Alaa, an ambulance driver, spends about $4 on meat everyday to feed about 150 abandoned cats in Masaken Hanano, a neigbourhood in Aleppo that has been abandoned because of shelling from forces loyal to Syria’s president Bashar Al-Assad on it. Alaa said that he has been feeding and taking care of the cats for over 2 months.
Picture: REUTERS/Hosam Katan (via Pictures of the day: 25 September 2014 - Telegraph)
Stabs & Snipes //
Quick personal piece of my main ladies, Tripp and Imani! I can’t say enough good things about the character designs from my coworkers here at Motiga. Every hero looks like the embodiment of what they do, and the natural diversity of cast is a point of pride.
Near the end of my fourth year of high school, my speech teacher pulled me aside one day to lecture me about responsibility and maturity. He told me about two national speech tournament qualifiers who were subsequently disqualified after they were caught having sex in an unoccupied room, just a few doors away from active rounds. The lesson was that any impulsive act at the wrong time or place could topple an effort that took years to establish, but the hidden message was a reminder that I wasn’t getting any.
Video showing the construction of the World’s Smallest Functional V-12 Engine. I was halfway through part 2 of 8 when i realised how handy YouTube’s 2x play speed would be. Even at twice the speed, the machinist José Manuel Hermo Barreiro appears calm, content and in control.
Man it’s so disrespectful that i’m pursuing the engineering profession. I’ve not the patience or dilligence to throw myself into years of work, nor the serenity to perform my tasks in silence and solitude. and i especially don’t have the humility to end as an engineer. very not-me
In the death poem or jisei, the essential idea was that at one’s final moment of life, one’s reflection on death (one’s own usually but also death in general) could be especially lucid and meaningful and therefore also constituted an important observation about life. The poem was considered a gift to one’s loved ones, students, and friends. The tradition began with zen monks, but was also popular with poets, whose poems were often just as solemn as those of monks, or entirely flippant and humorous. The poems are often full of symbols of death, such as the full moon, the western sky, the song of the cuckoo, and images of the season in which the writer died.
Here’s another poem by James.