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Packaging design for a mock tea and coffee company revolving around the idea of African patterns. Box designed to ensure the product stays sealed and fresh.

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kushandwizdom:

Good Vibes HERE

23:54// Probably should start building, babe. I love you.
0:19// Just thought of one of the products the project will produce — this thought as I considered the plants I am going to give to my mother and sister as gifts. I’m rather fascinated by the snake plant. You can just cut it, stick it in soil, and it grows. I don’t like annuals or, worse yet, cut flowers. I think it’s rather macabre and depressing. My bedroom as a tween had dark navy blue Neo-Victorian wallpaper, all dark wooden furniture, including an old writing table that had come in by train some time ago, long before the monumental Interstate (as a kid, I remember hearing the mountains exploding, associating it with the show I Love Lucy in a dream I had, huge pre-fab concrete panels holding up what had once been a mountain — I remember how the roads changed, the highway slicing across what had been a dirt road between the main town and the hollow. Above the desk was a photo from the Civil War, a camp gathered in an opening of the forest. Outside my window, beyond the skeletons of bushes in the terraced gardens of the prairie house, a gnarled tree, split in half by lightening, charred black, but still standing to this day, hung at a diagonal from the mountainside, flashing alive above cracks of blue lightening. That blackened tree was directly across the valley from the other tree I noticed, as we wearing having our breakfast in the pale pastel wall-papered, white plastic veneer early-’80s kitchen, stuck onto the repeating bays of operable windows beneath the deep overhangs — ah how beautiful it was to open the windows, hear the rain, see it dappling down through miniature pine trees, the gentle breeze, cooled by the falling rain, like the mist behind a waterfall. God, I love architecture. Oh, and in the bedroom, from a circular AC vent, a small aperture at the end of the HVAC network (house also had a centralized vacuum system, watering system, ’70s intercom, etc. — revisit: mom and intercoms and radio that would play at the foot of my bed and bounced radio transmissions from some Asian country), two dried roses, one pale pink, the other pale yellow, fluttering slightly when the cybernetic system was switched. The train whirs by, moving more slowly, or lighter perhaps, a low whir, not as dense as the train at max capacity — the elevated train is like a bow passing in a linear motion, subtle variations in pressure producing different sonic experiences in the surrounding chamber of buildings. Oh, and I love you Samuel, if you’re out there.
0:31// Men in yellow hazmat suits and purple-tipped respirators, spraying terraced mountains with neon green fertilizer/seed mix from 2’ diameter blue plastic tubes.
0:43// I love you so much. I am so sorry. I have changed.

euphues:

kushandwizdom:

Good Vibes HERE

23:54// Probably should start building, babe. I love you.

0:19// Just thought of one of the products the project will produce — this thought as I considered the plants I am going to give to my mother and sister as gifts. I’m rather fascinated by the snake plant. You can just cut it, stick it in soil, and it grows. I don’t like annuals or, worse yet, cut flowers. I think it’s rather macabre and depressing. My bedroom as a tween had dark navy blue Neo-Victorian wallpaper, all dark wooden furniture, including an old writing table that had come in by train some time ago, long before the monumental Interstate (as a kid, I remember hearing the mountains exploding, associating it with the show I Love Lucy in a dream I had, huge pre-fab concrete panels holding up what had once been a mountain — I remember how the roads changed, the highway slicing across what had been a dirt road between the main town and the hollow. Above the desk was a photo from the Civil War, a camp gathered in an opening of the forest. Outside my window, beyond the skeletons of bushes in the terraced gardens of the prairie house, a gnarled tree, split in half by lightening, charred black, but still standing to this day, hung at a diagonal from the mountainside, flashing alive above cracks of blue lightening. That blackened tree was directly across the valley from the other tree I noticed, as we wearing having our breakfast in the pale pastel wall-papered, white plastic veneer early-’80s kitchen, stuck onto the repeating bays of operable windows beneath the deep overhangs — ah how beautiful it was to open the windows, hear the rain, see it dappling down through miniature pine trees, the gentle breeze, cooled by the falling rain, like the mist behind a waterfall. God, I love architecture. Oh, and in the bedroom, from a circular AC vent, a small aperture at the end of the HVAC network (house also had a centralized vacuum system, watering system, ’70s intercom, etc. — revisit: mom and intercoms and radio that would play at the foot of my bed and bounced radio transmissions from some Asian country), two dried roses, one pale pink, the other pale yellow, fluttering slightly when the cybernetic system was switched. The train whirs by, moving more slowly, or lighter perhaps, a low whir, not as dense as the train at max capacity — the elevated train is like a bow passing in a linear motion, subtle variations in pressure producing different sonic experiences in the surrounding chamber of buildings. Oh, and I love you Samuel, if you’re out there.

