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Jul 24, 2018

My Tears: Reflections on Crying as a Grown Man

My tears. Since I was in my late 20s at least, they've come more easily than ever before. Sad things can bring them on, sure. But mostly, it's the beautiful things. The profound things. And things that are just poignant and stirring. But whatever the cause, they come with frankness and in real earnest. 

Sometimes I wonder if I should listen to Sufjan in public anymore. Always an emotional songwriter, his last few efforts, Carrie and Lowell and Planetarium, have been especially frank, incisively autobiographical and completely leveling (especially when you get clued into his autobiography.) It is inevitable that my eyes will become wells in a coffeeshop. But I guess I believe that it's not reasonable to blubber in public or have a crying fit while I'm at work, there is a deeper sense of shame that, if I'm honest, rests down in the nether regions of my psyche, and it is activated when my tears come. I am brought to tears in public by openness, but then shame comes and closes me up again. 

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Feb 15, 2012

Famous Nude Paintings Get Photoshopped to Reflect Contemporary Beauty Standards

In her Venus project, Italian artist Anna Utopia Giordano asks, "What would have happened if the aesthetic standard of our society had belonged to the collective unconscious of the great artists of the past?"

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Jul 12, 2011

Remarkable Photographs of Individual Grains of Sand

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All those inspirational sayings about an individual grain of sand may have something to them afterall. The Daily Mail reports, "

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