Committing the Crime of Meat
Three years ago, Brooklyn writer/author/comedian Anita Serwacki created a blog called Meat Crimes. It’s pretty much what it sounds like: stories about crimes that involve meat. A meat crime wire service, if you will, complete with tipline. As the rest of us head out to BBQ this holiday, Serwacki told us what drew her to the art of meat (crimes).
So, seriously. How’d you end up making a blog about meat crimes?
My pal Layna and I have long enjoyed sharing meat-related news stories with each other. One day I thought, “Isn’t there a goddamn meat crime wire service we can subscribe to?” And there wasn’t. I couldn’t believe it! So I stepped up to ﬁll that void.
Brasil: By the Numbers
Brasil! It’s Tumblr’s second-largest country, and, last week, the site of two giant Tumblr celebrations, a 1,500-person meetup (#tumblrcuritiba!), and — get ready — a One Direction flash mob (at our Tumblr meetup). Here are a few highlights from the nation that’s the size of a continent. (And yes, gringos may spell it with a Z … the locals, not so much,)
Shall we paint this room Her Majesty’s Primrose Yellow or Her Majesty’s Crystal Blue? Thank goodness Pantone has made a Queen-shaped colo[u]r wheel. (via Styleite)
More than half a century ago, the Chinese flooded Lion City, also called Shi Cheng. This valley was submerged when a dam was constructed and a lake was needed. Recently Shi Cheng was explored by archaeologists who dubbed ‘Lion City’ as China’s ‘Atlantis rediscovered.Lion City is now located about 85 – 131 feet (26-40 meters) beneath the gorgeous Thousand Island Lake (Qiandao Lake).
Tumblr Tuesday: Brasil Edition!
Name Arte na Cidade
Location São Paulo
Art in the City is a living gallery of public art of all kinds found throughout São Paulo and its outskirts. Kat Draugelis, a part-time English teacher and artist, explores the city every weekend to document new finds.
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A blind journalist and his brother go to a rattlesnake roundup in central West Texas:
We finally bolted for the nearest exit, heading past the coliseum’s fountain. Its gushing water, almost like a sizzle, was loud enough that it touched every corner of the room, though it failed to cool us to any degree. Then, about ten yards away, my ear distinguished the first edges of its rattling.
‘Is that—?’ was all I could muster.
It was. A plywood pen, chest-high, teeming with diamondbacks. The Snake Pit. Mykol had come closer for a look, not knowing I’d misheard it as a fountain. We pushed toward its wall of noise.
The sound had a startling physics. It had mass. A tangible weight and effect on the air. I was immediately reminded that, at its essence, noise is vibration. To listen is actually to receive our most subtle form of touch. How easily we forget that.
Image: Winston Smith