This is something that slips past the Western viewers- it looks like it’s reaching out for Chihiro, in a malicious way, to the Western viewers. It’s what I thought growing up.
However, now, that I know that it’s a way of signalling for someone to ‘Come here!’ in Japan, the scene takes on a whole new meaning.
That spirit knows that if Chihiro doesn’t eat the food, she will disappear. And it knows if it offers the food, she cannot be cursed as a gluttonous pig because it wouldn’t have been stolen.
Just a unique take when you have all of the context.
And also, the red lanterns spell out ‘おいで’ which translates to “Come here” or “Come in” :)
One of our favorite things about Cosplay is that absolutely anyone can do it. Tomoaki Kohguchi is an awesome case in point. Mr. Kohguchi is a 64-year-old consultant from Hiroshima, Japan who spends his free time creating and wearing an amazing variety of anime character costumes.
Visit Tomoaki Kohguchi’s Facebook page for many more of his cosplay photos. These fantastic portraits are just a taste.
Narwhals travelling along their narwhallian highways to get to Nar-whal-nia
I DONT EVEN FUCKING KNOW WHERE THIS CAME FROM BUT IT SHOWED UP IN ONE OF MY GOOGLE IMAGE SEARCHES AND I SWEAR TO GOD ANY SINGLE ONE OF THESE PEOPLES FACES CAN BE A REACTION IMAGE FOR ANY OCCASION
this post is going to come back from the grave
Reading is awesome, which means that libraries are already awesome places because they enable people to read books. However the Kansas City Public Library is super awesome because a portion of the library’s parking garage has been decorated with an enormous trompe l’oeil mural that makes the wall look like shelf full of gigantic books. It’s called the Community Bookshelf:
"It runs along the south wall of the Central Library’s parking garage on 10th Street between Wyandotte Street and Baltimore Avenue. The book spines, which measure approximately 25 feet by 9 feet, are made of signboard mylar. The shelf showcases 22 titles reflecting a wide variety of reading interests as suggested by Kansas City readers and then selected by The Kansas City Public Library Board of Trustees."
Thanks to Snopes we even have a list of all of the books on the Community Bookshelf:
- Kansas City Stories
- Children’s Stories
- Silent Spring
- O Pioneers!
- 100 Years of Solitude
- Their Eyes Were Watching God
- Fahrenheit 451
- The Republic
- The Adventures of Huckleberry Finn
- Tao Te Ching
- The Collected Poems of Langston Hughes
- Black Elk Speaks
- Invisible Man
- To Kill a Mockingbird
- Journals of the Expedition (Lewis and Clark)
- Undaunted Courage: Meriwether Lewis, Thomas Jefferson, and the Opening of the American West
- Lord of the Rings
- A Tale of Two Cities
- Charlotte’s Web
- Romeo and Juliet
Green tea banana ice cream with cacao nibs, almonds, barley, oats, cinnamon buckinis, pecans, pistachios, inca berries, currants, poppy/chia/sesame/sunflower/flax seeds and dates 💚 Happy Labor Day!
Storms lashing the British coast last month revealed a strange new sight off the west coast of Wales, near the village of Borth: the stumps of hundreds of tree trunks, rising out of the sand, like broken teeth.
Could this be part of Cantre’r Gwaelod, a mythical…
When young women are sexually assaulted, we question their pasts and critique their clothing choices, yet rarely ask their attackers to simply be accountable for having no self-control, and no respect for the humanity of the girls they’ve violated.
When middle school girls post half–naked photos of themselves on Instagram, we vilify and ostracize them as cheap and easy, while ignoring the dozens of young men who mindlessly vote their approval each time, who feed the insecurity, and who perpetuate each degrading act with the click of a mouse.
When high school girls get jobs at chain restaurants, which require them to expose their body parts to strangers over trays of nachos, we bemoan their lack of humility and class, yet never question the thousands of men who fill these eateries every day; many with daughters the same age as the ones they ogle.
When women embarrassingly writhe on poles for a few sweaty dollar bills, in dimly lit bars ironically called “Gentlemen’s Clubs”, we heap insults and judgement on them, yet let the many married men who pay both the dancers and the mortgage each month, come and go without blemish or critique.
Sooner or later, we need to stop letting boys be boys, and we need to challenge them to be men.
Sooner or later, we need to pull them out of their perpetual adolescence and into adulthood, and ask them to evenly carry the weight of sexual standards.
Sooner or later, we need to show our young men that the they can actually raise the moral temperature in sexual situations, not reflect them.
|—||John Pavlovitz, The Blurred Lines of Real Manhood (Robin Thicke, I’m Looking In Your Direction) [x] (via supernatasha)|