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"It turns out procrastination is not typically a function of laziness, apathy or work ethic as it is..."

Mon, 20 May 2013 00:07:50 +0100

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It turns out procrastination is not typically a function of laziness, apathy or work ethic as it is often regarded to be. It’s a neurotic self-defense behavior that develops to protect a person’s sense of self-worth.

You see, procrastinators tend to be people who have, for whatever reason, developed to perceive an unusually strong association between their performance and their value as a person. This makes failure or criticism disproportionately painful, which leads naturally to hesitancy when it comes to the prospect of doing anything that reflects their ability — which is pretty much everything.

But in real life, you can’t avoid doing things. We have to earn a living, do our taxes, have difficult conversations sometimes. Human life requires confronting uncertainty and risk, so pressure mounts. Procrastination gives a person a temporary hit of relief from this pressure of “having to do” things, which is a self-rewarding behavior. So it continues and becomes the normal way to respond to these pressures.

Particularly prone to serious procrastination problems are children who grew up with unusually high expectations placed on them. Their older siblings may have been high achievers, leaving big shoes to fill, or their parents may have had neurotic and inhuman expectations of their own, or else they exhibited exceptional talents early on, and thereafter “average” performances were met with concern and suspicion from parents and teachers.

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- David Cain, “Procrastination Is Not Laziness” (via lilywhite-electricblue)

I’m a really bad procrastinator.

(via thelingerieaddict)

"The big secret about the golden age of “male providers” is that it never existed. First,..."

Thu, 16 May 2013 19:55:11 +0100

“The big secret about the golden age of “male providers” is that it never existed. First, women have always worked. Second, and just as importantly, there have always been men who were too poor, too queer, too sensitive, too disabled, too compassionate or simply too clever to submit to whatever model of “masculinity” society relied upon to keep its wars fought and its factories staffed. “Traditional masculinity”, like “traditional femininity”, is a form of social control, and seeking to reassert that control is no answer to a generation of young men who are quietly drowning in a world that doesn’t seem to want them.”

- We need to talk about masculinity | Laurie Penny | Comment is free | The Guardian

"Maligned as a bunch of shiftless, tech-addled children raised to think they’d all get trophies,..."

Sat, 11 May 2013 11:36:24 +0100

“Maligned as a bunch of shiftless, tech-addled children raised to think they’d all get trophies, Millennials are trying to build careers out of the ruins of a job market. Amid a group that’s supposed to be a bunch of entitled kids, all I see around me are young people juggling multiple jobs and unpaid internships while trying to blot their (trigger warning!) student debt from their minds.”

- Matt Bors, Millenials Aren’t Lazy: They’re Fucked (via stoweboyd)

bluedogeyes: Black Phoenix Project (via Art of Vitaly...

Fri, 10 May 2013 12:41:44 +0100

bluedogeyes:

Black Phoenix Project (via Art of Vitaly Bulgarov)

“Black Phoenix is a fictional military corporation that manufactures robots in a not-so-distant future. The idea is creating an album that would be full of designs that could represent a whole line of products from utility and semi-civilian drones to multi-purpose mobile weaponry systems and vehicles.

Black Phoenix Project is a collaboration with photographer Maria Skotnikova who is responsible for creating HDR Environment Maps that I used as lighting source as well as backplates. Visit Maria’s website here.”

wolvensnothere: jeremyloverobsessedmoi: nuwanda13: irefusetobe...

Mon, 06 May 2013 18:13:56 +0100

wolvensnothere:

jeremyloverobsessedmoi:

nuwanda13:

irefusetobedefined:

ddowney:

i’m just gonna leave this here as a reminder that “hitting bottom” doesn’t mean “staying on bottom for the rest of your life and dying as a piece of crap”

I will never, ever, not reblog this.

*huggles RDJ* Anyone on here who loves him, someone posted an amazing story about him when he was younger. I wish knew where the link was so I could share it. Instead, it’s just cut and pasted below. If I find the link, I’ll replace it with that.

I will also say that I have read this several times now and it still makes me cry.

“True story: His Name is Robert Downey Jr.” by Dana Reinhardt

I’m willing to go out on a limb here and guess that most stories of kindness do not begin with drug addicted celebrity bad boys.

    Mine does.

    His name is Robert Downey Jr.

    You’ve probably heard of him. You may or may not be a fan, but I am, and I was in the early 90’s when this story takes place.

    It was at a garden party for the ACLU of Southern California. My stepmother was the executive director, which is why I was in attendance without having to pay the $150 fee. It’s not that I don’t support the ACLU, it’s that I was barely twenty and had no money to speak of.

    I was escorting my grandmother. There isn’t enough room in this essay to explain to you everything she was, I would need volumes, so for the sake of brevity I will tell you that she was beautiful even in her eighties, vain as the day is long, and whip smart, though her particular sort of intelligence did not encompass recognizing young celebrities.

