“Crying doesn’t mean you’re weak… it just means you’ve been strong for too long.” You are not less than anyone else because of your hurt - you are just as important and wonderful as all of us. Being strong doesn’t mean never crying, never showing emotion or vulnerability. You are pushing on, beautiful and so amazing, even if you don’t think so - and I hope you can see that some day, if you don’t already.
The Quick Brown Fox Jumps Over the Lazy Dog.
I feel like I’ve been preparing for this image all my life.
The internet is over, everyone can go home.
The internet is over, everyone can go home.
THE INTERNET IS OVER, EVERYONE CAN GO HOME!
And I know it’s only in my mind, that I am talking to myself and not to him. And although I know that he is blind, still I say there’s a way for us… I love him, but when the night is over he’s gone and the river’s just a river. Without him the world around me changes, the trees are bare and everywhere the streets are full if strangers. I love him, but everyday I’m learning, all my life I’ve only been pretending! Without me his world will go on turning, a world that’s full of happiness like I have never known!
Tweenbots by Kacie Kinzer:
Given their extreme vulnerability, the vastness of city space, the dangers posed by traffic, suspicion of terrorism, and the possibility that no one would be interested in helping a lost little robot, I initially conceived the Tweenbots as disposable creatures which were more likely to struggle and die in the city than to reach their destination. Because I built them with minimal technology, I had no way of tracking the Tweenbot’s progress, and so I set out on the first test with a video camera hidden in my purse. I placed the Tweenbot down on the sidewalk, and walked far enough away that I would not be observed as the Tweenbot––a smiling 10-inch tall cardboard missionary––bumped along towards his inevitable fate.
The results were unexpected. Over the course of the following months, throughout numerous missions, the Tweenbots were successful in rolling from their start point to their far-away destination assisted only by strangers. Every time the robot got caught under a park bench, ground futilely against a curb, or became trapped in a pothole, some passerby would always rescue it and send it toward its goal. Never once was a Tweenbot lost or damaged. Often, people would ignore the instructions to aim the Tweenbot in the “right” direction, if that direction meant sending the robot into a perilous situation. One man turned the robot back in the direction from which it had just come, saying out loud to the Tweenbot, “You can’t go that way, it’s toward the road.”
The Tweenbot’s unexpected presence in the city created an unfolding narrative that spoke not simply to the vastness of city space and to the journey of a human-assisted robot, but also to the power of a simple technological object to create a complex network powered by human intelligence and asynchronous interactions. But of more interest to me, was the fact that this ad-hoc crowdsourcing was driven primarily by human empathy for an anthropomorphized object. The journey the Tweenbots take each time they are released in the city becomes a story of people’s willingness to engage with a creature that mirrors human characteristics of vulnerability, of being lost, and of having intention without the means of achieving its goal alone. As each encounter with a helpful pedestrian takes the robot one step closer to attaining it’s destination, the significance of our random discoveries and individual actions accumulates into a story about a vast space made small by an even smaller robot.
I AM A TWEENBOT
why arent gay people allowed to get married
but nickelback is allowed to keep making albums
Hello Good Morning: The greatest story ever told.
BRIE WHAT ARE YOUR PEOPLE DOING
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“But I bought him new jeans…”
MY FAVORITE MOVIE!
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