February 2012
15 posts
thefrogman.me: The Frogman's New Thing 2/22/12 →
thefrogman:
The thing I learned today is that my view of electrons was completely bogus.
In school we are all taught about atoms and their components. You’ve got the protons, the neutrons, and some electrons buzzing around the nucleus. We are then shown this generic model of an atom.
The problem is,…
Hype Man
Me: i wish i could fart words
W: some day
Me: imagine that kind of butt control
W: i think you just need to do squats for that
Me: your butt would be your own hype man
Me: you'd tell a joke and then your butt would say "DAAAAANGG"
W: if you could make your butt say oh snap
W: youd never have a problem again in your life
Find your signifiers.: Public education on fire →
punctuatedlife:
I am a teacher in a public high school in California, and I was asked to comment on a thread about education in a political forum. Here is my response. Public education is on fire, and I don’t mean in the NBA Jam way. There is no aspect of public education that is not saturated with…
whatup reader. hoping things are on the up and up for you. i’ve simultaneously quit my shit job and gave up video games and now i have much free time which i quite appreciate but idk what to do without them. on the other hand i’ve gotten more reading down in the last 2 days than i have in the last 2 months so there’s that. i’m feeling pretty happy and got a few months of...
From Baldwin to Davis
Dear Sister:
One might have hoped that, by this hour, the very sight of chains on Black flesh, or the very sight of chains, would be so intolerable a sight for the American people, and so unbearable a memory, that they would themselves spontaneously rise up and strike off the manacles. But, no, they appear to glory in their chains; now, more than ever, they appear to measure their safety in...
January 2012
20 posts
I: A Metaphor
The mountain as metaphor looms large in the lives of marginalized people, people whose bones get crushed in the grind of capitalism, patriarchy, white supremacy. How many of us have struggled up the mountain, measured ourselves against it, failed up there, lived its shadow? We’ve hit our heads on glass ceilings, tried to climb the class ladder, lost fights against assimilation, scrambled toward...
Are Women People?
http://thehairpin.com/2012/01/are-women-people/
Chivalry:
It’s treating a woman politely As long as she isn’t a fright: It’s guarding the girls who act rightly, If you can be judge of what’s right; It’s being—not just, but so pleasant; It’s tipping while wages are low; It’s making a beautiful present, And failing to pay what you owe.
The Logic of the...
Dear SOn:
Yesterday I mail another two books to you (books you ordered but send to here) please check the mail box so you do get them. The book you like seems only some pictures about China. If you like it we can buy and send it to you as your birthday present. Please let me know. Of cause you can try to take some great picture when you go back to China next year too. Oct 15 will be your 21st birthday and...
The Oasis of the Real: How Team Fortress 2’s...
thescummmanifesto:
PART I
The first time I found a Team Fortress 2 thread on 4chan’s yaoi board [1], I was amazed.
Spy and Sniper on a couch, by Kob.
As an online multiplayer-only, plotless, mindlessly-violent first-person-shooter, I had assumed that the female fanbase would be limited; confined mostly to diehard first-person-shooter (FPS) enthusiasts, a subset of games with few...
The Artist's Signature
Above the table on which the chattering telefax sat was a mirror. In it she saw a woman neither young nor old, neither mother nor daughter. They had been right to keep the truth from her. She was not sufficiently advanced to receive that signal, much less decrypt it. She had spent her career attempting to make contact with the most remote and alien of strangers, while in her own life she had...
Chapter One
You are about to begin reading Italo Calvino’s new novel, If on a winter’s night a traveler. Relax. Concentrate. Dispel every other thought. Let the world around you fade. Best to close the door; the TV is always on in the next room. Tell the others right away, “No, I don’t want to watch TV!” Raise your voice - they won’t hear you otherwise - “I’m...
December 2011
17 posts
“No government is perfect or without corruptions. But in 2007, I thought I lived...”
– Matthias Wasser (via collaterlysisters)
@shesanightowl: hmmph
“Convinced I was being paternal, wise, necessary, but really I was steeped in ignorance, presumption and self-interest. Don’t Take It Personally? I can’t help but take it personally. With deft, dark cunning it made me feel absolutely awful.”
So much for all your highbrow Marxist ways Just use me up and then you walk away
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“When someone loves you, the way they say your name is different. You just know that your name is safe in their mouth.” – Billy, age 4
“Dweck had suspected that praise could backfire, but even she was surprised by...”
– http://nymag.com/news/features/27840 (via shesanightowl)
richard wright compulsively wrote haiku in the...
Dazzling summer sun! But the smell of the past comes With rain upon the dust.
I am nobody: A red sinking autumn sun Took my name away.
In the falling snow A laughing boy holds out his palms Until they are white.
The Maori Jesus
by James K. Baxter I saw the Maori Jesus Walking on Wellington Harbour. He wore blue dungarees. His beard and hair were long. His breath smelt of mussels and paroa. When he smiled it looked like the dawn. When he broke wind little fishes trembled. When he frowned the ground shook. When he laughed everybody got drunk. The Maori Jesus came on shore And picked out his twelve disciples. One cleaned...