Hey ESPN “I don’t know what that is. It’s... a handsome headpiece. Sure. Why wouldn’t you” Scott Van Pelt, ESPN NFL on ESPN Sïonan Barrett My work isn’t done. I will make a more extensive effort to explain why I wear this type. My Great-grandfathers went to prison for practicing our culture. The American and Canadian governments banned it for 100 years. My forefathers would use apple crate boxes to dance and then burn the evidence. Police confiscated the original headdresses and sold them to museums. I wear this design with immense pride, grateful our tribe survived and our culture flourished. The Seahawks logo was COPIED off a headdress from my tribe: the Kwakwakaʼwakw on northern Vancouver Island. A local Coast Salish artist, Marvin Oliver, submitted a design, but the Seahawks did not pick it in 1975.show more

Five years ago, I became a mommy. A lot... of you know me as Logo Queen, but not many of you know me as a mom. Sometime in 2021, I gave birth to my handsome, adorable son. He is the reason I am who I am today. He’s the reason I became Logo Queen. He’s the reason I put so much effort into my craft and kept pushing even when life felt impossible. When I was pregnant with him, I lost all my savings. I was literally left with nothing. And I knew I didn’t want to bring a child into the world where he wouldn’t be proud of his mom. After giving birth in 2021, I went through postpartum depression and many difficult moments. But in that process, I decided to pick up a tech skill. I tried learning coding and design, and design was the one that truly clicked for me. So I focused on it around January–February 2022. My son is my everything. He’s the reason I pushed on nights when I had every excuse not to. He’s the reason I stayed consistent, the reason I fought to change my life, and the reason I decided to build something meaningful for myself. My story is proof that you can write your own story. Yes, motherhood can be heavy. It comes with so many responsibilities. But it can also be the stepping stone to greatness. It doesn’t have to be the obstacle standing between you and your dreams. So today, I’m celebrating myself. Happy Mother’s Day to me. 🤍show more

When I moved back from USA 🇺🇸 several years... ago, I used to ride my bicycle to office .. but then found indian roads just too dangerous to do so … and over the time I stopped it completely. I would sometime go to JW for a meeting and have given my cycle for valet …😅 A friend who made a small video about our work was fascinated that why someone will use bicycle to come to office and made it part of the intro video .. here is a clip …show more

The Major and the Minor (1942) As you know,... Veronica Lake was known for her “peek-a-boo” hairstyle. “It isn’t true that I was born with a lock of blonde hair over my right eye, but if people want to say so, it’s all right with me,” Lake said at the time. “Actually, I didn’t think up that style at all. It was an accident. When I was making my first screen test, my hair dropped over my eye, and the studio went to work to exploit that different sort of hair-do. All I did was wear my hair the way I was told ... It’s a trademark now.”show more

Ahead of Senior Night, Bennett Stirtz on the impact... he hopes he left on the Iowa program: “A foundation. And just know that I gave it my all. I know (McCollum) is going to get it rolling, even better than it was this year. I just want to give it my all, establish a culture. I think we did that this year. But our best days are ahead of us this season.”show more

