Game Changer & Make Some Noise
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shark vs the universe
TMBGareOK. The Official They Might Be Giants tumblr
let's talk about Bridgerton tea, my ask is open
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The Bowery Presents
Lint Roller? I Barely Know Her
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Love Begins
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You are a child of the universe, no less than the trees and the stars; you have a right to be here. And whether or not it is clear to you, no doubt the universe is unfolding as it should. Therefore be at peace with God, whatever you conceive Him to be, and whatever your labors and aspirations, in the noisy confusion of life keep peace with your soul. With all its sham, drudgery and broken dreams, it is still a beautiful world.
Max Ehrmann (1927), "Desiderata"
Reenactment of how the dinosaurs became extinct.
Wow I love the science side of tumblr
Want to join thousands of others raising their voices for change? Register as a Global Citizen, and start taking action to fight extreme poverty today.
-From Life Doesn't Frighten Me by Maya Angelou, as illustrated by Basquiat
False Superiority
In the developing world, condoms raise other issues. In some cultures, men are so resistant that women must engage in delicate “condom negotiation.” And women who carry condoms might be assumed to be prostitutes.
-NYT
I often come across stuff like this in American news articles.... Authors will write about something bad that happens all over the world but will portray it as something that happens only in "the developing world" or the Middle East or sub-Saharan Africa. Such writing feeds Western delusions of superiority over other cultures... In fact, American police have used condoms as evidence that women are commercial sex workers-- something that has been covered in the NYT.
I believe in the Prince of Peace. I believe that War is Murder. I believe that armies and navies are at bottom the tinsel and braggadocio of oppression and wrong; and I believe that the wicked conquest of weaker and darker nations by nations whiter and stronger but foreshadows the death of that strength.
-W.E.B. DuBois, "Credo", Oct. 6, 1904
I shall die in Paris, in a rainstorm, On a day I already remember. I shall die in Paris— it does not bother me— Doubtless on a Thursday, like today, in autumn. It shall be a Thursday, because today, Thursday As I put down these lines, I have set my shoulders To the evil. Never like today have I turned, And headed my whole journey to the ways where I am alone. César Vallejo is dead. They struck him, All of them, though he did nothing to them, They hit him hard with a stick and hard also With the end of a rope. Witnesses are: the Thursdays, The shoulder bones, the loneliness, the rain, and the roads…
-César Vallejo, "Black Stone on Top of a White Stone"
Man uses American flag to assault civil rights activist. 1976.
American politics in one image.
Seriously, Harry?
Drawing of Diving Dress, 12/24/1810
touche
the cause of gay equality poses no real threat to elite factions or to how political and economic power in the US are distributed. If anything, it bolsters those power structures because it completely and harmlessly assimilates a previously excluded group into existing institutions and thus incentivizes them to accommodate those institutions and adopt their mindset.
-Glenn Greenwald
Kristof responds with his “starfish parable,” which goes something like this:
Walking along a beach covered in stranded starfish washed up by the tide you encounter a young girl picking up the starfish one by one and throwing them back into the ocean. “Why,” you ask her, “are you bothering to throw the starfish back into the water, when you obviously will never be able to throw them all back?” “True,” she says, “but look” and she bends over and picks up another starfish and throws it out to sea. “See I have helped that one.”
What is so marked about this story, though, is how much it reflects Kristof’s limited approach to global poverty and aid. It also illustrates the extent to which his writing embodies and defends a particular relationship between Americans and Africans—naturalized, individualized and apolitical—that is so prevalent today. First, starfish are washed ashore by an inexplicable random and completely unstoppable force—a high tide, an ocean without cause or agenda—certainly not worth interrogating about why or how starfish are being washed ashore. On the beach the starfish are helpless and voiceless, unable to solve or even articulate their problem. One young girl comes along, and without pondering or asking what the starfish might prefer—a nice rock pool or a communal return to the water, for example—throws them one at a time back into the ocean. Especially scary is that her action will inevitably lead to the starfish being once again washed ashore by a mindless tide [...]
This model does not question the causes of poverty, either general or specific, for the people it is meant to help. It does not pay attention to what people are doing for themselves or ask what they need. It is founded on a story that treats people as if they were just part of a natural landscape washed ashore by forces that aid agencies do not participate in or have any control over. It offers solutions, often expensive and technological, and therefore measurable, that inevitably cannot be sustained or make any genuine long term change in the lives of poor people around the world.
There's nothing wrong per se with paying more attention to tragedy and violence that happens relatively nearby and in familiar places. Whether wrong or not, it's probably human nature, or at least human instinct, to do that, and that happens all over the world. I'm not criticizing that. But one wishes that the empathy for victims and outrage over the ending of innocent human life that instantly arises when the US is targeted by this sort of violence would at least translate into similar concern when the US is perpetrating it, as it so often does (far, far more often than it is targeted by such violence).
Regardless of your views of justification and intent: whatever rage you're feeling toward the perpetrator of this Boston attack, that's the rage in sustained form that people across the world feel toward the US for killing innocent people in their countries. Whatever sadness you feel for yesterday's victims, the same level of sadness is warranted for the innocent people whose lives are ended by American bombs. However profound a loss you recognize the parents and family members of these victims to have suffered, that's the same loss experienced by victims of US violence. It's natural that it won't be felt as intensely when the victims are far away and mostly invisible, but applying these reactions to those acts of US aggression would go a long way toward better understanding what they are and the outcomes they generate.
-Glenn Greenwald, "The Boston bombing produces familiar and revealing reactions"
"who doesn't lust after Birgitte Nyborg?"
The Temptations, Newark, N.J. 1968 by Walter Iooss Jr.
African people may be present either as backdrops to the Westerners’ adventures and discovery or as embodiments of African primevalness; helpless characters in travelers’ stories about self-discovery and responsibility.
-Kathryn Mathers, "Mr. Kristof, I Presume?'
