, all right, stop with all that. If you have a critique for the resistance, for our resistance, then you better have an established record of critique of our oppression. If you have no interest in equal rights for black people then do not make suggestions to those who do. Sit down. We’ve been floating this country on credit for centuries yo…and we’re done watching and waiting while this invention called “whiteness” uses and abuses us, burying black people out of sight and out of mind while extracting our culture, our dollars, our entertainment, like oil, black gold, ghettoizing and demeaning our creations, then stealing them, gentrifying our genius, and then trying us on like costumes before discarding our bodies like rinds of strange fruit. The thing is though, just because we’re magic doesn’t mean we’re not real. Thank you.
—  Jesse Williams, BET awards, June 26th 2016