Guildensnack

"f@*%ing secret societies, you just don't know what they do"

An Irish filmmaker named Eoghan Kidney is designing a virtual reality video game that uses an Oculus Rift headset to put the player in the shoes of Stephen Dedalus as he meanders through Dublin on June 16th, 1904. The game is currently in the development and crowdfunding stage, but it already looks pretty interesting, even psychedelic. Its title, In Ulysses: Proteus, comes from the chapter of the novel that it tackles. In it, Dedalus wanders across a desolate beach, closes his eyes, and ponders the shifting nature of reality and the disconnect between his inner self and the external world. (via Too Lazy To Read “Ulysses”? Virtual Reality Lit Game Lets You Play It | The Creators Project)

Please Help Me Pay for College!

keiraelaine:

So I’m working on a B.A. in Gender Studies and a potential B.A. in English. Right now, I’m nearly $50,000 in student loan debt, and I’m only halfway through. I had some loans to get me through my first year, but this past year, I attended school on a month-by-month basis, living in a constant state of anxiety about whether I would have to fly home (and whether I could afford to fly home) the next week or month. Luckily, my community pulled together enough to help me reduce my monthly payments to something I could afford, and I have enough to get through this coming fall term, but after that, I have almost nothing to go on. I’ll have an on-campus job, and I can get a small income donating platelets, but $1000 is too much for me to shell out every month (by that I mean I do not have the money at all, not that I don’t want to pay it). Most crowd-funding sites take 8-9% of each client’s total donations, so I’m reaching out this way because I don’t know what else to do.

My education is really, really important to me. I want to make a career out of social activism, and I have chosen not to transfer to a state school or community college because the education I’m getting at Lawrence is invaluable, and the support I have from my community of peers is fundamental to my ability to see through my education and face the world I want to make a difference in. I struggled like hell through public school to cope with not fitting well into the public education system, and the small student body individualized learning system at Lawrence is exactly what I need to succeed.

Information on how to help (with money or otherwise!) is below the cut, or you can visit the ‘College Fund’ page on my tumblr! Please reblog! I need as much help as I can get!

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Help my brilliant friend Keira to continue becoming more brilliant! (I’ll do what I can to find people outside of tumblr who can help!)

Out to a late and lovely wine night with the padres. (at Sienna Wine Bar & Small Plates)

Out to a late and lovely wine night with the padres. (at Sienna Wine Bar & Small Plates)

sxsweveryband:

Newport Folk 2014 OEB Spotlight: Pokey Lafarge – “Central Time”

 

Pairs Well With…Carolina Chocolate Drops, Shovels & Rope, Brown Bird

 

Pokey Lafarge has found such a unique crack to grow out of, continuing to find something new in something old on his 2013 self-titled LP.  Traditional folk, blues and jazz are the baseline for this timely throwback in an age of digital wonder.  Lafarge is pristinely authentic – even the recording gives the aura of a ramshackle studio paid by the hour.  This is guaranteed to kill at Newport – a hip sound that will appeal to folk veterans and their grandkids.  Pokey Lafarge is smartly booked for the main Fort Stage, 12:25 Saturday afternoon.

2013 Review: Genuine and traditional authenticity can be hard to find with so many bands reaching towards the future to define a new sound.  For Pokey LaFarge, greatness is found in the past, which he commits to both in his persona and his music.  Drawing from country and Americana traditions from the early to mid-20th century, LaFarge sounds like a love letter from the past, a novel rather than a laptop.  This “all in” approach to his traditions has a great payoff for a SXSW crowd who respects history and good music.

Chez Morrison charcuterie, featuring local cheese and delicious cured meats from around the country #yum

Chez Morrison charcuterie, featuring local cheese and delicious cured meats from around the country #yum

http://philipglasses.tumblr.com/post/92424031521/clawmage-so-far-ive-seen-southern »

clawmage:

so far i’ve seen southern, southwestern, and northeastern gothic, but nobody’s talked about how great MIDWESTERN GOTHIC could be. listen:

  • weird happenstances in fields, bloody pawprints and pressed-down cornstalks, a clump of soybeans flattened into esoteric shapes
  • small towns with big secrets multiplied by a thousand, uncanny locals with a hand for spells
  • mysterious hitchhikers with glowing eyes on the side of a dimly-lit highway
  • taking detours down a backwoods dirt road, getting entranced by the glowing lights in the thickly knotted woods (sure are a lot of fireflies out there. i’ll take a look. just for a moment.)
  • dilapidated buildings, the old falling-apart house in the empty lot at the end of the road you always avoid without knowing why. the crumbling farmhouse by your grandparent’s place in the country that calls to you when you drive past it in the dark
  • billboards proclaiming HELL IS REAL, mile upon mile of windmills that uproot themselves and rearrange in the night
  • always traveling, the significance of crossroads, staying in a shoddy old hotel advertised with a flickering neon light, surrounded by miles of pavement
  • more weird field happenstances because fields are so important. mint that can charm a village, blueberry patches with torn and dirty pieces of fine clothing in them. unnatural noises from cornfields at night, figures near it that can only be glimpsed out of the corner of your eye

rosencrunch:

hoss-some:

I can’t get over “Siúil A Rún.” I have like 10 different versions of this song. I’ve started singing it to myself in public. I’m contemplating starting a Siúil A Rún-only blog. Please send help.

this song is also taking over my life big-time

Holy hell