The Story of Wesam Mekdad “I am a Palestinian... from #Gaza. I fled my homeland in search of safety and the opportunity to work so that I could send money back to my family, who are surviving under the horrors of war. The road was grueling and full of obstacles. First, I went to Egypt, where I waited a full year just to secure a Turkish visa. From Turkey, I attempted to cross into Greece. I failed twice, enduring imprisonment both times. It was only on my third attempt that I finally reached Greek soil. Once there, I was placed in a refugee camp for a year, waiting for a residence permit. But the moment I finally received it, my life was shattered again: I was unjustly imprisoned for four years. My trial was a sham, and it became deeply clear to me that refugees are not treated equally under the law there. Eventually, I was released. Seeking a fresh start, I traveled to Berlin, where I met my wife and we were married. Together, we moved to the Netherlands to apply for asylum. I truly believed that the Netherlands, as a nation built on human rights, would understand our plight. Because I am an innocent man and had absolutely nothing to hide, I was entirely honest with the authorities. I openly told them about my imprisonment in Greece. Tragically, my honesty was weaponized against me. We were shuttled endlessly between different reception centers. During this time, my wife became pregnant. We held onto the hope that the authorities would show compassion for our situation and for our unborn child. Instead, the hammer fell: we received a negative decision. My asylum application was rejected. I was handed a deportation order to Egypt and a two-year entry ban from Europe. My wife’s application was also rejected; she was ordered back to Germany. They told us coldheartedly that even if our child were born on Dutch soil, it would change nothing. The fact that my family in Gaza is trapped in an active war zone seemed to mean absolutely nothing to them. Desperate to prove who we are, I went to the Palestinian Embassy in the Netherlands and obtained official documents confirming my Palestinian nationality and the identity of my family in Gaza. I handed these papers to the authorities. Yet, it feels as though we are screaming into a void. No one is listening. Is this fair? Why is this happening when all I ever wanted was to build a stable, quiet life for myself, my wife, and our daughter? Why am I being condemned for a prison sentence I served unjustly in Greece? I had hoped the Dutch authorities would help me prove my innocence, but instead, they simply wronged me again. Where are human rights? Where are the rights of a child? Where are the rights of a woman? I have lodged an appeal and am now awaiting the judge’s decision. In the meantime, the stress, anxiety, and suffocating uncertainty mount every single day. I am constantly terrified of what tomorrow will bring. I have been stripped of my right to work and my freedom of movement is heavily restricted. Then, the breaking point came. One day, I received devastating news. In a flash of pure despair, unable to contain the agony inside me, I smashed a television and damaged the door. It was inside my own room—not someone else's. I harmed no one. The center staff called the police. They knew my wife was nine months pregnant. When the officers arrived, I told them myself. My wife looked them in the eyes and told them that I would go with them voluntarily and respectfully. I had not used violence against a single soul. I remained calm because I believed I would simply give a statement at the station and return to her. Yet, they treated us as if we were dangerous. They treated a heavily pregnant woman as a threat. This is my story. I feel that my wife, my daughter, my family in Gaza, and I have been deeply, profoundly wronged by the system. But I still believe that eventually, the truth will come to light. Justice cannot remain hidden forever.” Baby Reem born premature (5 days after the attack)show more

When I first joined Rayadas I didnt know what... it will mean for me as a player! I knew it would be a place I could compete for titles, but I never knew how the passion for this institution would change me as a player. Over the years I learned what it meant to put on this jersey! The people in this city and my team taught me. I feel exactly what the people feel! The love and passion is indescribable, and when you step onto that field you feel it. The people in the stadium make you feel it, and it’s honestly one of the best feelings in this world! That’s why we fight until the very end, because we have a responsibility to represent everything this institution stands for!🙏🏾 #creersiemprecreershow more

So much of my time here I have spend... dreaming. Dreaming for the day that has now arrived. For years I spend my days grinding to fulfill a promise made by a 25 year old right after having the biggest night of his life. Midnight夏季Breeze sold out in 30 minutes. And for someone who had less then 5000$ in the bank, suddenly making 1.5 million dollars was kind of insane. Euphoric I said "v2 will come for those who hold a breeze" Little did I know how much that single promise would affect my life. I have spend majority of my late 20s painting this world. And been very critical of what this space is about. I wanted to be a voice you could rely on. Someone that shows up, is approachable, but also be the change I'd want to see. Everyday looked the same for me, make coffee, walk dog, turn on pc, paint until dinner, walk the dog again. I sometimes quite literally went insane. The pressure was high. I had to make this project real. And there was always so much to do. Art direct, animate, color grade , composite, 3d , sound effects , music, development, management like countless hats to wear all the time. The Vision however, called me. There was no way I was gonna give up, or quit. Though every vibre in me wanted to. My health , my personal life, they demanded it. But I did not stop. And that persistence has let to today. It has let to an industry that doesn't care. A timeline that can only talk about something if its $ related. And a world that is more chaotic then ever before. And amidst it all, I fulfilled my promise. Fragments of the Lonely Road is here. And I do not think you will ever understand what it means. But, I do know, that this art. This project. This vision. It has been worth it. So now, if you made it all the way down here. I want you to rally. I want you to make noise. I want you to share with the world what this is about. I want you to be the storm that says, "shit can be different". And I will be the wave, and show, why that's the case. GM. STAY BREEZY AND... (you say it in the comments!)show more

