They would call me insane and rightly so. I just hope he gets the help that he needs. And leaves me alone in the process. Architect Lachie Stewart missing in India:. Our friend Lachie Stewart is missing in India. He is 30 years old, tall, dark hair and eyes. He was working for Studio Mumbai until a couple of months ago. He has not been heard from since the 9th of December, when he had told someone he had no passport or money. He was on his way to the embassy in Delhi and has not been heard from since.
Please spread the word. Please re post this and make this popular. Social media is a powerful thing. If any body knows any information please go to the missing person Facebook page, which will connect you to his family. Or dos. But before we get started, have a look at how sad this dog is because we left the Roma Sur neighborhood. Be wary of the loud club music playing until the wee hours of the morning.
Unfortunately, the area was being prepped for some gay Christmas nonsense; scaffolding and fake plastic trees obstructed views of square and the Mexico City Metropolitan Cathedral.
Either way, I had to check out the Cathedral. Moving to the interior, I must say that this was the most incredible churches I had ever come across. The proportions, the grandiose posture, the attention to detail; it was a stunning space. Just behind the church are some Aztec ruins. The line was long, so we just took a picture. Here it is. Next, Jen and I headed to meet Shilpa at the upscale Polanco district to check out a pair of fancy-pants museums.
Matt, on the other hand, went to a bar and watched Auburn lose to Alabama Awww Burnnn. The first museum, Museo Jumex , was designed by David Chipperfield.
It is a trapezoidal plan with box form clad in travertine panels and topped with a sawtooth roof. The first floor is a mostly-glazed, open plan housing the lobby and cafe; a floor-to-ceiling pivot door marks the entry. The second floor is a smaller box gallery inset to create a loggia around the glass enclosure, which grants a pretty stellar view of the neighbors.
The upper floor is the primary gallery space; artwork is displayed under the form of the sawtooth roof. See exhibit A:. Speaking of the neighbor, the Museuo Soumaya was designed by Fernando Romero. To be honest, this is the kind of building that I love to hate. I was expecting to really really dislike it, especially considering my experience with the douchebag that designed it.
So often, I would see a majority of the design effort expended on the facade and massing alone, often leaving a jumbled, unresolved mess of program, detailing and interior circulation behind. I assumed that this would be a similar case. The form was quite elegant and sat on the site better than I had expected. The composition of the aluminum panels was rational and clean.
And considering that a form such as this requires structural complexity which at times can bleed inside, the interior spaces were simple, clean and straightforward.
The collection was more-or-less contained within the center while a perimeter of ramp circulation takes the visitor from floor to floor. The circulation culminated at the top where the sculptures were displayed under exposed structural elements and the only exterior window skylight in the building. The next morning, our last in Mexico, we walked past this green wall and headed towards the La Ciudadela Market to get our souvenir shopping on par with our gringo nature.
As legend has it, the university was created to placate the mid-century protesting of progressive college students in the city centre. In response, a new campus was proposed on an old and vacant lava field just south of the city.
This is the place where Salma Hayek Frida Kahlo grew up. See for yourself. Finally, we made it to this big-arse market. I had gone to this market to try and find something unique and distinctly Mexican. It even lights up. So sexy yea? Jar jar is a reptile. Nope, Gungans are amphibians! Amphibians, while in possession of a cloaca, are not in possession of dicks. When amphibians reproduce, they do something called a cloacal kiss, where the male ejects sperm directly into the female.
Tailed frogs do have an extendible cloaca that can help propel the sperm into the other cloaca, and sometimes it comes out in packets, but amphibians have no penises. Jar Jar is packing absolutely nothing. Lizards have two dicks tucked up inside their cloacas.
Frogs, salamanders, Gungans? What the absolute fuck did I read? I just woke up, and I get hit with a jar jar dick debate…. Every day and every night, I am reminded by this site that language is a concept humans have created and that words have meaning.
I am reminded every day and every night of this fact viciously and brutally by this site. We should have never crawled out of the sea. The legality of this is NOT in the users favor and as the new tumblr TOS states, said users will be entirely liable for whatever legal matters arise.
