Liefeld Hawkeye


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Rob Liefeld's original.

Avengelyne gets the Hawkeye treatment. 

My rendition.

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The Life Aquatic With Steve Zissou, Dir. Wes Anderson, 2004

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I found the most beautiful study spot today.

i need to go here

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The Fresh Prince of Bel-Air 2x09 - “Cased Up” (November 11, 1991)

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Two ways of dealing with tear gas grenades from comrades in Turkey: Either submerge them in water. Make sure you can close off the container cause the gas will still spread for a while. Or throw them in the fire so the gas burns off before it can spread.

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Out comes the whip. We’re lazy, stuck, worthless. Our ideas are shallow, uninteresting, tepid. What’s our problem? Why can’t we just crank out pages like some literary version of a well-oiled machine?

I’ll tell you why not. Because this writing thing is hard. It always feels good to have written, but it rarely feels good to sit down to write. If I were to describe my own physical process, it’s like a nearly-unbearable tension within me slowly begins to rise. A welling up of so many thoughts and feelings that it feels I might explode. And yet, at the same time, there is the seeming impossibility of finding the words, of knowing what’s next, of getting it right. Shoulders tense. Jaw tightens. Eyes sting. Breath becomes shallow. Mind buzzes in circles endlessly. The page is a solid wall at which I must run, full tilt, and only by running, only by hurling myself straight at it might it crumble and give way. But it appears so solid! So unforgiving! Sometime I bang against it, and limp away, bruised and bloody. Other times, it turns out the wall was just a mirage. But there’s only one way to find out.


So. How to begin? Improbably enough, we must begin with kindness.

The brilliant Dani Shapiro, a modern sage of the pleasures and perils of writing and the creative life, reflects on getting to work.

Complement with Shapiro on why creativity requires leaping into the unknown and her spectacular conversation with Debbie Millman.

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Rán is the Norse goddess of storms, and the wife of the sea god Aegir. She rules over the realm of the dead which is situated on the bottom of the ocean. She sinks ships and collects drowned sailors in her nets and takes them to her hall where she tenderly ministers them (drowned persons neither go to Valhalla nor to Helheim). With Aegir she is the mother of nine daughters (their names are poetic terms for different characteristics of waves), who wore white robes and veils. Sailors often carried gold or other jewels in case their boat sunk to offer and please the goddess. 

Photo Cred: Elisabeth Alba 

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Jean Louis Sabaji Fall-Winter 2014


Jean Louis Sabaji Fall-Winter 2014

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