Joel Hans

natgeofound: Tourists on horses ride past a life-size...

Fri, 15 Mar 2013 10:40:00 -0500

Tourists on horses ride past a life-size apatosaurus statue in a South Dakota dinosaur park, 1956.
Photograph by Bates Littlehales, National Geographic

Inspiration, right here.

The one and only.

Fri, 21 Sep 2012 11:57:54 -0500

The one and only.

two-color: Perfect God, Charcoal on mounted paper (by: Robert...

Tue, 18 Sep 2012 09:48:46 -0500

two-color:

Perfect God, Charcoal on mounted paper (by: Robert Longo)

Endgame

Tue, 18 Sep 2012 09:38:34 -0500

Hamm: Open the window.
Clov: What for?
Hamm: I want to hear the sea.
Clov: You wouldn't hear it.
Hamm: Even if you opened the window?
Clov: No.
Hamm: Than it's not worth while opening it?
Clov: No.
Hamm: Than open it! (Clov gets up on the ladder, opens the window. Pause.) Have you opened it?
Clov: Yes. (Pause.)
Hamm: You swear you've opened it?
Clov: Yes.
Hamm: Well...! (Pause.) It must be very calm.

saatchionline: Absent Minded by Joe Webb United KingdomPrint:...

Sat, 11 Feb 2012 23:09:47 -0600

saatchionline:

Absent Minded
by Joe Webb
United Kingdom
Print: $35
Check out the rest of the Collage Showdown Finalists here.

I love Louis C.K. His show, Louie, is something else. For most...

Sat, 11 Feb 2012 13:03:20 -0600

I love Louis C.K. His show, Louie, is something else. For most stories (the romantic comedy for example) there’s a common narrative. People fall in love, have a bad patch, and get back together. And soon enough, there’s a movement to resist that narrative by creating its opposite. For a while, that’s pretty new and exciting, but eventually the anti-narratives get cliche, too. What I respect most about Louis, as a storyteller, is that he tells common stories but in a way that I’ve never seen before.

And, like, he’s funny.

I submitted my first Tumblr theme for approval. It’s essentially what you see here. Because of...

Tue, 07 Feb 2012 09:48:50 -0600

I submitted my first Tumblr theme for approval. It’s essentially what you see here. Because of that, I should probably start using this again. So, yeah. I’m now using Tumblr again, after almost a year. Let’s see how it goes this time.

Bicycle Wheel Gyroscope

Fri, 22 Apr 2011 14:29:02 -0500

Bicycle Wheel Gyroscope:

This is currently throwing me through a loop.

Reaffirming that penguins are the world’s second-best...

Mon, 18 Apr 2011 10:05:25 -0500

Reaffirming that penguins are the world’s second-best animals, behind beavers, of course.

Tickling a Penguin [Original] (by zz111zzify)

Fiction Writers Review » Blog Archive » Motivation… for the Unmotivated

Fri, 15 Apr 2011 08:18:17 -0500

Fiction Writers Review » Blog Archive » Motivation… for the Unmotivated:

I’m thinking of starting a kitty, or maybe a riff on a Tontine. A bunch of writers working on projects each put in, say $200. Whoever does not produce the agreed upon amount of work by the predetermined deadline loses his or her $200, which is then divided among or between the writers who do make the deadline.

Fantastic idea. Now to find some more writerly friends.

Build a bigger version of one of these, strap me to it, and...

Wed, 13 Apr 2011 10:20:00 -0500

Build a bigger version of one of these, strap me to it, and you’ll see a very, very happy man… strapped to a giant robotic bird.

nationalgeographicdaily: Mahout Bathing and Elephant,...

Wed, 13 Apr 2011 10:12:49 -0500

nationalgeographicdaily:

Mahout Bathing and Elephant, India

Photograph by Mohit Midha

Watching a mahout lovingly bathe his elephant, I tried capturing the moment from the riverside but wasn’t satisfied with what I saw through the viewfinder. There was something lacking that made the image not do justice to the scene. I then climbed a tree with a branch extending out over the water and got my shot, which may have been my last as I almost fell off after taking it. I’m sure the beautiful elephant would not have been very happy about me falling out of a tree straight onto her stomach!

