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olivia rodrigo was meant to lez out behind the scenes of her acclaimed indie rock band but her destiny was stolen from her by big disney channel
some of yall didnt go insane at 15 and it shows
Never read Baldwin before?
Nonfiction
The Price of The Ticket (borrow from IA)
The Fire Next Time (pdf download)
Notes of A Native Son (pdf download)
Nothing Personal (read on IA - not great quality sorry)
The Last Interview (pdf download) (only 10 pages!)
Fiction
Giovanni's Room (pdf download)
If Beale Street Could Talk (pdf download)
BONUS
Little Man Little Man (read or pdf download on scribd) (Baldwin's only children's book)
Go Tell It On The Mountain (pdf download)
Another Country (pdf and epub download)
Sonny's Blues (pdf download)
Going to Meet the Man (pdf download)
My next Black History Month request:
Pick one of James Baldwin's works and read it!!! The Fire Next Time is an excellent essay, most of us are familiar with the quote on gay white people from The Last Interview but not the rest of it. If Beale Street Could Talk even has a movie!
i love reading my own blog… its like a window into a version of tumblr with no bad posts, because i never have made a bad post in my life and my blog is perfect
Bunnies by Lily Seika Jones
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I'm so close to having a coherent thought about this, but I find it very interesting how violent behaviour is viewed in characters, versus other sorts of antisocial behaviour (-phobias, -isms, etc). maybe it's the perceived separation from reality? because if you're lucky, nobody in your life will ever slit anyone's throat, so you get to view it as an abstract and fantastical action. it's pure play! whereas if a character says something like "you look fat in those jeans", BAM! instant hatred, because now you can link it to painful moments in your own life. even though the people you've heard those words from (moms, aunties, grandmas) are probably people that you still love.
which is why you get all these books that embrace hyper violence but flinch away from any -phobias and -isms, because that would be uncomfortable.
what makes the dissonance especially jarring is that viewing violence as abstract is a privilege. in Canada and the States, we get to sit comfortably in our homes while our governments fund weapons and send troops to inflict violence overseas. and sure, we can watch a genocide live-streamed on social media, but it still feels distant.
don't confuse this as me saying violence shouldn't be written about! everything should be written about! it's more me wondering why violence feels comfortable to write about, when arguably milder social offences do not.
Cryptozoology is my favourite kind of fake science stuff. Wish there was also cryptobotany, like mothman but its just a really big fern in the middle of a field with literally nothing else around it , that spawned in the dead of night, might have killed a few people and never shows up in photos, and no one is sure its even real
Cryptogeology is also like "Yeah, that mountain likes to move around. Nobody's seen it do it. But I've been tracking it since Saskatoon."
"There are no mountains in Saskatoon."
"Not anymore, there aren't."
Cryptogeography: didn't used to be a France there
one day I’ll get over it and the lump in my throat when I try to talk about it won’t exist
5 chances (2007)
dog i gotta move like yesterday
call me a wish mouse the way she [remembers wish mice are creatures from a particularly gruesome dream my friend had several years ago and are not recognizable figures to anyone else] whatever
Okay, I was under the impression that radio DJs in vinyl days were only capable of playing singles - not true! Slip-cueing was the technique.
You put your EP or LP on the table and spin it till you get to the song you want, then you back-cue the song by winding the record back by hand until you find the start of the track. You then hold the record in place, letting the spinning turntable slip beneath it until you're ready to release that sucker to the airwaves.
Did not know! Gen Z regard vinyl as if each disc were a piece of the Rosetta Stone. Don't you dare even breathe on my vinyl, she will get frightened and turn to ash.
this is genuinely how i react everytime i see paul robalino
Christopher is so fucking stupid little meow meow I hate him