Fifteen Thirty Five

This does a nice job of matching the mentality of a swimmer to the image. It’s hard participating (and succeeding) at a sport that so few really understand. 

Cool underwater shots.

I’ve thought a lot about how to capture the experience of swimming on film. Not just the thoughts, but what it feels like to be in the middle of a race or on the tenth repeat of a lactic acid set. 

"A culture fixated on female thinness is not an obsession about female beauty, [it is] an obsession about female obedience."



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Lois Griffin (via fawun)

Always reblog. 

Understanding this concept is probably the only reason I know longer have weight issues. Instead of thinking that I should be thinner to look nicer, I’ve got it in my head that thinner=more compliant and over my dead body is that ever happening. 

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thenearsightedmonkey:

Dear Students,

Not required. Just badass.

Sincerely,

Professor Chewbacca

thenearsightedmonkey:

What is the Near-Sighted monkey listening to, watching and reading today?

Click on the image above to hear/see “Smells Like Teen Spirit” in American Sign Language and also witness the perfectly timed telephone ring and “hello?” in the background.

Then read….

FROM: Sign Language and the Brain

By Melissa Lee Phillips

….American Sign Language (ASL), for example, is similar to spoken languages such as English, but its meaning is transmitted in a much different way.

Spoken language tends to be processed mainly by the left cerebral hemisphere. When ASL is used, structures in both the left and right hemispheres are activated.

Moreover, spoken language appears to have a critical period when exposure to language is essential for its proper development.

When someone is not exposed to language as a child, it is likely that this person will never fully develop language abilities. Also, if this critical period for language is missed, the left side of the brain will not be devoted to language, as it is in most people.

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Fat Pants

Standing in the faculty lounge waiting for the photocopier, a colleague says, “You look so thin.”

I say, “I don’t think so.”

A second teacher says, “No, you really do.”

“I’m not sure that that’s true, but I’ll take it,” I say, grinning, knowing that I’m wearing my post-holiday ‘fat pants’ because my ‘skinny pants’ are too snug for work.  The ‘fat pants,’ ironically, hang a little loose on me, making me look thinner.

Chinny Chin Chin

I was deep in thought, stroking my chin, when I felt a protuberance. I flipped down the visor in the car while I was driving to examine it. I found not one long, thick whisker on my chinny chin chin, but two! So is that what we’re doing now? Not only do I have to pluck the hairs from my brow and lip and areoles, but now my chin too?

Taller and Wider

Walking with a few of my eighth grade students, students I have taught since the fifth grade, one turned to me and said, “You won’t believe it, but I’m taller than Piper now…and much wider.” 

I didn’t respond immediately, so she stopped Piper in her tracks and stood back to back with her, “See! I’m taller, but I’m also wider.”

And here’s where I falter. I give Skyler a come-on-now look and say “you look great.” My stomach flips. I stammer. I’ve fucked up.

Piper chimes in with, “It’s because I’m a dancer.” Piper is about as much of a dancer, as I am squid. I want to say, “No, it’s because you’re mom’s Twiggy-thin,” but instead I try to cover with something like, “we all have different bodies,” but judgment has already been passed.

…in conversation with Rachel about how swimming taught us as young girls to feel powerful in our bodies. She was saying that no matter how badly she “fails” or how desperate her attempts at self-sabotage, she knows deep down that she can not drown, that her body has trained too many hours and learned too well how to endure. There is no ocean that we can not cross.

…in conversation with Rachel about how swimming taught us as young girls to feel powerful in our bodies. She was saying that no matter how badly she “fails” or how desperate her attempts at self-sabotage, she knows deep down that she can not drown, that her body has trained too many hours and learned too well how to endure. There is no ocean that we can not cross.

The actual name of the creative writing club was Fools on the Hill.

The actual name of the creative writing club was Fools on the Hill.