1. Happy Sunday morning. 

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  2. lifeadvicefrommachines:

    Anonymous asked:  how can I overcome writer’s block?

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  3. Metro Signs from Across the Globe

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    Barcelona Metro

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    Barcelona Metro 2

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    Beijing Subway

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    Berlin S-Bahn

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    Berlin U-Bahn

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    Boston ‘The T’

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    Brussels Metro

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    Copenhagen Metro

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    Hong Kong MTR

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    Montreal Metro

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    Moscow Metro

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    New York City Subway

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    Paris Metro

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    Rotterdam Metro

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    Shanghai Metro

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    Saint Petersburg Metro

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    Stockholm Metro

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    Tokyo Metro

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    London Underground

    Here’s a site which I sourced a few of the pictures. There’s some good info on it too.

    (via thisbigcity)

     

  4. For Inspiration.

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    Writing is a muscle. Smaller than a hamstring and slightly bigger than a bicep, and it needs to be exercised to get stronger.

    Think of your words as reps, your paragraphs as sets, your pages as daily workouts. Think of your laptop as a machine like the one at the gym where you open and close your inner thighs in front of everyone, exposing both your insecurities and your genitals.

    Because that is what writing is all about.

    — “The Ultimate Guide to Writing Better Than You Normally Do

     
  5. 2013 Resolution #1: Write at least 100 words daily (published or not).

    What is a writer’s biggest fear?

    No space to think? Running out of time? Or material? Or your audience? Losing your voice? Or losing at Words With Friends? Working in marketing? Or not working at all?

    Do you really think J.K. Rowling wrote “Harry Potter” with Microsoft Word’s stupid cursor and paperclip blinking in her face?

    Somewhere between leaving behind everything I knew and arriving at a place where I thought I knew more than I did, I self-diagnosed my writing skills as critical, with a shelf life of just a few weeks. Life Far Away was overwhelming, and even though writing could have been my crutch, it felt desperate and like a weight on my shoulders, and then, of course, the words wouldn’t come.

    So after three years, it’s pretty pretentious to call myself a writer. Maybe for now, let’s just say I’m writing.

    I hope to get down at least 36,500 words before I’m bundled up again listening to Girl Talk and Jay-Z on Lambeth Bridge watching fireworks shooting over the Thames. 

    Word count so far: 190

    Stuff your eyes with wonder.
    Live as if you’d drop dead in 10 seconds.
    See the world.
    It’s more fantastic than any dream made or paid for in factories.
    Ask no guarantees, ask for no security, there never was such an animal.

    And if there were, it would be related to the great sloth which hangs upside down in a tree all day every day, sleeping its life away. To hell with that. Shake the tree and knock the great sloth down on his ass.

    — Ray Bradbury, Fahrenheit 451

     
  6. So much research to do before I vote. Who are these people?! (Taken with Instagram)

     
  7. inothernews:

    SACRE BLUE  A colored honeycomb from a beehive is seen in Ribeauville, France on Oct. 5.  Local beekeepers have observed bees returning to their hives carrying bluish- and greenish-hued substances — believed to be residue from a nearby plant processing M&M’s — causing the unnatural colors of honey.  (Photo: Vincent Kessler / Reuters via NBC News)

     
  8. Smithfield Market, London’s most famous meat market, is housed in a lovely, redone Victorian building, but it’s not the most inviting place to be. Visit its main corridor on any weekday morning, and you’ll likely find yourself sandwiched between a couple of guys wearing scientific-looking white lab coats unloading box after box of meat and disappearing behind the plastic flaps that gate the hall entrances.

    I finally ventured beyond the plastic door curtains on Friday to Wesker & Son’s ingenious and sadly temporary pop-up human butcher shop, this time sandwiched amongst a group of other curious office workers intrigued by what seemed to be the conclusion of a murder mystery unfolding before our eyes. Turns out it was a promo for the release of ‘Resident Evil 6’, but perhaps that still qualifies as a murder mystery.

    Either way, who knew parma ham could look so disturbing.

     
  9. Autumn nights. (Taken with Instagram at Haydons Road Recreation Ground)

     

  10. When my friend invites me to her house… in zone 5

     

  11. What’s on the soles of my shoes

    Time: 12:45 p.m.
    Meeting place: Cafe on the Rye, in the middle of Peckham Rye Common, in the middle of a public transport desert 
    Looking for: Ha, like we knew. Someone with a red backpack? Or wearing a red beanie? Everyone around us looked suspicious. Too many people had out their notebooks and phones, waiting around expectantly. And were all these kids in red Arsenal jerseys planted here on purpose?!

    About a month ago, Team Foreignerz, the scavenger hunt fiends that we are, signed up for the challenge: Find £5,000 hidden somewhere in an Eastpak backpack in London through a series of clues sent via text.

    For each of the past three weeks, we dutifully completed a hunt, mesmerized by the videos, sometimes going as far as to transcribe them second by second to make sure we hadn’t missed anything. Had everyone else here at the cafe in Peckham done the same?

    I wish I would have turned on the GPS tracker on my phone for this hunt. My dotted path would have looked like something out of the Family Circus comics, doing loop-de-loops, pausing, turning back, getting distracted, regrouping.

    The hunt itself was way too much of an adrenaline rush to take many photos, especially when the other teams are all around you and randomly taking off running in some direction, and you’re doing your best not to shout the answer aloud because you’re so proud of yourself when you’ve finally solved it.

    At Clue 15 (of 16), we got stumped. Our pile of papers was spread out across the half-wall on the fourth floor of an empty parking garage, but the ending time was looming. The sprinting had taken its toll, and we were spent.

    Had we gone up just a few more floors, we might have walked away £5,000 richer. 

    Instead, we were treated to an incredible view and some orange and lemonades, deflated but happy to have at least been in the right location for the end of the hunt.

    Amazing job to the people at In The Hidden City and Eastpak for putting this together. What to do now… Take up geocaching?

     

  12. Central London Tube map for tourists

    I work at “Nothing”.

     
  13. theinsanerobin:

    If Dr. Seuss Books Were Titled According to Their Subtexts

    (Source: waronidiocy, via areturntonormalcy)

     
  14. Such great heights.

     
  15. The Shard and the sun.

    via IanVisits