February 2010
63 posts
January 2010
47 posts
A Class Divided →
bowfolk:
This is one of the most requested programs in FRONTLINE’s history. It is about an Iowa schoolteacher who, the day after Martin Luther King Jr. was murdered in 1968, gave her third-grade students a first-hand experience in the meaning of discrimination. This is the story of what she taught the children, and the impact that lesson had on their lives.
remarkable.
Salinger, #2
bowfolk:
agrammar:
One of the chief embarrassments of Salinger fans is that he’s best known via The Catcher in the Rye. Most of them would probably point readers elsewhere — say, Raise High the Roofbeams, Carpenters, or bits of Nine Stories like “The Laughing Man.” I provide those links for anyone who’s hearing a lot about Salinger today but hasn’t spent much time with him: “The Laughing Man”...
Spent On Rainy Days
effin facebook
so i’ve noticed since last summer that i have this issue on facebook. my fb always resets back to 606 friends, even after adding new friends. there’s no patitern as to when or how frequently, but i’ve gone as far as to having 620+ friends and then WHAM, it goes back to 606. naturally, my first assumption was that ppl were defriending me, but after an ex-girfriend asked a...
bohemea:
Peter Gabriel - My Body Is a Cage...
far cry from the days of yore
thursday used to be the new friday. i’d go to class, go to work, get out at the end of the day, then get ready for a night out on the town, VIP style. third week into winter quarter and the thought of clubbing makes my stomach hurt. to be honest, i haven’t drank like a college kid since a particularly shameful december incident, and i wonder if that’s triggered some kind of...
“In the states, Americans are observing a day of remembrance in honour of Martin...”
– Womanist Musings (via bowfolk)
dammit i hate being broke
though i use the term “broke” pretty loosely, as in i have enough money to feed myself, just not really enough to have any purchasable fun (i.e. bullshit money) or feed the fashion monger that rests within. but its times like these i realize how materialistic i am and how much shit i’ve accumulated that i simply do not make full use of. time to plunge into the ‘ole...
To Be Or Not To Be →
youmightfindyourself:
Forty-five years ago, the author David Bourland published an essay proposing a radical overhaul of English based on eliminating all forms of the verb “to be”. In a world where we all spoke E-Prime, as Bourland called this new language, you couldn’t say “Sandra Bullock’s latest film is shockingly mediocre”; you’d have to say it “seems mediocre to me”. Shakespeare productions...
“In the End, we will remember not the words of our enemies, but the silence of...”
– Martin Luther King, Jr. (via bitchville) (via letstalkequality) (via bowfolk)
feelin' like "that guy"
having a very Ted Mosby morning, circa season 4, after all shit hits the fan.
Hey You, Yeah You
mrkstrkrft:
If you’re ever offended by anything I say, be it about things of questionable legality and of a questionable lifestyle, just know I was like you…once. Maybe not like you, but close enough. I wasn’t always this way. I was a good little boy. In Honors. In GATE, in AP classes. I was a teetotaler and a violently anti-drug. I listened to pop-punk and went to Church and I held my nose...
bulitsko:
..I’ll never say I’ll never love But I...
“When we’re incomplete, we’re always searching for somebody to complete us. When,...”
– Tom Robbins (via judylan)
Well-said.
You can’t love anyone else before you love yourself completely.
(via fray)
Thoughts on the coming year
I could go on about the things that went on this past vacation that made me realize how much i just need to finish this chapter of my life, and finish it well, but there’s just no time. I still remember the KP board retreat in Santa Barbara two years ago: “When I think about who I’m responsible to when I fuck up, I think about my mom. I think about my step-sister. I think...
RANDOM FACT
dirtylittlestylewhore:
In ancient England a person could not have sex unless you had consent of the King (unless you were in the Royal Family). When anyone wanted to have a baby, they got consent of the King, the King gave them a placard that they hung on their door while they were having sex. The placard had F.U.C.K. (Fornication Under Consent of the King) on it.
Now you know where that word...
“It’s time to move on to the next step in the psychedelic revolution....”
– Ken Kesey
“If I listen to some utterly perfect performance of an utterly perfect piece...”
– Haruki Murakami, Kafka on the Shore (via youmightfindyourself)
it's Week 1 of Winter QTR
and i’m already ready to saw my head off w/ a rusty bread knife.