Tunawhacking everyday

archiemcphee:

As part of a tour put on by an organization called The Mystical Arts of Tibet, a group of Tibetan Buddhist monks from the Drepung Loseling Monastery in India recently visited the Crow Collection of Asian Art in Dallas, Texas. They were there for a weeklong residency during which they constructed this magnificent Tantric Buddhist mandala sandpainting.

The monks will spend up to eight hours a day working together on one of their sandpaintings. The process starts with an opening ceremony and the consecration of work site.

Each work begins as a drawing, the outline of the mandala. Then, colored sand is poured from traditional metal funnels called chak-purs. Each monk holds a chak-pur in one hand, while running a metal rod on its grated surface; the vibration causes the sands to flow like liquid.

Once the sandpainting has been completed it is ceremoniously destroyed using a ritual vajra.

"The sands are swept up and placed in an urn; to fulfill the function of healing, half is distributed to the audience at the closing ceremony, while the remainder is carried to a nearby body of water, where it is deposited. The waters then carry the healing blessing to the ocean, and from there it spreads throughout the world for planetary healing."

Click here to learn more about The Mystical Arts of Tibet

[via My Modern Metropolis]

artkat:

despairnaegami:

personasanta:

does anybody else think tired and sleepy mean two totally different things

sleepy is cute and dozing off and happy but tired is 10 cups of coffee and murder

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Urban Exploration - Cigarette Factory Part III

And here’s the finale, for now.

1.) I mentally dubbed this room the “spatter room”. Someone had fun splashing some red paint across the walls. The mean thing is that the room was completely dark (my flash is doing good work there), so when I first entered the room and turned on my flashlight, the red splatter had me panicked for half a second before I realized what it was.

2.) This warning is quite amusing now that I know that this was a cigarette factory. It says “smoking prohibited”.

3.-5.) A floor above the ground I found what was pretty surely one of the main production areas of the factory once. There wasn’t much left in terms of machinery or even other things. Everything that wasn’t mounted securely on the walls or ground was gone. Disconnected pipes with gauges running along the ceiling had partially collapsed, water had dripped in through the ceiling and made moss grow. The windows were broken of course, and the trees outside had already grown their branches into the building. Nature retaking human constructs is always a fascinating sight.

6.-8.) A hole in the wall showed me some relatively intact machinery. Given the turbine and how it connected to the other pipes in the room I figure this was pumping air or some liquid through the facility. A collapsed tank was outside between the two buildings. The black object has an “MDR” mark, which is a major (and still active) radio and television broadcasting company. This was definitely a radion, probably also a cassette player, since it had buttons to play/pause, rewind, record. I didn’t see a place to put in tapes though, maybe it was broken apart. I have absolutely no clue what the other device was.

9.) Before I climbed back out again I noticed this on the floor near the exit window. A TV guide for June 1990, another hint to when the building was abandoned. Gotta love that ridiculous late-80s/early-90s fashion.

And that’s it for this run. I’m definitely going back there again, there’s more to the basement for example, the second building has yet gone unexplored.

Urban Exploration - Cigarette Factory Part II

Continuing on with a lot of paper.

1.-3.) Oh how I grinned when I walked to the steps out of the basement and found this lying there. A 23-year-old issue of Germany’s most infamous tabloid - BILD. This one was from a year after Germany’s reunion and filled with according articles. The usual Page-1-Girl looked a bit more tasteful back then, aside from that the style and tone of the whole thing haven’t changed at all in two decades it seems.

4.-5.) A floor above I found an area that was probably a kind of main entrance, closed off with a large steel door. Besides it was a small cupboard on the wall that might have held keys in the past. Service times and phone numbers for an emergency service (the technical sort I assume) was attached to the inside. On the outside meanwhile were some old stickers and maps of the GDR.

6.-9.) As I wanted to leave the room I noticed something in the dirt on the floor. What I thought was only trash from when the building was emptied out actually still contained quite a few “artifacts”. I grabbed the first bunch of paper I found nearby, which turned out to be printed out bank account balance infos. From what I can make out this particular one showed the wages that were transferred to the workers’ accounts. The list with names and numbers is presumably also wages. Meanwhile the half-deteriorated book is a GDR-lawbook, unfortunately it was lacking a cover that could’ve told me which laws specifically. A quick look into another room one floor above showed me where most of the paper must have come from: This was definitely an office, and when they had moved out the desks and stuff that were definitely there in the past all the documents just got left behind on the floor. I didn’t feel like digging into the trash, but there was probably a ton of stuff in there that could tell me more about the place.

Urban Exploration - Cigarette Factory Part I

Hello everyone, it’s urban exploration time again.

On a walk through the area I moved to I recently stumbled across an old industrial area that looked relatively intact, abandoned and easily accessible. A perfect target. Yesterday I decided my easter holiday stroll should take me there, and here’s the results of a first scouting.

I did some research afterwards and found out that this place was a cigarette factory in the GDR (East Germany before the reunion, in case you didn’t know).

1.) Where I entered from was a wall at about my height and over the years everyone had tossed their trash inside. The few meters between the building and the wall were covered in filth of all sorts. I climbed into the basement through a large broken window and discovered more trash inside like that lamp and parrot.

2.-5.) From the basement a staircase led into an area that once connected the two buildings of the factory. The roof had long since collapsed, maybe as the result of a fire or when the old machinery was torn out. Noticable was a mechanic hook that could be used to lift heavy weights along a track on the ceiling. Pushing it a bit revealed that the track was still in good shape. The hole in the wall is a potential way to get into the second building, which I haven’t visited yet.

6.-7.) Back in the basement I took a closer look at the bigger machinery left behind. No idea what exactly it was when it was still intact, the two gauges are for “steam output” and “oil pressure” which might indicate a generator?

8.-10.) Also some kind of press or roller was left behind, though of course also broken. I didn’t try whether it would still turn, because I like my fingers. Someone else was more curious in that regard as the handprint shows.

mymodernmet:

The stunning Nasir al-mulk Mosque hides a gorgeous secret between the walls of its fairly traditional exterior: stepping inside is like walking into a kaleidoscope of colors. Every day, the rays of the early morning sun shine through colorful stained-glass windows, transforming the halls into a dazzling wonderland of rich hues, patterns, and light that play on the floor of the mosque.

kwmurphy:

Salut Salon plays Vivaldi the way it was meant to be played - TO THE DEATH.

…Almost. 

ai-wa:

Families are my favorite thing about this game. Animals are always a plus.

arrangealign:

Pretty amazing solar system watch.

From Van Cleef & Arpels… and apparently it was $240,000.

tomw91:

german proverbs translated word for word.

This is missing one of my English-speaking friends’ favourite: “This is sausage to me.”

tomw91:

german proverbs translated word for word.

This is missing one of my English-speaking friends’ favourite: “This is sausage to me.”