"Even you couldn’t miss from there."
Feminist: "My feminism will be intersectional or it will be bullshit." (Flavia Dzodan) ∙ Fan of: Elementary, Person Of Interest, Sleepy Hollow, Brooklyn Nine Nine, Almost Human, Welcome To Night Vale ∙ Football teams: FC Barcelona, Melbourne Heart FC, Everton FC ∙ Food lover ∙ Far too easily amused.
Diogenes was the shit. He was easily one of the best philosophers ever. He made himself the least wealthy person, hence living in a “Barrel”. He also, upon seeing a child drinking from a river with his hands, smashed his only wooden bowl claiming to be “Bested by a child”. He did public stunts to make a point towards customs and norms including eating in the marketplace in Athens which was generally not acceptable. When Plato described humans as “Featherless Bipeds” he plucked a chicken and brought it to him, saying “here’s your man”. Plato changed that description to “Featherless bipeds with arms”.
And here’s where it gets real.
Diogenes the Cynic became well known all over. In fact, Alexander the great, the one man who could have anyone killed just because, went out of his way to find him. Upon meeting Diogenes, whom was laying on the ground, he said something to the extent of “Ah, the great Diogenes! Is there anything that I, Alexander the Great, can do you?”. Diogenes’ response was a crude “Yes, Get out of my sunlight.”
But, however, Alexander came back another time, to find Diogenes sifting through a pile of bones. Alex inquired “Diogenes, what are you doing sifting through that pile of bones?” Diogenes the Cynic responded “I’m trying to distinguish between the bones of your father, and that of a slave. I cannot tell the difference.” An insult that any man would want the other beheaded for indeed. But no, not Alexander.
Alexander went on to later say that if he were not Alexander the Great, he would wish to be Diogenes.
Dude’s a motherfuckingbadass.
My new fav person. Ever.
Below, we’ve listed some common sins that can detract from enjoyment of a fight scene. As always, rules are made to be broken. It’s also worth understanding something, before you try though.
Why Are You Thinking? We Should Be Fighting!
When working on a fight scene, it’s…
"Facial-recognition technology is quickly becoming a mainstay of commercial and government surveillance systems. While it can provide benefits in automation and security, it is also a threat to privacy. Sophisticated algorithms can already extract information about your gender, age and even mood from a single image, and then link those physical attributes to commercial or government databases."
-Face to Anti-Face
The most cyberpunk post on this website, possibly ever.
For future reference.
My guardian angel,
The day has come. You’re going. While it is a law of life, it is impossible for me to imagine a Barça without you. If I look back and remember Paris or Rome, the first image that comes to mind is you lifting the European Cup. In Wembley you’re ceding the honor to Abi, a detail that still makes you greater. My generation and those that come behind do not know what a Barça is without Puyi in defense, with the armband and the ’5’ on the back. I guess nothing will ever be the same.
I met you almost 6 years ago. You were the captain and emblem of the team and I a youth coming to take on the world. From the first day we had a great relationship, as much on the field as off it. By your side I felt protected, knowing that if one day I failed, you would be there to save me. You are my guardian angel.
I want you to know that I will miss our talks in the locker room, your advice and especially your “quarrels” on the pitch. You are unique. It makes me laugh when they talk about signing ‘the new Puyol’. May they keep looking, because they will never find him.
Thanks for everything, Puyi. (x)
In the Barcelona dressing room, all of the players’ lockers have lists on, telling them who used that locker before — a line of continuity connecting them to the club’s history. Some lists are longer than others. Puyol’s locker, his place in the dressing room, was once occupied by Antoni Ramallets, whose name is written on a white strip on the red wooden door.
Born in July 1924, Ramallets played for Barcelona between 1946 and 1962 and was the goalkeeper for the most successful side in the club’s history, until this one. He died last July at the age of 89.
At the end of the season, Carles Puyol will empty his locker. Someone else’s name will be written on a white strip and stuck on the door for the first time in 15 years. But above that name, it will always say Puyol."