“Why Not Just Send Your Résumé to Stanford? That’s a Good School, Right?”
That’s why asking an academic where she wants to live is akin to asking, “What kind of island do you want to buy?”
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i miss bodegas.
Please note the very important requirement of the bodega cat.
(Source: official-selection)
EVERYTHING YOU NEED TO KNOW ABOUT THE SCOTTISH INDEPENDENCE VOTE
On September 18th, Scotland will vote on whether to secede from the UK. Polls suggest it could be a cliffhanger.
I’ve made several reporting trips to Scotland over the last few months, looking at different aspects of the debate. Here are links to some of the stories you may…
Attention Sugs
- White people: *reads/watches a book/movie about a Dystopian world* wow those poor people being oppressed by the government and authority.they have every right to fight back and should start a revolt.Nobody should be treated this way!
- POC: *actually oppressed by government and police authority*
- *are prosecuted each and everyday*
- *gets killed and beaten by the police while being unarmed*
- *gets Fed up and start protesting against all this*
- White people: ..
- ...
- ...
- Wow like I understand that racial minorities are angry but that doesn't give them the right to riot and say that you hate the police and white people.You don't fight fire with fire! This isn't about race unless you make it about race! #weallbleedred
This is my favorite thing since Blue Ivy at the VMAs.
(Via John Mulaney’s Instagram)
Haha!!!!
I’ve been bad at journaling! In June, I flew to Port Antonio, Jamaica for a week where Sugah was working. It was the most glorious vacation in paradise, for me, but kind of guilt-inducing too since Sugs was working 18 hour days while I was taking advantage of his amazing accommodations, sleeping in, snorkeling and paddle boarding, lounging at the private pool in our private villa, taking long naps, and ordering room service. We agreed our honeymoon won’t be nearly as schmancy, but at least he won’t be working and I won’t be enjoying an awkwardly romantic lover’s vacation for one.
![brightwalldarkroom:
"There are a handful of shows I ask everyone I talk to about television if they have seen: The Wire, Mad Men, Friday Night Lights. But when I ask them if they’ve watched and loved Friday Night Lights, what I mean is are you my kind of person? Are you all heart? Are you bothered by this 21st-century lack of earnestness, our abundance of irony? Do you wonder how we forgive and coach ourselves to do better? How we can strive again for valor and loyalty and daring and redemption?
I fear we are defaulting to needless negativity as some kind of social currency. But Friday Night Lights is the most earnest show I’ve ever watched. Not sentimental, however: these characters aren’t perfect. In fact, this show is incredibly astute at allowing humans to have stratums of complexity: to have character and occasionally act without it, and then to live in the mire of their own dumb choices. Do I adore Coach? Yes. Do I think, as Tammy says, he is a molder of men and a husband of fierce devotion? Absolutely. Do I also think he can also be a self-involved, sexist prick who values his career over his wife’s? No question.
Regardless of the scale of the battle, the stakes in Friday Night Lights are rarely phony or contrived. It’s about winning games, sure, but its scope far exceeds that. This is a show that tests and reflects commitment not just on the football field, but back in the locker room. And in Street’s rehab room, and Saracen’s grandmother’s living room, and Julie’s bedroom, and eventually out to Luke’s farm and Tim’s prison and Tammy’s dream in Philadelphia. [also see: Smash Williams, Vince Howard, Jess Merriwether] This commitment is not about obligation, but something more sacred. Duty. The hidden gale that blusters and grows within us and makes us yearn to give someone else exactly what they need.”
—Erica Cantoni on Friday Night Lights (Bright Wall/Dark Room, Issue #14, July 2014)](http://36.media.tumblr.com/b87316d486cd1a6da96a77f5e15ab791/tumblr_n95lo1Dirm1qzheh0o1_500.jpg)
"There are a handful of shows I ask everyone I talk to about television if they have seen: The Wire, Mad Men, Friday Night Lights. But when I ask them if they’ve watched and loved Friday Night Lights, what I mean is are you my kind of person? Are you all heart? Are you bothered by this 21st-century lack of earnestness, our abundance of irony? Do you wonder how we forgive and coach ourselves to do better? How we can strive again for valor and loyalty and daring and redemption?
I fear we are defaulting to needless negativity as some kind of social currency. But Friday Night Lights is the most earnest show I’ve ever watched. Not sentimental, however: these characters aren’t perfect. In fact, this show is incredibly astute at allowing humans to have stratums of complexity: to have character and occasionally act without it, and then to live in the mire of their own dumb choices. Do I adore Coach? Yes. Do I think, as Tammy says, he is a molder of men and a husband of fierce devotion? Absolutely. Do I also think he can also be a self-involved, sexist prick who values his career over his wife’s? No question.
Regardless of the scale of the battle, the stakes in Friday Night Lights are rarely phony or contrived. It’s about winning games, sure, but its scope far exceeds that. This is a show that tests and reflects commitment not just on the football field, but back in the locker room. And in Street’s rehab room, and Saracen’s grandmother’s living room, and Julie’s bedroom, and eventually out to Luke’s farm and Tim’s prison and Tammy’s dream in Philadelphia. [also see: Smash Williams, Vince Howard, Jess Merriwether] This commitment is not about obligation, but something more sacred. Duty. The hidden gale that blusters and grows within us and makes us yearn to give someone else exactly what they need.”
—Erica Cantoni on Friday Night Lights (Bright Wall/Dark Room, Issue #14, July 2014)
(Source: brightwalldarkroom, via rachelinbrooklyn)
We just booked our honeymoon flight to Hawaiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiii, ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh