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祝日 / Permanent Vacation
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Lint Roller? I Barely Know Her
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Found from various places online:
The Pedagogy of the Oppressed by Paulo Freire
Angela Y. Davis - Are Prisons Obsolete?
Angela Y. Davis - Race, Women, and Class
The Communist Manifesto - Marx and Engels
Sister Outsider: Essays and Speeches by Audre Lorde (link updated 1/14)
nothing is more satisfying than someone walking right past ur hiding spot in hide and seek
how old are you
"thatkilljoy" living up to the url i see
what she says: i'm fine
what she means: Take a look at this. That right there is the mail. Now let’s talk about the mail. Can we talk about the mail, please, Mac? I’ve been dying to talk about the mail with you all day, OK? “Pepe Silvia,” this name keeps coming up over and over again. Every day Pepe’s mail is getting sent back to me. Pepe Silvia! Pepe Silvia! I look in the mail, and this whole box is Pepe Silvia! So I say to myself, “I gotta find this guy! I gotta go up to his office and put his mail in the guy’s goddamn hands! Otherwise, he’s never going to get it and he’s going to keep coming back down here.” So I go up to Pepe’s office and what do I find out, Mac? What do I find out?! There is no Pepe Silvia. The man does not exist, okay? So I decide, “Oh shit, buddy, I gotta dig a little deeper.” There’s no Pepe Silvia? You gotta be kidding me! I got boxes full of Pepe! All right. So I start marchin’ my way down to Carol in HR and I knock on her door and I say, “CAAAAROL! CAAROOOLLLL! I gotta talk to you about Pepe.” And when I open the door what do I find? There’s not a single goddamn desk in that office! There…is…no…Carol in HR. Mac, half the employees in this building have been made up. This office is a goddamn ghost town.
I’m late to Game of Thrones - but I caught up. And I couldn’t help photoshopping this picture of Khal Drogo as a Klingon. Anyone sad enough to be familiar with both GOT and Star Trek knows exactly what I’m talking about.
The Klingons are the Dothraki of Star Trek - the scary,...
We are family, Minna Sundberg
Oh, Gorecki, you beautiful mollymawk: As redemptive as the albatross swimming in the starchy Atlantic foam, as liberated as a trout flying against the drying rock, as searching as the dawn which finds a hen left scattered by a fox. And as tall as the ocean that will swallow them all! What else can you listen to when the night won't let you dream? "The name mollymawk was coined in the 17th century from the German rendering of the Dutch Mallemugge, which meant mal – foolish and mok – gull."
Her skin was very black, and she was made fully aware of that, along with the fact that her nose was too large. The aesthetics of race—and the loathing and self-loathing inflicted on those who vary from accepted standards of beauty—is one of the most pervasive aspects of racism, yet it is not often discussed.
"Raised Voice", on Nina Simone in the New Yorker
Giving a recital in the local library, at eleven, [Nina] saw her parents being removed from their front-row seats to make room for a white couple. She had been schooled by Miz Mazzy in proper deportment, but she nevertheless stood up and announced that if people wanted to hear her play they’d better let her parents sit back down in the front row. There were some laughs, but her parents were returned to their seats. The next day, she remembered, she felt “as if I had been flayed, and every slight, real or imagined, cut me raw. But, the skin grew back a little tougher, a little less innocent, and a little more black.”
A Raised Voice, New Yorker
My night and morning in a masterpost. I just needed this all together coz I need this whole thing saved if ever I need a quick laugh, albeit a guilty embarrassed one. Just.
Bonus:
i am still so so so so so so so so so so sorry to thorgasmed and their compromised commute i wish you all the luck in the world and i’m really really really really sorry for my odd pride in this just.
So sorry.
Link to the fic: [x]
ah yes a complete masterpost of my shame
WE’VE COME FULL CIRCLE
The Best of 2013 - 1 quote (1/1) x x
This is why I love British television
Maurice Merleau Ponty
Somebody’s been sipping on too many thought-bombs. Also, I now understand why my parents named our white rabbit “Maurice Merleau-Ponty”.
Glorious.
A 'Stiff Grope' for Authenticity: Why Critics Hate Mad Men
Some insulting things critics say about Mad Men: (from this article by Matthew Brandon Wolfson)
Mark Greif in the London Review of Books calls the show an “unpleasant little entry in the genre of Now We Know Better.” (read here)
In the New York Review of Books, Daniel Mendelsohn accuses the show of “historical glibness”. (read here)
Jenny Diski in Harpers called the show “puppetry, rather stiff in its groping for authenticity.” (read here)
Marc Tracy in The New Republic says the show has a “trying-too-hard brand of seriousness.” (read here)
So I recently noticed something about Tony Stark...
This man
never
lets anyone
drive him.
He literally
is always
the one in the drivers seat.
He has a chauffeur
that he drives.
And then I realized…
There’s probably
good reason
for that.
wHO GAVE YOU THE FUCKING RIGHT
Remind me to watch Whose Line Is It Anyway again so I can learn from the masters of comedic improv.