clitc0mmander:

woah that’s sick

(via the20s)

This guy creates images with a camera built into his van and huge silver plates treated with chemicals.

natethegreat1001:

jamesnord:

We hadn’t spoken to each other in hours. 

It had been pouring rain all day, turning the dirt roads of Battenkill into mud and putting us all into a dark and quiet place. There are times when it’s not fun, the times when you can’t feel your hands, your legs are screaming and you are not anywhere near done. There are moments when saliva mixes with vomit and you try, try not to lose that wheel in front of you, the one that is inching forward, forward, forward away from you. 

But what can you do? You shake your hands out to get the blood back in them, you get in the drops and back onto that fucking wheel and you let the suffering of the day knock against you like waves. You do this and most importantly tell yourself, “this is worth it”.

Sometimes people ask me what I think about when I am on the bike for that long and the truth is I don’t know. I guess it depends. On a day like this you think about the pain, you think about your heros and imagine themselves tempering themselves in the rain and the mud. You think about love in the form of your riding partners not making fun of you when you can’t lift your head. Shit, you think about cheeseburgers and girls, anything to take you out of the horror that you are currently living, but then even on the darkest days sometimes you think about how beautiful it is.

You lick your lips, crunching the dirt that was on your face, look down at your quivering legs and laugh because it really is beautiful. You keep your head down and attack one more time because when you think about this ride in 10 years (and you will) you want to remember that you didn’t let the darkness win, if only for a moment you didn’t let it win. 

EPIC

(via titsandtires)

Because there are people out there who buy things. People like you and me. And then something happened. Something terrible. And the way that they saw themselves…is gone. And nobody understands that. But you do. And that’s very valuable.

Don Draper persuades Peggy Olson to join him at his new advertising firm. Really compelling argument that paints Draper and Ad Men in a complex way. He suggests that one can overcome tragedy through purchasing certain products. It turns consumer culture into a form of salvation: distancing oneself from personal difficulties by placing them beneath the facade of wealth and style.

City biking photo montage

(via titsandtires)

emi

How does anyone ride on rollers without falling off?

(via titsandtires)

President Obama gave a speech in which he talked about how Springsteen has incorporated the life of regular Americans in his expansive pallette of songs and how his concerts are beyond the typical rock-and-roll concerts, how, apart from being high-energy concerts, they are “communions”. He ended the remark “while I am the president, he is The Boss”. 

From the Wikipedia page on Bruce Springsteen. What a boss.

And somewhere the stinging smell of burning leaves.

-John Fowles, The Magus

This is perhaps the most poignant image of death, destruction I’ve ever read. It’s also a killer way to end a book, seeing as its the last line.

itseemsthetiredway:

I made this in five minutes, and it’s the funniest thing I’ll ever do. Kanashii.

titsandtires:

(via Muslauf: Hydroelectric power station Avce - Fixed gear heaven)