I’m so fucking sad.
The hunters become the hunted: Indian state sanctions shooting animal poachers
A western Indian state has declared war on animal poaching by sanctioning its forest guards to shoot hunters on sight in an effort to curb rampant attacks against tigers, elephants and other wildlife.
The government in Maharashtra says injuring or killing suspected poachers will no longer be considered a crime.
According to the Wildlife Protection Society of India, 14 tigers have been killed by poachers in India so far this year — one more than for all of 2011. The tiger is considered endangered, with its habitat range shrinking more than 50 per cent in the last quarter-century and its numbers declining rapidly from the 5,000-7,000 estimated in the 1990s, according to the International Union for Conservation of Nature. (AP Photo/Corbett Tiger Reserve)
(via npr)
Heathy Loser
I’ve been jogging in the mornings, steadily going further and faster. I’ve been calorie counting, learning portion control and good food choices. Aaand I’m gaining weight. Please explain.
Outside Hire
Are you fucking kidding me? If you hire a stranger to be my boss I will fucking quit.
Idea #2
If you push the coffee table against the couch, it turns from a twin size to a full.
I am holding a giveaway contest starting today! You have a chance to win the original piece, that is shown above, which I drew for the Super Sketch event flier that is happening this Wed. the 19th. In order to win this original all you have to do is follow the intstructions below:
1. In order to “qualify” to win this piece you will need to re-blog this post.
2. Contest runs until 3 pm Wednesday.
3. Winner will then be chosen at random.
4. Once chosen you will be contacted and this piece will then be shipped directly to YOU!
About the piece above:
Untitled / graphite / 11” x 14”
*if you have any questions/comments please email me at emerald.grippa@gmail.com*
All you have to do for a chance to win this amazing piece by Emerald is REBLOG this post by 3pm on Wednesday!
I am holding a giveaway contest starting today! You have a chance to win the original piece, that is shown above, which I drew for the Super Sketch event flier that is happening this Wed. the 19th. In order to win this original all you have to do is follow the intstructions below:
1. In order to “qualify” to win this piece you will need to re-blog this post.
2. Contest runs until 3 pm Wednesday.
3. Winner will then be chosen at random.
4. Once chosen you will be contacted and this piece will then be shipped directly to YOU!
About the piece above:
Untitled / graphite / 11” x 14”
*if you have any questions/comments please email me at emerald.grippa@gmail.com*
All you have to do for a chance to win this amazing piece by Emerald is REBLOG this post by 3pm on Wednesday!
I could wear stretch pants and wait for you to come home at 5:15.
—Jan Levenson, describing my ideal life.
Abe’s
On the menu of my vegan pizzeria there will be The Party Pizza. It will weigh 6.66 pounds and if you can finish it in less than an hour you’ll win a crown.
Let it grow.
Force assimilation is never easy, but in the end you feel at home. My new place has light, it has windows and fresh air, it has doors. It’s a home. It’s not my home yet but it will be. I will hang things and I will burn incense until it is integrated with my scent. I will walk in the dark until I can navigate blindly. After a while, I will say, “I’m gonna head home” and mean it. It will be just me and my dog, like in a book.
I just had a week off from work. It didn’t go so well. Emotions ran high, there was a fucking hurricane. I resigned myself to stop loving so deeply, to stop caring at all. Which lasted, like, 2 days. And then I cried like always and now it’s back to normal. If I just put out as much love into the world as I possibly can, then maybe a small percentage of that will come back to me and hold me in its warmth.
I love my dog. I love my dude. I love my sister and brother and mother and father. I love my job. I love my bike. I love the surprise of a new temperature outside. I love Virginia. I love warm coffee and cookies. I love the kindness of friends and strangers. I love pie and stew and apples and pumpkins and sweatshirts and everything else that represents fall and I cannot fucking wait to make the best of it.
And if I start crying, which I will, at least mums are in season, and maybe someone will bring me a bouquet.
Arnica
Man I just cannot catch a fucking break.
I need stress management skills. I need communication skills. I need like $1000.
I read something in an issue of a buddhist magazine my mom sent me about how we’re all just walking around with lenses on our foreheads projecting the images we want to see onto the people and situations we encounter. If reality doesn’t match our projection, we become angry and sad and hurt. We’re not actually seeing the person in front of us, just our projection of what they should be. I think that’s pretty apt, at least for me. I don’t see my life as how it is, but how I wish it were, and am angered and frustrated with the parts of it I don’t want. Same with my family and friends.
I want to open my eyes wider and see things as they are. Accept them with patience. Satisfy myself instead of waiting for a movie ending. Fill my life with peace and joy and love instead of expectation and stress and disappointment. I will try.