    I pointed out Robert Downey Jr. to her when he arrived, in a gorgeous cream-colored linen suit, with Sarah Jessica Parker on his arm. My grandmother shrugged, far more interested in piling her paper plate with various unidentifiable cheeses cut into cubes. He wasn’t Carey Grant or Gregory Peck. What did she care?

    The afternoon’s main honoree was Ron Kovic, whose story of his time in the Vietnam War that had left him confined to a wheelchair had recently been immortalized in the Oliver Stone film Born on the Fourth of July.

    I mention the wheelchair because it played an unwitting role in what happened next.

    We made our way to our folding chairs in the garden with our paper plates and cubed cheeses and we watched my stepmother give one of her eloquent speeches and a plea for donations, and there must have been a few other people who spoke but I can’t remember who, and then Ron Kovic took the podium, and he was mesmerizing, and when it was all over we stood up to leave, and my grandmother tripped.

    We’d been sitting in the front row (nepotism has its privileges) and when she tripped she fell smack into the wheelchair ramp that provided Ron Kovic with access to the stage. I didn’t know that wheelchair ramps have sharp edges, but they do, at least this one did, and it sliced her shin right open.

    The volume of blood was staggering.

    I’d like to be able to tell you that I raced into action; that I quickly took control of the situation, tending to my grandmother and calling for the ambulance that was so obviously needed, but I didn’t. I sat down and put my head between my knees because I thought I was going to faint. Did I mention the blood?

    Luckily, somebody did take control of the situation, and that person was Robert Downey Jr.

    He ordered someone to call an ambulance. Another to bring a glass of water. Another to fetch a blanket. He took off his gorgeous linen jacket and he rolled up his sleeves and he grabbed hold of my grandmother’s leg, and then he took that jacket that I’d assumed he’d taken off only to it keep out of the way, and he tied it around her wound. I watched the cream colored linen turn scarlet with her blood.

    He told her not to worry. He told her it would be alright. He knew, instinctively, how to speak to her, how to distract her, how to play to her vanity. He held onto her calf and he whistled. He told her how stunning her legs were.

    She said to him, to my humiliation: “My granddaughter tells me you’re a famous actor but I’ve never heard of you.”

    He stayed with her until the ambulance came and then he walked alongside the stretcher holding her hand and telling her she was breaking his heart by leaving the party so early, just as they were getting to know each other. He waved to her as they closed the doors. “Don’t forget to call me, Silvia,” he said. “We’ll do lunch.”

    He was a movie star, after all.

    Believe it or not, I hurried into the ambulance without saying a word. I was too embarrassed and too shy to thank him.

    We all have things we wish we’d said. Moments we’d like to return to and do differently. Rarely do we get that chance to make up for those times that words failed us. But I did. Many years later.

    I should mention here that when Robert Downey Jr. was in prison for being a drug addict (which strikes me as absurd and cruel, but that’s the topic for a different essay), I thought of writing to him. Of reminding him of that day when he was humanity personified. When he was the best of what we each can be. When he was the kindest of strangers.

    But I didn’t.

    Some fifteen years after that garden party, ten years after my grandmother had died and five since he’d been released from prison, I saw him in a restaurant.

    I grew up in Los Angeles where celebrity sightings are commonplace and where I was raised to respect people’s privacy and never bother someone while they’re out having a meal, but on this day I decided to abandon the code of the native Angeleno, and my own shyness, and I approached his table.

    I said to him, “I don’t have any idea if you remember this…” and I told him the story.

    He remembered.

    “I just wanted to thank you,” I said. “And I wanted to tell you that it was simply the kindest act I’ve ever witnessed.”

    He stood up and he took both of my hands in his and he looked into my eyes and he said, “You have absolutely no idea how much I needed to hear that today.”

OH MY GOD………………………..

reblog forever

Currently rewatching Iron Man and editing a conversation about Iron Man Three. Then this comes up? Yeah, decent Sunday.

sexsavestheday: I would so slam on the brakes if I saw this...

Mon, 06 May 2013 00:10:24 +0100

sexsavestheday:

I would so slam on the brakes if I saw this sign.

mattfractionblog: thumbcramps: hi guys! this is a comic i made...

Sun, 05 May 2013 09:28:16 +0100

mattfractionblog:

thumbcramps:

hi guys! this is a comic i made for a final in my comics in literature class. we had to do a research paper on a topic we’d discussed in class and then accompany it with a comic with a relevant subject. my paper was about hyper-sexualization of women in comic books, but i decided to broaden it out here as well as personalize it and make myself the subject and discuss something i’ve been subjected to in the convention circuit and on the internet as well as thousands of other women, as well as give a cue to thought about how the comic book industry as well as the video game industry and even just media in general (all of which are male dominated) push such ridiculous pressures onto girls and women.

also, it feels kind of silly to have to add this since i hope it’s obvious, but i am very aware that there are men that don’t subscribe to this attitude, and am incredibly grateful that these issues are brought to light to people other than the ones that are subjected to it.

anyway haha i have literally been staring at this for 9 hours i don’t even know which direction is up anymore. thanks for reading!!!