#HelloBlessedPeople 🙏🏾 30 years ago… I sat and watched... team after team pass me by, most of them TWICE! In my mind, I should’ve already been gone before the 61st pick. The last pick in the first round, or as I thought about it, the first pick in the third round. But because I was not “ideal” and labeled a “tweener”, I sat excitedly, yet angrily, awaiting my name to be called. But as I grew in my walk with Christ, I began to understand that, for the believer, delay is often God’s setup. That frustration… that anger… I was blessed by the Lord to harness those emotions, to build something far greater than what I imagined possible… that chip on my shoulder became an asset to my new teammates, organization, home & fan base, not a liability!! I didn’t run from it. I USED IT. Used it in my preparation. Used it in my mindset. Used it to become who God was calling me to be. What felt like rejection… was really direction. What felt like a setback… was part of His plan. Don’t waste what you feel. Don’t fight it… FAITH it! Use it!! "And we know that God causes everything to work together for the good of those who love God and are called according to his purpose for them." Romans 8:28 #BBTB #ChipOnYourShoulder #UseIt #StayReady #NFLDraftshow more

I’m posting this, why? I really don’t know why.... Other than some idiot told me my leg was f***ed up, looked horrible, that I should wear long pants and should be embarrassed to wear shorts. I turned and quietly walked away. Still, it struck a nerve, it pissed me off. Years ago I took a boat propeller through that knee. I had bilateral tib/fib fractures. Had 13 fractures between the two legs. I had the whole death experience thing. It was a miracle I lived. I was not supposed to keep the leg. They were doubtful I would ever walk again. I spent 4 months in a hospital bed. Did time in a wheelchair. Spent over a year on crutches. Had a cane for a while. There were numerous surgeries. I worked my tail off trying to recover and return to normal. It took many years to get rid of the limp. I now walk without a limp. I run. I bicycle. I snow ski. And some idiot is going to have issue with how my leg looks? Well, that is just too darn bad. Go get a life. I’ll probably delete this in a day or two, but right now I am a bit pissed. Okay, and admittedly a bit bothered by it. It is amazing that it bothered as much as it did. Guess maybe deep inside I was remembering how it used to make me feel when people made fun of me back when I had a limp, and worse yet, how people (yes, strangers) would make fun of me in public when I just starting to walk and had trouble controlling my legs. So, really just venting, shouting into the void. That is all. I am sure I will be okay in the morning.show more

For those asking about sizes, I went for a... Large in the shirt. I tried the medium on and the carlsberg sponsor felt like it was a wrap around my chest. So I wouldn’t say it’s got that 90s ‘baggy’ feel to it. Large was more comfortable. FYI I went a medium in the sweatshirt. That was more fitting but still a little baggy.show more

This was the video I was making before the... police snatched my phone off my hand and he said I was making a video of them doing their work.. I explained to him what I was doing, everyone around also explained to him but he was hell bent on them taking me to their station to invade my privacy. I was scared for my life and my safety cos they were not putting on Uniform and they handled me like a criminal 😡😡 What have I doneshow more

A Canadian’s Disappointment: What I Actually Saw on the... Ground in Xinjiang vs. What Ottawa Claims As a Canadian, I have always taken pride in my country’s commitment to human rights, due diligence, and evidence-based foreign policy. We are a nation that prides itself on “peacekeeping,” not warmongering; on diplomacy, not hyperbole. That is why I find myself profoundly disappointed—not just as a Canadian, but as a citizen of a country that claims to value truth—when I listen to the Parliamentary Questions coming out of Ottawa regarding Xinjiang. The language used in is alarming. Terms like "concentration camps" are thrown around with a casual certainty that bears no resemblance to the reality I have witnessed with my own eyes. Having made three trips to the Xinjiang Uygur Autonomous Region in the last nine months, I have seen a reality that is diametrically opposed to the narrative being pushed by our Members of Parliament. I am not a journalist embedded with a government delegation; I am a Canadian who traveled independently. I went expecting to verify the headlines we see in Canadian media. Instead, what I found was a region vibrant with culture, actively preserved and proudly showcased. Here is what I observed on the ground, and why I believe Ottawa’s rhetoric is not only wrong but dangerously disconnected from the facts. The Cultural Reality I Witnessed During my three trips, I spent time in Kashgar, Urumqi, Tashkurgan and the surrounding areas. The narrative I was sold in Canada was one of cultural erasure. The reality I experienced was the exact opposite. 1. The Old City of Kashgar One of the most striking examples of cultural preservation is the Old City of Kashgar. Canadian politicians describe a region being "flattened" or "assimilated." Yet, I walked through the labyrinthine alleyways of this ancient Uygur city, which has been meticulously preserved as a historical site. The local government didn’t tear it down; they invested in upgrading the infrastructure, running water, natural gas lines, and earthquake proofing, while maintaining the traditional Uygur architecture, wooden pillars, and intricate brickwork. In the evenings, I watched in the alleyways while children ran through streets paved with traditional kuzi bricks. This wasn’t a ghost town; it was a living, breathing historical center. 2. The Grand Bazaar and Livelihoods The Id Kah Bazaar in Kashgar is not only open; it is thriving. I saw Uygur artisans selling hand-engraved copperware, traditional atlas silk, and locally grown dried fruits. Far from being forced into labor, I spoke with shop owners who explained that tourism encouraged by the government’s infrastructure investments had allowed them to expand their family businesses. If the goal were cultural genocide, as some Canadian MPs allege, why would the state invest billions into preserving the mihrabs in mosques, restoring the Id Kah Mosque (one of the largest in China), and promoting Uygur cuisine and music festivals? It simply doesn’t add up. 3. Videos from the Ground I am sharing some videos in my posts to show the reality. In one clip, you can see Uygur dance another a traditional wedding I went too. The Disconnect in Ottawa As a Canadian, this embarrasses me. We claim to be a nation that stands for truth and reconciliation. Yet, when given the opportunity to send independent observers or journalists to verify facts, our government often chooses to boycott or criticize the very invitation for transparency. If our Parliament is going to make accusations as severe as "genocide" and "concentration camps," the onus is on them to provide evidence. My three trips over the last nine months provided evidence of the opposite: a region where Uygur culture is not only preserved but celebrated, and where the so-called "camps" are actually vocational training centres, facilities I drove by I that looked into them focused on giving people skills in Mandarin and industrial skills. #Xinjiangshow more

Bittersweet to share that today is my last day... at Wealthsimple As I move on to a new role, I reflect on the amazing work we’ve made together in just under 2 years. I am extremely grateful for the opportunities to grow my craft as a 3D artist and motion designer and will forever cherish this moment in time with the stellar WS Brand team.show more

So two Brits do their best to relocate to... Australia and set up a new life for themselves and due to a company closing + Visa issues they have to return to the UK People make out it’s easy to just up sticks and leave but I’m telling you from experience it’s really not unless you have a skill that’s in high demand or get married etc “Never in my life did I think I would post this. But here it is: I am leaving Australia. My chosen home. The place that shaped me. The place I thought I would grow old in. It still feels unreal. But sometimes life turns around and has different plans for us. What happened: my partner and I were on a sponsor visa and about to get our permanent residency in March 2026. A few months ago we got the news that his company was sold. At the same time, his occupation was removed from the visa list, which meant there was no real way for us to apply for another visa. There were other options to get PR, but after four years of working hard and spending a lot of money, we both didn’t feel ready to start another process. So we decided to take it as a sign and leave Australia. But the closer the day comes, the sadder I feel. To leave my home, my apartment, my people and the life I built here. For some it’s just a country, but for me it’s the life I created that I now have to say goodbye to. And honestly it’s breaking my heart 💔 #australia #permanentrresidency #movingabroad #expat #expatlife”show more

Can you believe people sleep under such structures? As... a journalist, I don’t stay in the same place and I’m constantly on the move. Yesterday, I decided to go spend some time with my family in Jabalia where we had tuna and mayonnaise for dinner. I went to the bathroom and saw the ceiling covered in mosquitoes and the smell of sewage was overwhelming. The living room has a massive column broken in from the neighboring building. Somehow my family is adapting to all of this. Sharing a small bowl of tuna, surrounded by a horrible smell, walls covered in mosquitoes and somehow they still manage to crack jokes and bring me joy. But still, my feeling of helplessness broke me. I couldn’t bring more than some tuna, I can’t fix a sewage system that was completely obliterated, I can’t protect them from the mosquitoes, I can’t rebuild the home. Every night, when it’s my thoughts and the buzzing of drones, I wonder if the house will collapse on my family. On my parents, my sisters, my brothers, our cat and its four kittens. I wonder if the house will get bombed while they’re all inside. I don’t want them to die without me. If they will die, I hope it’s on one of the days that I’m visiting them. Support my work as a journalist here:show more

Claude Mythos is Insane! If I were asked in... an interview, "What do you consider the pinnacle of design skill?", that would be my exact answer. To become a reference. For me, the ultimate compliment is when your work becomes a benchmark for someone else. I want people to point at my projects, bring them to other designers, and say, "We want it exactly like this." P.S. If you want the prompt to create a design in this style, let me know in the comments!show more