Kids! Listen to your music teachers when they say you’ll...

Fri, 08 Apr 2011 09:59:03 -0500

Kids! Listen to your music teachers when they say you’ll regret giving up on your instruments. You will regret it, someday. For me, that is today.

Mozart had only two children that managed to survive infancy. Neither of them married or had...

Thu, 07 Apr 2011 11:07:00 -0500

Mozart had only two children that managed to survive infancy. Neither of them married or had children of their own. The succession of all that talent faded in October of 1858. Somehow, I think both Karl and Franz knew they could not be as successful as their father, and that their children, too, would live in the shadow of his “curse.”

The real shame is not their lack of children, but rather the idea they were cursed in the first place. To be raised under the assumption that one can’t be successful on his own merits, and to die with it intact, must have been a terrible weight. It’s sad, not because we lost potential future generations of genius musicians, but because two men lived and died believing they had no self-worth.

Don’t forget that creativity is unbounded by any evidence to failure. It’s an individual pursuit. Creativity might be informed by the individual’s surroundings, but it always has the ability to grow far, far beyond.

The Virgins, f/2.8 at 1/15th of a second

Tue, 20 Jul 2010 10:00:00 -0500

Can I stay here a while longer, Samantha asked, and the boy agreed even though that was not what he wanted. And then she said, You should take a picture of us. Come on. You took so many of yourself, why not of us. Don’t be so shy. Fine, difficult. I did something for you here, now maybe you can do something for me? For us? (For us, the boy thought, for what? Boys and girls at sixteen are creatures of the moment, they care not about the future or consequence or the feelings of others. In a few years this whole time will be wiped from our memories and we will look back on the vacancy not with nostalgia but redemption,that we have become something else entirely.) I know it’s not that difficult. If you’ve been doing it for three years you should know what you’re doing. (She laughs, the boy thinks. She laughs.) (She tickles, she prods sweetly.) Go on, get the camera. That’s better. How do you think we should do it. From the bed? We could be laying in the bed together, under the sheets even. No? We could go by the window, maybe it would frame us, like a picture. (The whole dark world is our playground.) That’s good enough. Stop complaining, you. (She kisses sweetly.) Well, is it ready. Get closer. Clo-ser. We have to show that we’re together. Are you sure it’s set up right? I don’t want this to get messed up. Okay. You ready? Go ahead. Take the picture.

AQUAMAN, KING OF THE SEVEN SEAS, HAS FUCKING HAD IT WITH YOU, MAN.

Tue, 20 Jul 2010 06:51:14 -0500

AQUAMAN, KING OF THE SEVEN SEAS, HAS FUCKING HAD IT WITH YOU, MAN.:

Via the always-ridiculous McSweeney’s Internet Tendency.

"I’ve never written the things I’d like to write that I’ve admired all my life...."

Fri, 16 Jul 2010 13:01:38 -0500

“I’ve never written the things I’d like to write that I’ve admired all my life. Maybe one never does.”

- Elizabeth Bishop

You are me and I am you, Polaroid.

Wed, 14 Jul 2010 08:26:00 -0500

First there was nothing which birthed a boy who became a father. And so on, until our boy, who would someday grow old and have a son of his own, who led his father down the wooded arteries of a migration burrowed in their history, of which they knew nothing. They were all broken, the whole progeny. Something in them was irrevocably due for repair, but had been neglected for generations. And so on. With the Polaroid camera they share to test exposures the boy quickly photographed himself. He promised himself, If I don’t look like my father I will be a better man than him. The boy shook the film to life. His father could be seen in the background, a shadow and a lost cause, a cicatrix on the boy’s memory. His face could barely be recognized in the small frame, and the boy’s, too, was blurred and shadowed in the low light. They become one another — boy and father — because they have always been the same.

The only way this song is bearable. Now it’s bearable in a...

Mon, 12 Jul 2010 12:50:44 -0500

The only way this song is bearable. Now it’s bearable in a fantastic way.

"I guess the only advice I can give you is try to make choices that you can live with."

Sun, 11 Jul 2010 17:14:44 -0500

“I guess the only advice I can give you is try to make choices that you can live with.”

- Because they’re with you for the rest of your life, 24 (via fictionz)