La vie en musique

je me souviens
humansofnewyork:

"Let me tell you what’s happening to me. I’m on the PTA at my child’s school, the Secondary School of Journalism in Park Slope. I’m currently advocating on behalf of my child, and seventeen other children whose parents don’t speak English. These kids are from Ecuador, Peru, El Salvador, Dominican Republic, everywhere. These kids have all done very well on their Regent’s exams— I’m talking 90/95th percentile. Very smart kids. They were on their way toward qualifying for an Advanced Regents government scholarship,that would give their parents badly needed money to help in their education. But the fine print of that scholarship says the children need three full years of a foreign language. 
And the principal at the school FIRED the Spanish teacher. She is not hiring another foreign language teacher for an entire year, effectively disqualifying all these kids from that scholarship they need. When we try to talk with her about it, she acts like she doesn’t owe us an explanation. When we try to call the Board of Education, they tell us to put it in writing. They get us all excited. They have us think if we write a nice letter, and use good grammar, and use all the correct punctuation, something will happen. Meanwhile another year passes, and nothing. And the kids don’t get their scholarship. You know something like this would never happen at a nice Manhattan school like Stuyvesant.
We’ve got a new mayor and a new chancellor. So we aren’t blaming them. But they need to know how impossible they’ve made it to help our kids. Trying to get something fixed in these schools is like praying to some false God. You call and email hoping that God is listening, and nothing happens. Meanwhile the kids suffer. All these parents that I’m representing are good, simple people. They say: ‘Don’t worry Annette, God is going to fix it. God will make it right.’ I love them. And I love God. But I tell them: ‘God won’t fix it! We’ve got to fix it!’”

humansofnewyork:

"Let me tell you what’s happening to me. I’m on the PTA at my child’s school, the Secondary School of Journalism in Park Slope. I’m currently advocating on behalf of my child, and seventeen other children whose parents don’t speak English. These kids are from Ecuador, Peru, El Salvador, Dominican Republic, everywhere. These kids have all done very well on their Regent’s exams— I’m talking 90/95th percentile. Very smart kids. They were on their way toward qualifying for an Advanced Regents government scholarship,that would give their parents badly needed money to help in their education. But the fine print of that scholarship says the children need three full years of a foreign language. 

And the principal at the school FIRED the Spanish teacher. She is not hiring another foreign language teacher for an entire year, effectively disqualifying all these kids from that scholarship they need. When we try to talk with her about it, she acts like she doesn’t owe us an explanation. When we try to call the Board of Education, they tell us to put it in writing. They get us all excited. They have us think if we write a nice letter, and use good grammar, and use all the correct punctuation, something will happen. Meanwhile another year passes, and nothing. And the kids don’t get their scholarship. You know something like this would never happen at a nice Manhattan school like Stuyvesant.

We’ve got a new mayor and a new chancellor. So we aren’t blaming them. But they need to know how impossible they’ve made it to help our kids. Trying to get something fixed in these schools is like praying to some false God. You call and email hoping that God is listening, and nothing happens. Meanwhile the kids suffer. All these parents that I’m representing are good, simple people. They say: ‘Don’t worry Annette, God is going to fix it. God will make it right.’ I love them. And I love God. But I tell them: ‘God won’t fix it! We’ve got to fix it!’”

mathmajik:

Arkitypo - 3D Printed Mathematical Objects representing letters of the alphabet.

See the whole alphabet here: 3dprintinginaec.blogspot.co.nz

(via visualizingmath)

I want to say…Prada, but maybe MiuMiu, snatched from their runway 2 years ago and then run kept in a constant rainstorm until recently.

I want to say…Prada, but maybe MiuMiu, snatched from their runway 2 years ago and then run kept in a constant rainstorm until recently.

Flight attendants overdosing on Robert Palmer.

Flight attendants overdosing on Robert Palmer.

cmacmac:

This is my comic Blame. It’s taken me a VERY long time to create this (mentally not physically. Physically it only took me a little over a week to draw).

By Courtney McInturff [tumblr]

Just want to hug the artist so very much.

(via thefrogman)

jockohomoremix:

Rob Pruitt, Untitled, 2011 (Detail), 4 tires, hub-cap, black and white M&M’s. 43 x 52 in. (109.2 x 132.1 cm.)“In the end, art is really just about developing a sensitivity to your environment and making comments about the world you’re living in in a beautiful way.” — Rob Pruitt

jockohomoremix:

Rob Pruitt, Untitled, 2011 (Detail), 4 tires, hub-cap, black and white M&M’s. 43 x 52 in. (109.2 x 132.1 cm.)

“In the end, art is really just about developing a sensitivity to your environment and making comments about the world you’re living in in a beautiful way.” — Rob Pruitt

jockohomoremix:

Rob Pruitt, Untitled, 2011, 4 tires, hub-cap, black and white M&M’s. 43 x 52 in. (109.2 x 132.1 cm.)“I’m very interested in the way American culture sort of celebrates and craves a certain period of bad behavior in people and then I started to think about how the life of the artist is a sort of permanent rumspringa, how artists are allowed by society to be the ones who get to act crazy and drunk for everyone else.” — Rob Pruitt

jockohomoremix:

Rob Pruitt, Untitled, 2011, 4 tires, hub-cap, black and white M&M’s. 43 x 52 in. (109.2 x 132.1 cm.)

“I’m very interested in the way American culture sort of celebrates and craves a certain period of bad behavior in people and then I started to think about how the life of the artist is a sort of permanent rumspringa, how artists are allowed by society to be the ones who get to act crazy and drunk for everyone else.” — Rob Pruitt