That's in quotes bc the specific phrasing will be significant later. Once it had access to an account it would make a post about Ray-Ban sunglasses and if you clicked the link in the post it'd hack you too. Ey hits enter, but the message won't send. Not unusual, we all know that tumblr IM wil just randomly glitch out when it feels like it. So ey hits refresh, and abruptly finds emself on the log-in page. My datemate is naturally suspicious about unexpectedly being asked to alter eir password, but, since ey practises basic cybersecurity and actually uses different passwords for every site, ey figures there won't be too much risk.
Ey resets eir password, logs back in, and types out the message to eir friend again. Same thing happens. Message won't send, ey's booted back out to the log-in page, and told to change eir password again. So ey do. The third time this happens, ey figures something has to be wrong with the message. I've been watching over eir shoulder for a couple of minutes at this point, so we do a bit of Sciencing to work out what the fuck is going on.
Experiment: I send various ray-ban related words and phrases to my datemate via IM. In a heartbeat, there was a surge of movement, making you stagger forward, a rush of cold brushed against your face when you raised your arms to brace yourself, sloppily halting to an end.
You staggered back, looking back over your shoulder, seeing the very entrance you had once opened, the Seeker standing in the doorway, arms pulled back and hidden. The rain lashed at your skin uncomfortably, reaching out in a clumsy sprint. Deadly and cold. Reminding you to be forgotten and everything that surrounded you in the barren wilds. Can I not prove myself to you? The door you had been leaning against felt suddenly lighter, the force made you stumble forward, quickly collecting yourself back up when you realised no rain or thunder could be ringing in your ears.
You quickly wiped your tears in shame, looking anywhere but in front of you. The slamming of a book startled you when you found the high elf had placed it away, the old leather book moving on its own back to its original place on the shelf with the many others.
Your training starts tomorrow. I would suggest you rest now, bed and a meal will be with you shortly. You went to open your mouth to ask where you would sleep but the Seeker had already clicked his fingers and you were sent into a completely different part of the ever-expanding tower, a hallway of rich golds and browns, many doors leading with no exit. The door you were standing in front of seemed to do for now. He showed you the main library, told you of all the books and every subject he seemed to know knowledge of, droning on and on about nothing you could understand: from languages to the geography of the land and what it was, it seemed to never end.
This repeated for who knew how many days, losing count on how you were surviving. By the middle of the day, you were worn and building a headache, dull yet aching. There was little to eat to help you concentrate, the Seeker had given you a plethora of books of his disposal to read for the last hour, but you found little of your time going into reading each page. You shut the chapter you were on with a heavy grunt, heavier than you expected, drawing the elf out from his readings, the rim of his golden eyes staring up from you without having to move his head.
If one falls, the other must follow. I can only hope that the knowledge will be used when the time is needed. There was a flash of white, and you felt a shift in your body surging you forward, making you stagger.
Between Compass , Anchor , pilgrimages, retreats , Iron Sharpens Iron , Multi-Cultural and Interfaith resources , we have a little something for everyone!
Also feel free to stop by the office in the first floor of CoMo, you will surely be greeted with a big smile, a comfy study spot, and access to the Keurig! I am also required to take a fair share of Art History classes, my favorite of which examined what both high and commercial art said about mid-century America. Outside my field of study, I appreciated the chance to take Astronomy because of the amazing opportunity to use the Digital Visualization Theater.
They want you to do great things. They want you to dream big, and then they want you to go out there and accomplish it. Looking for something fun to do around South Bend this weekend? Check out the Potawatomi Zoo! Only three miles from campus, they have over animals to check out and learn about. They also recently had two new leopard cubs, who although to young to view quite yet, can be followed here.
At that time there were clubs, and now we have more than !!! Although I loved my previous school, there is something unique about Notre Dame. The emphasis on service and vocation has helped me view my classes in a different light.
Instead of studying to fulfill career goals or check off a box on a resume, a Notre Dame education pushes you to ask tough questions and search for difficult solutions.
While a liberal arts education at any institution requires a certain set of classes to form a more well-rounded person, Notre Dame pushes students to search for their passions and figure out how their personal skills can be used for the betterment of the community.
My friends at home were in disbelief when I told them that I would be working at a soup kitchen for 8 weeks last summer in inner-city Philadelphia and that I was provided a stipend to do so.
I use the money I make every summer to pay for my textbooks and other expenses during the school year.
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