0:31// Men in yellow hazmat suits and purple-tipped respirators, spraying terraced mountains with neon green fertilizer/seed mix from 2’ diameter blue plastic tubes.

0:43// I love you so much. I am so sorry. I have changed.

(Fuente: moseisleywelcomingcommittee)

hellofromtumblr:

Finally.
An internet for everything you want. Touch it. Find it. Love it. Spread it. 
Make the internet yours

hellofromtumblr:

Finally.

An internet for everything you want. 
Touch it. Find it. Love it. Spread it. 

Make the internet yours

romainlaurent:

One Loop Portrait a Week - #32
Darwin Deez hovers majestically 
www.romain-laurent.comfacebook / instagram 

romainlaurent:

One Loop Portrait a Week - #32

Darwin Deez hovers majestically 

www.romain-laurent.com
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(vía magicfran)

YEAH!!!!!!!  ( y… ahora que??? )

YEAH!!!!!!! ( y… ahora que??? )

vodkaproblems:

pixalry:

The Essential Pokemon Amigurumi Collection - Created by Johnny Navarro

The complete lineup of your favorite Pokemon is now available for sale at Johnny’s Etsy Shop. Each Pokemon is made to order, and should be the perfect addition on your hunt to become a Pokemon Master. You can also check out more of Johnny’s quality craftwork over at his Facebook page!

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(vía naturali)

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El incendio mas grande de su historia, afecta a #Valparaíso durante este fin de semana de Abril, van 700 hectáreas y mas de 1000 casas quemadas, 12 muertos, la mayoría abuelos.

Valparaíso tiene muchos problemas, administraciones corruptas e ineficientes, una cuidad con poca habilidad para adaptarse a los cambios y poca previsión de los vecinos. Todo se sumo para esta catastrofe.

¿Cambiara algo en Valparaíso? ¿Cambiara algo en Chile con esto? ¿Se aprenderán las lecciones?

Desde la ONEMI que no tiene previsiones para este tipo de catástrofes, pasando por CONAF que no tiene recursos para mantener un set de aeronaves grandes para el combate de incendios forestales (que entre paréntesis, tratan de apagar estos incendios con agua pura…. sin químicos retardantes como en todo el mundo), los bomberos que tiene que estar haciendo colectas publicas para mantenerse y con eso nunca podrán tener tecnología de punta (como los cañones jet de agua), el MINVU que nunca ha regido realmente la urbanización de las ciudades chilenas y con ello jamas tendrán un diseño racional para evitar emergencias…. para que hablar de la conectividad, ESVAL una empresa privada que maneja las redes de agua (normal y de emergencia) y el alcantarillado de la ciudad….. y lleva años de accidentes y problemas con estos servicios, la MUNICIPALIDAD que utiliza los arreglos y “normalizaciones” de poblaciones, tomas y ocupaciones de quebradas como canje político en temporada de votaciones… todos tienen la culpa. Que el vecino tire basura en la quebrada es un detalle dentro de la cadena de cosas sin hacer por las autoridades.

Realmente, espero que algo cambie.

lovelyetsy:

"Alligator" Crochet Pattern by skymagenta

lovelyetsy:

"Alligator" Crochet Pattern by skymagenta

sparth:

temple.
personal work
2014

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