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The Colbert Report 11.19.14
You see how she explained how race is a social construct (it is) while ALSO SAYING THAT RACISM EXISTS AND IS FUCKED UP? You see how she did that? Don’t mistake this for colorblindness because it clearly isn’t.
I’ve seen so many folks of all races (mostly White people) on FB saying this is an validation of colorblindness and I’m just like DID YOU JUST STOP LISTENING AFTER THE FIRST SENTENCE OR WHAT?!
Library Gothic
“Do you have that book?” a patron asks. You reply, “I’m sorry, could you be more specific?” “The book,” is the only answer you get. This happens with three more patrons today. “I’m sorry,” you say to them all, “I don’t know what book you’re talking about.” The book. The book. The Book. Should you know The Book? Should you have The Book?
An elderly couple comes in every morning for the newspaper. Nobody remembers a time that they didn’t. They have always been elderly. There’s a faint foul smell in the library when they’re in.
There is a branch on the system map that you’ve never heard anyone talk about. You’ve never seen books with their branch sticker come in and you’ve never sent books to them. You asked a co-worker about it once, but they just smiled and asked how much shelf reading you got done that day. You tried to find it once, but kept finding yourself in the same grocery store parking lot over and over.
You weed for hours. There are no fewer books on the shelves. You weed for days. There is still no room for the new books that have come in. You weed for months. You feel like you’ve withdrawn a lot of these books already. You know you threw this stained, tattered, moldy copy of Bleak House in recycling a while ago. You weed for years. You weed forever.
(You never weed books on witchcraft. In fact, you put ten brand new ones on the shelf yesterday. They have already disappeared.)
One day the elderly couple doesn’t come in. The library has a much fouler smell that usual during the time they’re regularly in.
You go through a box of donations and at the very bottom you find a copy of Ramona Quimby, Age 8. You loved that book as a child, and it looks like the same edition. You open it to check the publishing date and there is your name and childhood phone number written in purple crayola marker in your 8-year-old self’s handwriting. You did not grow up around here. Your family is not close.
You go through a box of donations and at the very bottom you find a book with a photo used as a bookmark. You take it out to let the patron know they left it in there next time they come in. The photo is of a child at the beach and you would swear that it was a picture of you, but you have no memory of that swimsuit and no memory of that beach. The patron does not return.
You go through a box of donations and at the very bottom you find a book written in a language you can’t identify. You pass it around to your coworkers, and none of them know either. You upload a picture of the cover to reverse google image search and there are no matches. You open the book to double check for copyright information and you don’t know how you missed it until now but there is your your name and childhood phone number written in purple crayola marker in your 8-year-old self’s handwriting.
“Do you have that book?” a patron asks. You reply, “I’m sorry, I don’t know what book you’re talking about,” even though this time you get the nagging feeling that you do.
fuck u im not raising my arm mulder
#collect me all the images of fox mulder bending down like a pretzel in order to better fold himself into scully’s personal bubble (via harrietvane)
I asked a young White woman why she was studying social anthropology. She replied that she was hoping to go to Zimbabwe, and felt that she could help women there by advising them how to organize. The Black women in the audience gasped in astonishment. Here was someone scarcely past girlhood, who had just started university and had never fought a war in her life. She was planning to go to Africa to teach female veterans of a liberation struggle how to organize! This is the kind of arrogant, if not absurd attitude we encounter repeatedly. It makes one think: Better the distant armchair anthropologists than these ‘sisters’.
Nigerian feminist Ifi Amadiume (via newwavefeminism)
Why I Draw and Don’t Talk by Sophie Cangelosi
what bothers me about the way we talk about slavery is that we are constantly pointing out the ways that slavery has changed black people and our culture today, but we don’t talk about what owning and torturing and raping and killing millions of people has done to white people, and the white psyche
like dudes who got into punk/metal/hardcore/whatever because they didn’t fit in with the cool kids in their area but still manage to have the same hypermasculine tendencies and rhetoric are so transparent and abundant
autism wars: On Digital Exhibitionism By Autism Parents: Why Parents Live Tweeting Their Disabled Children’s Worst Moments Is Red Flag That Should Concern Everyone
On why it is unhealthy for parents to over-share their children’s worst moments on social media, especially when those children have disabilities…
"The Internet age has given rise to a dangerous type of exhibitionism among people in general, and people who need parenting courses in particular."
Someone finally said it.
not interested in: • girls putting other girls down to build themselves/others up • “girl games” • competing with other girls
super into: • complimenting girls • close female friendships • girls mentoring girls
i want to achieve “she’s adorable and i will protect her at all costs but also i am slightly frightened by her power”
Our photographer: Can you smile for the camera, Gillian?
GA: I don’t smile.
Our photographer: Can you look impish?
GA: I can do impish.
CW: You do impish but you don’t smile?
GA: [Laughing] Yes. Do you know what’s funny? Sometimes I’ll see photographs of myself in the early days of The X-Files, and I think that my attitude towards the whole thing was very similar to Kristen Stewart’s. There’s a very similar look in my eye: slightly defiant, slightly bored. All I ever got was: “Smile! Smile!” when I didn’t want to smile. And I really wish that somebody at that time had told me: “You know that it’s OK to be who you really are.”
— Gillian Anderson on Feminism, Being Asked to Smile, & Not Feeling Sorry For Men, TheMarySue.com
I know its kinda long but its def worth the read, i stumbled across it while scrolling down my timeline…
READ EVERY SINGLE ONE.
Shout out to Amber Rose for bringing this conversation to the light
“Nobody knows how to die. Max Blecher, because he was young and a genius, suggests a way that investigates, rediscovers life, and radiates beauty from suffering.”
On Max Blecher’s newly reissued Adventures in Immediate Irreality.
Libraries have had a long history of dealing with authoritarian organizations demanding reader records—who’s read what—and this has led to people being rounded up and killed. As a librarian, you take this very, very seriously. So, when you get demands for information about a patron’s activities, there are things that sort of flash before your mind. Where am I? What century is this? What country am I in?
What It’s Like to Get a National-Security Letter : The New Yorker
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In my last gig in a public library, I would have to explain to adorable old ladies why we weren’t keeping records of which cat-mystery they had read. I remember, as a teenager in the library, hearing the librarians rail against The Patriot Act. Go on. Ask me how I feel about metadata. Ask me how I feel about the NSA.
What’s interesting for someone like me, who understands possibly better than your average-bear the architecture of record-holding in the 21st century, is how important it is to think about how information is kept even before you build the archival system.
That public library I worked at? They transitioned from a paper-cataloging system to digital as The Patriot Act was written. The director bullied the poor systems administrator for the new software into deleting the option of ever remembering a patron’s borrowing history. Now, you may think that patron’s borrowing history isn’t a huge deal, but historically what books you were reading was very dangerous indeed (see: every contentious change of religion post-Gutenberg as an example).
How something is built matters; any architect can tell you that. Hell, any writer or painter can tell you that. But we are only now learning (perhaps too little too late) that maybe systems engineers needed to remember to build with security in mind. Security advocates (read: those often tagged as “hackers” because we have migrated into a sci-fi novel and are only now just realizing it dear lord help us all) have been saying this for years, but we’re only now just getting around realizing that our castles were built on sand.*
*America’s capital is built on a swamp and is slowly, inexorably, sinking into a boggy grave. I cannot think of a better metaphor.
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(via princehal9000)
Libraries have gone through this before. We decided that it was better to not have this information than to have it and be able to do a couple neat things with it.
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