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Like the dodo and the great auk, the Tasmanian tiger found a curious immortality as a global icon of extinction, more renowned for the tragedy of its death than for its life, about which little is known. In the words of the Tasmanian novelist Richard Flanagan, it became “a lost object of awe, one more symbol of our feckless ignorance and stupidity.”
But then something unexpected happened. Long after the accepted date of extinction, Tasmanians kept reporting that they’d seen the animal. There were hundreds of officially recorded sightings, plus many more that remained unofficial, spanning decades.
Read the full story, “The Obsessive Search for the Tasmanian Tiger,” here.
-Nicole Krauss, The History of Love
Recently, an 8-year-old Chinese boy walked approximately 3 miles (4,8 km) to his Zhuanshanbao Primary School in the township of Xinjie in Yunnan Province, China. In 16°F (-9°C) cold. To take an exam. After his trek went viral, people started contacting the school, trying to contribute in any way they could to improve learning conditions for him and other students.
Fu Heng, the headmaster of the primary school, could not believe his eyes. Upon arrival, his student had icicles instead of his hair and eyebrows, contrasting with his burning red cheeks. Heng snapped a picture of the little fellow, marking the beginning of this crazy story. The internet has dubbed him as “Ice Boy,” and soon the school has received more than $15,000 in donations, 20 heating equipment and 144 warm set of clothes.
“It was the first day of their final exams,” Heng said. “The temperatures dropped to minus nine degrees Celsius in about 30 minutes that morning.” The headmaster claimed the boy lives far away from the school. Heng also noted that he is considered as the “class clown”, constantly finding ways to make his 16 classmates die of laughter. It’s crazy to think the boy maintains a positive attitude, despite living in extreme poverty and spending most of the time with his sister and grandma only.
According to Fu, the school tries to watch over him and others as much as it can, providing them with breakfast but admitted that their classrooms weren’t properly heated due to a lack of funding. Moved by the boy’s will, people on the internet hope he can build himself a better life if he continues to put his education first. (Source)
Trying to find something to motivate myself and I found this little line from Van Gogh
But good God, what’s wrong with me, after all? What am I missing? Why this emptiness, this nostalgia? What is this anxiety, as if I only loved something I didn’t know?
Clarice Lispector, from a letter to Fernando Sabino featured in Why This World: A Biography of Clarice Lispector (via violentwavesofemotion)
IF YOU NEED TO CALL 911 BUT ARE SCARED TO BECAUSE OF SOMEONE IN THE ROOM, dial and ask for a pepperoni pizza. They will ask if you know you’re calling 911. Say yes, and continue pretending you’re making an order. They’ll ask if there’s someone in the room.
You can ask how long it will take for the pizza to get to you, and they will tell you how far away a dispatcher is.
Here is an example video
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I’ve done this. I’m alive because of this.
My flat-mate’s date for the night was almost as drunk as her. She had passed out in her room and locked the door. He refused to leave because he wanted to have sex. He also demanded food because he was dealing with “whiskey dick”. He didn’t like the lack of food in the fridge. I called 911, did the stuff stated above, and he was getting PISSED about how long the “order” was taking. He took my phone, demanded they “hurry the fuck up”. Police arrived two minutes later, arrested him, and helped me file a police report. Pressing charges wasn’t necessary because he had warrants on him from THREE different states for the very thing he planned to do to me. Several months after this happened one of the officers informed me he was charged with two felonies because he crossed stay lines, and will be serving no less than 35 years in prison. The officer ripped into my flat-mate about her bringing home complete strangers, while drunk, knowing full well this shit could happen.
This was 14 years ago.
Do the pizza order, do it as calmly as you can. The dispatcher I spoke to said things like this:
“If he’s drunk say you want mushrooms.” I said I want extra mushrooms.
“If he’s threatening you with sexual assault say you want onions.” I said I want onions.
She went like this with different toppings and sauces for a description of him, like pineapple if he’s blonde, black olives if he’s tall, extra large if he’s tall, etc.
They’ve heard this sort of coded call before. They’re trained for it. They will understand what you’re saying. Order the pizza.
Really though. I’m in training for dispatch and this was one of the first things they taught us. Pretend you’re talking to a friend or relative, pretend you’re ordering pizza, we’ll figure it out. We’ll word questions so you can answer in an easy, casual way. Please, just make the call and we will do everything we can to help you.
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listen……. ‘my love’ is literally the strongest and greatest pet name in existence. there is literally nothin better than somone callin you that….. especially when things are soft and quiet and they look at you with utter adoration and whisper “what’s the matter, my love??” or “i hope everything is okay with you, my love” like oh my god?? let me marry you already
At some point in life the world’s beauty becomes enough. You don’t need to photograph, paint or even remember it. It is enough. No record of it needs to be kept and you don’t need someone to share it with or tell it to. When that happens — that letting go — you let go because you can.
Toni Morrison, Tar Baby. (via kuanios)
I think of race as something akin to climate change, a force we don’t have to believe in for it to kill us.
Kyle Dargan, “Daily Conscription,” via poets.org (via bostonpoetryslam)
solidarity is a word, a lot of people say it i’m not sure what it means in the flesh i know i love & have cried for my friends their browns a different brown than mine that i have danced their dances when taught & tasted how their mothers use rice different than mine. i know sometimes i can’t see beyond my own pain, pass but black & white, that bullets love any flesh. i don’t know how to write this poem i want to say something about all of us without speaking for all of us, i want to say i know it’s foolish to compare. (what advice do the drowned have for the burned? what gossip is there between the hung & the buried?)
Danez Smith, “what was said on the bus stop,” published in Literary Hub (via bostonpoetryslam)
Why do I keep doing this to myself? At 12,000+feet in elevation and 4 miles in, I had the view of Northern Arizona at my feet. Yet I couldn’t rationalize why I was putting my body and testing my mind for a grandiose view - it seemed too simple. The answer fell between my bruised legs and bl
Hiked the highest peak in elevation in Arizona and wrote a journal entry about it.