Fantastic.

brucesterling: http://www.flickr.com/photos/nextconference/86744...

Tue, 30 Apr 2013 11:28:51 +0100

brucesterling:

http://www.flickr.com/photos/nextconference/8674435195/

Dear Tumblr user-base:

Now that I have achieved the impressive tipping-point of 20,000 Tumblr followers, my contractual arrangement with Tumblr GmbH requires me to upgrade my activities here at brucesterling.tumblr.com.

Our new policy is for your own good, because, without clearer IP policies and some monetization, you, the user-base, may well find yourselves sadly deprived of the lickable street-art posters and the UFO cattle abductions on which all twenty thousand of you have come to depend. None of us want that.

Therefore, in the future, our daily cavalcade of sourceless ripped-off graphic whimsy will also carry some branding — tactful visual inserts quite similar to those found here in my brand-new, official “Tumblr-Maestro” formal studio portrait. I think you’ll agree that this pic looks pretty fucking classy. It does, right? Feel free to heart it and forward it.

Mind you, these branding inserts will come from only the very coolest tech companies — the out-there, with-it, inventive guys who are involved in tech developments that I myself sincerely find interesting, awesome cutting-edge outfits such as Parasight, Uber, TagWhat, GoPro, Dysonics, Vintank, Plantronics, Epiphany — gosh there sure are a lot of them — ElectricFoxy, Memoto, Wolfram Alpha, and our special guest sponsor, Zuta Osa (Yellow Wasp) all-natural Serbian Plum Brandy.

I will continue to wear Missoni at no extra charge. That’s because the “Missoni” brand, unlike most fashion corporations, is some actual family of real Italians who are genuinely named “Missoni.”

To assist in this new arrangement, Tumblr Gmbh has kindly assigned me a secretary and business manager, Miss Tesanovic (seen above). The charming Miss T. will be answering your business email around the brucesterling.tumblr.com small-office/home-office, while I redouble my efforts to pitchfork some sticky-eyeball content into the Tumblr maw.

Here’s to a prosperous second quarter of 2013!

new-aesthetic: “U.S. Soldiers with Bravo Company, 3rd...

Mon, 29 Apr 2013 18:20:44 +0100

new-aesthetic:

“U.S. Soldiers with Bravo Company, 3rd Battalion, 66th Armor Regiment, 172nd Infantry Brigade prepare for a simulated training scenario using the Dismounted Soldier Training System (DSTS) at Grafenwoehr, Germany, Feb. 21, 2013. The DSTS is the first fully-immersive virtual training environment to conduct dismounted Soldier operations. (DoD photo by Staff Sgt. Pablo N. Piedra, U.S. Army/Released)”

130221-A-KG432-036 (by U.S. Department of Defense Current Photos), via Dan W.

bunnika: squishydubu: Happy Bunny Day...

Mon, 29 Apr 2013 12:03:24 +0100

bunnika:

squishydubu:

Happy Bunny Day ^^

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(=’.’=)
(“)_(“)

A collection of bunny gifs!

arrestedwesteros: Clerk: Do you want a cage for that? GOB: No,...

Thu, 25 Apr 2013 16:55:10 +0100

arrestedwesteros:

Clerk: Do you want a cage for that?

GOB: No, I’m a magician.

(Walks into glass door)

GOB: What is your return policy, by the way?

Top Banana - 01x02

submission from devancho

The Secret of Life by Ileana Surducan.

Wed, 24 Apr 2013 19:52:06 +0100

The Secret of Life by Ileana Surducan.

Photo

Wed, 24 Apr 2013 19:49:57 +0100

9gag: Parenting you’re doing it right

Tue, 23 Apr 2013 18:46:50 +0100

9gag:

Parenting you’re doing it right

gothiccharmschool: Seek out the dark forces and join their...

Tue, 23 Apr 2013 09:10:48 +0100

gothiccharmschool:

Seek out the dark forces and join their hellish crusade, ascend and become Vampire Witch Queen of the Universe, same thing, right? MY GOALS, LET ME TELL YOU OF THEM.

Make A Potato

Sun, 21 Apr 2013 12:34:00 +0100

badkidsjokes:

How do you make a potato?

you make it inside your brain

kadrey: Gort gets lucky.

Fri, 19 Apr 2013 11:55:13 +0100

kadrey:

Gort gets lucky.

darklyeuphoric: Sunn O)))

Thu, 18 Apr 2013 11:54:04 +0100

darklyeuphoric:

Sunn O)))

Photo

Sat, 13 Apr 2013 18:12:35 +0100

ominous09: Grumpy Crowley cat

Fri, 12 Apr 2013 12:12:15 +0100

ominous09:

Grumpy Crowley cat