Brandon Olsen


baby's first words

  • baby:d-d-da..
  • father:daddy?
  • baby:dada /ˈdɑːdɑː/ or Dadaism was an art movement of the European avant-garde in the early 20th century. Many claim Dada began in Zurich, Switzerland in 1916, spreading to Berlin shortly thereafter but the height of New York Dada was the year before, in 1915.[1] To quote Dona Budd's The Language of Art Knowledge,
  • Dada was born out of negative reaction to the horrors of World War I. This international movement was begun by a group of artists and poets associated with the Cabaret Voltaire in Zurich. Dada rejected reason and logic, prizing nonsense, irrationality and intuition. The origin of the name Dada is unclear; some believe that it is a nonsensical word. Others maintain that it originates from the Romanian artists Tristan Tzara's and Marcel Janco's frequent use of the words "da, da," meaning "yes, yes" in the Romanian language. Another theory says that the name "Dada" came during a meeting of the group when a paper knife stuck into a French-German dictionary happened to point to 'dada', a French word for 'hobbyhorse'.[2]
  • The movement primarily involved visual arts, literature, poetry, art manifestoes, art theory, theatre, and graphic design, and concentrated its anti-war politics through a rejection of the prevailing standards in art through anti-art cultural works. In addition to being anti-war, Dada was also anti-bourgeois and had political affinities with the radical left.





Historians are funny. This guy in this documentary just gave this long explanation of “metal grilles used to fortify the walls of underground bunkers”.

Rebar. He was showing us a piece of rebar.



Crips gang pledges to aid New Jersey Police →

ricflairsniece:

fish-dinner-connoisseur:

djbellybella:

are you fuckin kidding me rn

THIS THE MOST IMPORTANT PEICE OF JOURNALISM IN THE YEAR OF OUR LORD TWO THOUSAND AND FOURTEEN IF YALL DONT READ I SWEAR IMMA DELETE YALL BLOGS

Son.

"They have not said no yet"

(via crimewave420)





So here’s a thing I made this week. There’s a fourth song but it doesn’t fit with the others so idk, it might just collect dust





*summer by calvin harris plays softly in the background* +

*summer by calvin harris plays softly in the background*



Passive-Aggressive Laundry Rant

Alternative title: Hey Man, What the Fuck, You Can’t Just Do That

It’s 8:00 at night and I have some laundry to do. An hour ago, I put the first of three loads in my building’s washer, meaning three hours remain in my journey.

Hypothetically.

Now, imagine my surprise when I walk through my barren, cockroach-vulnerable basement to go switch out loads when I’m startled by another tenant, whom I’ve never met, putting his goddamned clothes in the washer. Cool if I left laundry in there for an extended period of time, if he came back half an hour later and found my laundry still unattended, but the washer had stopped within ten minutes of my entry. So there’s just this guy who thought it was cool to take my shit out of the washer and put his in.

Where did he put my laundry? In the dryer? Nah.

My soaking, half-done laundry was put into my laundry basket—a laundry basket which was not only sitting on the dryer next to detergent, softener, and dryer sheets to signify that hey, someone’s probably doing laundry down here, but was in addition to that FULL OF DRY, UNWASHED CLOTHES.

Now, because there’s no point in attempting to reason with a person who clearly doesn’t give a shit about blatant cues like the laundry room being fully in use, I have a load of laundry tumbling in the dryer that’s probably going to get thrown on the floor unless I camp there fifteen minutes early and a laundry basket full of clothes that are now damp from said load sitting on top of it for ten minutes.

Hey man, what the fuck, you can’t just do that.