#mac died

[sorenserotonin]

AU where I'm not Like This

[heyreadabook]

https://anonfiles.com/file/9fdc34355ed02f8458f312870e078cee

Although Hurston is better known for her novels, particularly Their Eyes Were Watching God, she might have been prouder of her anthropological field work. In 1927, with the support of Franz Boas, the dean of American anthropologists, Hurston traveled the Deep South collecting stories from black laborers, farmers, craftsmen and idlers. These tales featured a cast of characters made famous in Joel Chandler Harris’s bowdlerized Uncle Remus versions, including John (related, no doubt, to High John the Conqueror), Brer Fox and various slaves. But for Hurston these stories were more than entertainments; they represented a utopia created to offset the sometimes unbearable pressures of disenfranchisement: “Brer Fox, Brer Deer, Brer ‘Gator, Brer Dawg, Brer Rabbit, Ole Massa and his wife were walking the earth like natural men way back in the days when God himself was on the ground and men could talk with him.” Hurston’s notes, which somehow got lost, were recently rediscovered in someone else’s papers at the Smithsonian. Divided into 15 categories (“Woman Tales,” “Neatest Trick Tales,” etc.), the stories as she jotted them down range from mere jokes of a few paragraphs to three-page episodes. Many are set “in slavery time,” with “massa” portrayed as an often-gulled, but always potentially punitive, presence. There are a variety of “how come” and trickster stories, written in dialect. Acting the part of the good anthropologist, Hurston is scrupulously impersonal, and, as a result, the tales bear few traces of her inimitable voice, unlike Tell My Horse, her classic study of Haitian voodoo. Though this may limit the book’s appeal among general readers, it is a boon for Hurston scholars and may, as Kaplan says in her introduction, establish Hurston’s importance as an African-American folklorist. (Dec.)Forecast: Hurston’s name will ensure this title ample review coverage, and it should do well among lovers of folktales, particularly those curious about Hurston’s career in the field.

[sieg-ziggurat]

My mates Mac died...so I made him this to cheer him up.

[chrmn-blog]

An update from SF

Today was such a long day guys - yesterday (which was Sunday), after my coding class, my MacBook Pro died on me. Sputtered and died, and I couldn't get it to start. I didn't have my data backed up, brought it to the Genius Bar at the SF Apple Store (why don't we have such easy access to Mac help in SG??) and they said it's liquid damage. That's what's got my device down again. Corrosion a casino chip-wide on my main logic board, which explains the shorted circuits and goodness knows what other components are being affected. In short, my Mac is in big trouble. Hardware repairs are flat rate USD 820 and would take a week. I need to stop putting my devices in wet places - there's such a high price to pay. First my iPhone, then this. Can't imagine the cost if I were in SG, this blob of rust was just waiting to happen. Anyway my bosses are awesome: they went out and got a Mac Air today so I could have something to work on for a year while I figure out whether to fix my laptop or not. And I get to experience the whole 1kg, 11-hour battery life piece of genius engineering. So thankful!! I know my blog posts are like instas of food + my tech woes, but I'll have it sorted out soon. In a nutshell: it's August 12, it's the two-week mark on my one year in Silicon Valley; I'm living in San Francisco and interning at an awesome startup you wanna check out if you're planning on getting married, or not, or if you're already married: http://www.honeybook.com :)

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