Tengen Toppa Gurren Lagann MASTERPOST
Click to watch. To download (which has a subtle quality improvement),click the download arrow in the upper-left corner, then click “Download anyway”.
Episode 6 (Director’s Cut/Uncut) - There are Some Things I Just Have to See!! (Slightly lower quality than the other version, 6 extra minutes of more fanservice-y content instead of flashbacks.)
In conjunction with the release of the movie, Gainax has released series of music videos entitled Gurren Lagann Parallel Works which contains alternative stories of Gurren Lagann set to songs from the original soundtrack.
There are two Compilation Movies (with new scenes to help tie things together and provide movie-original climaxes). Sadly, the files are too big to make a preview, you’ll have to download them!
Fan Webcomic. DOUBLE K (A Buddy Cop Show AU, and it is glorious.)
(these are really of personal taste, while I know not everyone likes AMVs, I just hope someone can enjoy these as well)
One would think of Wisconsin as the ideal state to live in, a paragon of civic success, but for the fact that the young people dream only of getting away. And there are already a fair number of Middle-Westerners about the world; a sort of vagrant chosen race like the Jews. It is our better luck to leave behind in our Palestine a teeming, prospering family, to fall back on in case of disaster and to save us, meanwhile, from the nervousness of vagabonds who really have no native land left. But we are more than likely to call New York, that palace-hotel, home; the midland gets little glory and even less entertainment from our activities. A great maternal source of, among other things, ability and brutal ardor and ingenuity and imagination—scarcely revisited, abandoned, almost unable to profit by its fruitfulness in men.
Upon these renegade children, voluntary exiles, adventurers and emigrants, brothers, cousins, or acquaintances—the others, those who have not yet taken flight, even those who never will, speculate a great deal in their own interest. They envy our apparent moral emancipation, our pocket money literal and otherwise, the gaiety which, if nothing more, we bring home to show them. They dread risks we seem to have run, suspect abnormalities which may have abetted us. What they admire most is our good luck; we are the favorites of chance, goddess whose mythology the films have spun. They ask question after question and prefer not to take advice. Most of them will remain what they are, where they are—reality only a little poisoned by notions of themselves freed and perfected, of pleasanter societies and facile foreign cities.
For those who dare not go east to meet the future, there is the hope that it may little by little be coming to them. Dreading isolation, most of them keep in line in spite of any eagerness; they do regret that the Middle West is so slow to change, but there is no comfort in anything unless all act together. That Basque beret at which the two workmen in the train stared—my brother asks me not to wear it in the street; but having seen in a New York magazine widely circulated out here a recommendation of such headgear, I can assure him that he will have to buy one for himself presently. The same law applies to manners and morals. The peculiar juvenile debauchery which in the East resulted from Prohibition, that very Western law, has already crept westward; aided by drink, certain young married sets have begun to make the simplest experiments in immorality; every irregular problem ever thought of may well be on its way.
|—||Glenway Wescott, Goodbye, Wisconsin (1928; 2008), 13-14 (via fuckyeahhistoriography)|
so we got more snow yesterday, i almost didn’t take any pictures today because i’m so sick of the snow. but i could resist and my friend talked me into it. phooooey.
Minneapolis’ East Bank stairways lead to quiet riverside solitude
The river in this part of the city can seem almost subterranean, separated and buffered from the flat, gridded, concrete expanses of southeast Minneapolis above it by sheer wooded bluffs. Descending the stairways, one gets the sense of traveling underground. The path down by the river is, on a Sunday morning, almost wholly deserted, and the roar of vehicular traffic over Franklin and 94 sound like it’s coming from some distant point overheard.
via Andy Sturdevant on MinnPost
Along the Banks of the Volga River - Mikhail Bukar
Masterpieces of the Russian photography from the second half of the 19th century in the collection of the National Library of Russia in Saint Petersburg. People of different nationalities who lived on the Volga banks are seen in the pictures made by Mikhail Bukar. He followed the old tradition of trying to transform his studio documentary photos into bright water-colour illustrations. He abundantly coloured the costumes of his studiously posing models, and painted imaginary backgrounds with a brush. This method automatically upset the specific character of photography, but considerably increased the cost.
there, i did it, i genderbent the yoroyuza!
gin is basically the same, but a girl. she’s got the same personality, picks her nose, and is a gross bachelor with an uncanny abilty to understand other people’s personalities. her hair is basically the same. she’s got a sleeveless shirt, though, and her boots come up to her knees. i love butch girls, and i kind of feel like gin will pretty much be gin no matter what.
pachie! she HAS to have braids. her kimono has tiny white flowers floating in grass (by the side of the road) because i’m stupid. i really am so stupid. she’s holding a book of expenses. i feel like she might be a little shyer in general, but still nags the shit out of gin. otae is her over-protective numbah one host!!!!1 older brother, and he’s terrifying. she is definitely an idol otaku. definitely considered rather plain.
i gave kagura tezuka ankles for some reason. i don’t have much to say about him, except for that he probably only cares about people who feed him, and that he looks up to otae. he’s rude to girls because he doesn’t care about them yet.