I’m not sure why I’m crying at this, but I am
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@conejitobo
I’m not sure why I’m crying at this, but I am
i would like everyone to remember that it is mother's day tomorrow, too (at Malibu, California)
In Lieu of Flowers
Funeral services will be held at St. Mary’s Catholic Church this Friday, February 28th at 11am.
In Lieu of flowers, try harder.
In Lieu of flowers, please be proud of all of your achievements.
In Lieu of Flowers, fuck off.
In Lieu of Flowers, how bout love.
In lieu of f, why don’t you go hug a dog?
In Lieuf of Flowers, how about some Mexican food and margaritas.
In Lieu of Flowers, sorry for your loss.
In lieu of flowers, love your mother.
In lieu of flowers, love yourself.
In lieu of flowers, go be free.
In Lieu of flowers, please reach out to your community.
In the loo with flowers, fight the power.
In Lieu of flowers, plant some trees.
In Lieu of flowers, are you being nice?
🍕📡 (at Benny Marzano's)
cool evenings like miles above (at Castro's Crest)
A cartoon by Tom Toro.
Find more cartoons from this week’s issue.
#yeslourde (at Machines)
arborescent #1
we would start and finish the way
a tree’s bottom half can flourish
after being struck by lightning /
the queen anne’s lace was all over
that summer you should have been your own pet -
white stars rolling along /
higher than the mountain highway
we built for safety, a circle
we’re still trying to see straight
rebel, revel
Parents want us to play the same games they did: invest, in yourself, in others, in book learning, creep on the future, be reasonable, listen to wisdom, write it down, etc. And i can hold my mother’s arm when i take her out to dinner, and i can tell my father that he’s wrong, and i can hold my own through all of this, even though in their truest, worst moments they don’t really want me to, and i can say i’m a rebel and we are different and fuck off.
These are thoughtful revolutions, all of them, but lenin had to get on a train to get real. Excessive talking kills hearts and minds. We will tumble The Revolution with our words and our pictures, which, don’t get it twisted - are just wordsx1000. In fact, It will be 1000x1000 pictures, televised with anderson cooper telling us why It matters, so we can acknowledge ‘what went wrong’ and try to move forward.
hi
hi
wut u doin
nothin
kk. love you.
Those are words not worth saying. Those are words to keep things the same.
I hope that these, on both one hand and the other, are words worth saying: Throw the baby out, keep the bathwater, and Loving Too Much should not be shameful, and, especially, please don’t forget that we will be eaten alive by the things that give us a reason to breathe.
Source: Communion: The Female Search For Love by bell hooks
Missed Connections
Coffee makes me cry anymore:
waking up to the way I felt about the world
yesterday, but which way I had slept off
while I kissed you.
The sobriety of giving love:
I am only just learning, you know.
I am only just learning, be slow
in taking
the assurance I gave you that the world was going to be fine.
What a wonderful task for me to put my mind to -
and I still won’t ever want to call it a lie.
Which is to call out to you, my dear witch, you are the magical truth.
Oh and I believe, you know, but then something hits -
I know you know this -
something fuzzy like punk
or majestic like looking down from very high.
And all the sudden it’s too much truth,
like the actual silver numbers on how many people spend
how much time on craigslist,
waiting for missed connections to write them back.
compassion
When painting for yourself a picture of someone be careful to make sure that you have seen the full spectrum to the best of your ability. For those you see as ugly or unkind may truly be the most compassionate people. Exploring others in love and not in hate is one of the most powerful things humans can do to create peace. Love always wins, obvi. xx
Unzipping The Double Helix
The Double Helix, James Watson’s personal account of the discovery of DNA’s helical structure, is a unique work in the catalog of science history. It’s a combination of unabashed personal accounts, biased perspectives, frank (and often unfair) judgments, and it shines a very particular shade of light on a singular era of science. That light is an embellished truth, and, in the case of Rosalind Franklin, victimized her legacy.
That’s why this newly released version of the book has me so excited. Photos, letters and all kinds of historical annotation are included alongside Watson’s original account, to add depth and context to many of his claims. The origin of conflict between Maurice Wilkins and Rosalind Franklin boils down to a single letter, and Watson’s famous (and sexist) account of Franklin’s “homeliness” and feminism is countered by the words of many others who knew her. The photos, letters and doodles included not only correct parts of Watson’s less-than-historically-accurate account of the discovery, but it adds a depth to all of the larger-than-life characters featured within.
Maggie Koerth-Baker from Boing Boing spoke with James Watson regarding his thoughts on the new edition, and his answers may surprise you. If you read one thing this week, read her interview.
I’ve met James Watson, and spent an evening (not one-on-one, unfortunately) talking with him, hearing his various thoughts on science, the world and those who live in it. I came away with the discovery that these characters are, in fact, people. They can be painted in a way that either darkens or illuminates their best features. Watson’s charmingly unapologetic take on the world has accomplished the former many times over, and books like this one promise to do the latter.
If I had to distill him into a single statement, this line from Maggie’s interview does it:
Friendships almost have to evaporate when a scientist chooses unilaterally to work toward a scientific objective also pursued by a friend.
(via Boing Boing)
this is 100x funnier because of the guy laughing so hard he can barely breath
Oh man this is gold.
Slightly inaccurate map in last year’s school planner.
looks like the ottomans are threatening american land holdings in greenland again...
#orientalism #knowledgeproduction #walkabout #seeforyourself
I really can’t stand black folk who are negative about this awakening.
This one girl on my Facebook timeline was all sarcastic like “ohh, so now all of a sudden all the black people on my timeline wanna celebrate Kwanzaa. Oh okayyy…..”
Like yes.
Kwanzaa wasn’t emphasized to a good number of...
Hearing damage
Today I have hearing damage from the show that was yesterday.
A ringing in my ears and a better idea of how it is that I turn around
and shout out loud the names of people I've only just met;
the noise stays inside, underwater is better, and flying is divine down the 110 once the cops have started drinking, too.
//
So, Siren, who just so happens to sidle up in darkness,
I think we're in luck with this brand new silence, your head on my shoulder:
I've heard your singing would put me to sleep,
and we have a long way to go yet.