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29

Jan

The truth is this:
my love for you is the only empire
I will ever build.
When it falls,
as all empires do,
my career in empire building will be over.
Mindy Nettifee, This is the Nonsense of Love (via youarerelevant)

14

Jan

Mayer Hawthorne- Her Favorite Song

While the rate of speed increases on which rate we consume music, a lot of my 2013 was spent listening to some standouts as the song above. The backing vocals by Jessie Ware just take this song to another level that is not on the realm which we exist. Where Does This Door Go is by far my favorite Mayer album that I have heard to date. Love everything about this and the video to Her Favorite Song is hilarious as well. 

08

Jan

vaitape:

omg the notes almost a million

vaitape:

omg the notes almost a million

31

Dec

rubyinthedust:

oh yay i’m starting to see on my tumblr feed what people are going to do “different” in the new year of 2014 😳 wake da fuq up people. every single moment is a new fucking year.

Co-sign

16

Dec

unmarkeddoormusic:

Tanya Morgan “The Vehicle” ft Spec Boogie & 6th Sense 

Dope

(Source: youtube.com)

11

Dec

"Too many make-mistake-fillers, not enough live wires, too many fake killers and jive sires" 

22

Nov

iowawomensarchives:


"Soon, moreover, I was told, ‘This is your little ax,’ when a little ax was brought. I was glad. ‘This is your wood-strap,’ I was told. My mother and I would go out to cut wood; and I carried the little wood that I had cut on my back. She would strap them for me. She instructed me how to tie them up. Soon I began to go a little ways off by myself to cut wood.

"And when I was eleven years old I likewise continually watched her as she would make bags. ‘Well you try to make one,’ she said to me. She braided up one little bag for me. She instructed me how to make it. Sure enough, I nearly learned how to make it, but I made it very badly. I was again told ‘You make another.’ It was somewhat larger. And soon I knew how to make it very well… She would be very proud after I had learned to make anything. ‘There, you will make things for yourself after you care for yourself. That is why I constrain you to make anything, not to treat you meanly. I let you do things so that you may make something. If you happen to know how to make everything when you no longer see me, you will not have a hard time in any way.’"

Autobiography of a Fox Woman (1925)

Today we’re combining Women’s History Wednesday with Native American Heritage Month to feature these images of Iowa’s Mesquakie tribe, from the Iowa Women’s Archives Noble Collection, along with a published autobiography excerpt held by the State Historical Society of Iowa.

From their home in the Great Lakes region, the Mesquakie (formerly known as the Fox tribe) relocated to Iowa during the 18th and early 19th century following warfare against French fur traders and other Native American tribes. In 1845, the U.S. Government forced them out of Iowa to a reservation in Kansas, but many tribe members remained in secret, and others returned after a few years. The Iowa legislature enacted a law in 1856 allowing them to stay, and sold them back some of their land. Today the Mesquakie own 3,000 acres. [source]

Iowa Digital Library: Mesquakie photographic postcards

Iowa Digital Library: Excerpts from Autobiography of a Fox Woman

blackchildrensbooksandauthors:

What happened to Black Wall Street on June 1, 1921?

"Black Wall Street, the name fittingly given to one of the most affluent all-Black communities in America, was bombed from the air and burned to the ground by mobs of envious Whites. In a period spanning fewer than 12 hours, a once thriving Black business district in northern Tulsa lay smoldering – a model community destroyed and a major African-American economic movement resoundingly defused.

The night’s carnage left some 3,000 African Americans dead and over 600 successful businesses lost. Among these were 21 churches, 21 restaurants, 30 grocery stores and two movie theaters, plus a hospital, a bank, a post office, libraries, schools, law offices, a half dozen private airplanes and even a bus system. As could have been expected, the impetus behind it all was the infamous Ku Klux Klan, working in consort with ranking city officials and many other sympathizers.

The best description of Black Wall Street, or Little Africa as it was also known, would be to compare it to a mini Beverly Hills. It was the golden door of the Black community during the early 1900s, and it proved that African Americans could create a successful infrastructure. That’s what Black Wall Street was all about.

The dollar circulated 36 to 100 times, sometimes taking a year for currency to leave the community. Now a dollar leaves the Black community in 15 minutes. As for resources, there were Ph.D.s residing in Little Africa, Black attorneys and doctors. One doctor was Dr. Berry, who owned the bus system. His average income was $500 a day, hefty pocket change in 1910…”

17

Nov

GOOD KID... MAD Magazine... Kendrick Lamar's "MOVE" of the Year

scholarshit:

Fahamu Pecou ©2013

“The irony of American history is the tendency of good white Americans to presume racial innocence. Ignorance of how we are shaped racially is the first sign of privilege. In other words, it is a privilege to ignore the consequences of race in America.” Tim Wise

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05

Nov

Because it impedes my illusory forward movement, having to begin again can feel like failure… I resent being reminded of the transitory nature of all things, including myself: when I dust, I am humbled, because I, too, am dust… I must begin, again and again, at the most terrifying of places, the blank page. I can never learn these things, once and for all, and master them. I can only perform them, set them aside, and start over. Beginning requires that I remain willing to act, and to summon my hopes in the face of torpor. Above all, beginning again means rejecting that self-censurious spirit that will arise to scorn my efforts as futile.

We want life to have meaning and we want to be fulfilled and it is hard to accept that we find these things by starting where we are not where we would like to be.

Kathleen Norris (via roguerosebud8)