I tried to do some reporting, but couldn’t help thinking about what we might do in the event of a ground invasion. What would happen if militants launched a rocket from nearby our home? I went over in my mind how we might stockpile food, water and other necessities. I thanked God when the electricity failed. At least we didn’t have to watch any more TV. We sat in the dark, telling the children stories about their childhood to distract them. It worked—for a couple of hours. Eventually, we got tired and went to bed, but my kids insisted on sleeping in our room.
My wife and I stayed up talking about the situation. It had never been like this before. We are paying a price in this crazy war, and nobody in the civilized world cares. But at least the chaos has finally motivated my family to do one thing. As the bombs sounded in the distance, I finally convinced my wife to leave Gaza.” —Gaza Family Considers Emigration After Attacks | Newsweek International | Newsweek.com (via robot-heart-politics)
1. Remember that you are elected to represent all your constituents: those who voted for you, against you and who didn’t bother to vote. The ordinary citizen working every day for less pay and almost no benefits should be valued more highly than the lobbyists and corporate CEOs who filled your campaign coffers.
2. Promote ethics in public service. This should be simple enough. Thou shall abide by the laws of the land. Thou shall not do anything to shame your office or embarrass your family. Thou shall behave at all times as if a special prosecutor is building a case against you, or as if the words you often utter in private might some day make the national headlines.
3. Improve the nature and civility of political discourse. With a country in crisis, it’s time to get beyond the petty recriminations of the past. Work together with your political opponents. We are one nation, one people. If you do something like Chip Saltsman, a candidate running for chairman of the Republican National Committee, have the good grace to be embarrassed and offer an apology when your Christmas message CD to members of your party includes a song called “Barack, the Magic Negro.”
Hunter S. Thompson’s suicide letter to his wife. (via poortaste)
the weight of words…
Does he know something I don’t? I find it super hard to believe he actually thinks he’s untouchable.
Same here. I do think part of him believes it though, you know…the part that’s mentally unstable.
I didn’t set out to get somewhere. I thought it might be nice to work. But you just have to have a very accurate internal barometer with your own finger as the dial pointing to success and failure. The film industry is so noisy you have to find little quiet places to keep experimenting—otherwise, exit stage left. But the noise doesn’t interest me; the work does.” —Cate Blanchett
In talking to a few other tumblr people (okay, why do I lie, just one!) we realized we didn’t know many of the blogs listed on Tumblr Awards. So what to do? Since I have had 3 glasses of chardonnay and just watched a very inspiring What Not To Wear (US) (YES I AM A LIFETIME MOVIE. Fuck off, I love cold wine and being inspired!.) I am going to spearhead an Independent Spirit of Tumblr Awards. Not affiliated with Tumblr. Just by the people, for the people.
No one who is nominated for a Tumblr award can be nominated for a Tumblr indy spirit award.
There are no other rules.
Best Original Writing
Best Snark Tumblr
Best Original Photos
Most Creative Use of Tumblr
Most Underrated Tumblr
Best Use of Cute Animal Photos
Best Smut Tumblr
I don’t know yet. But they will exist.
Email nominations to ME at email@example.com
FOLLOWERS… ARE YOU READING THIS?! Pretty please, it would be awesome. I’ll totally exchange sexual favours for votes, should you so wish. Sucky sucky $10.
Independent Spirit of Tumblr Awards?! HAHA, that’s genius!
But why honey?” Cem asked. “It’s all Manhattan. It’s all the same, isn’t it?
“Some people might look at it that way,” Brenda said. She waited.
Lola crossed her arms and stood with her back to her parents, looking out at the street. “Carrie Bradshaw lived in the West Village,” she said.” —Candace Bushnell, One Fifth Avenue (the first of my winter break reads)
i had a feeling when i posted today about the Israeli attacks on Gaza that i might lose some followers. sure enough, i’ve already lost one. i know who it was. and i know that i was unfollowed because what i was posting seemed ‘unsympathetic’ to Israel.
i don’t care what country you are. what religion you are. who you are: this type of attack is terrorism. it’s terrorism when the U.S. does it. it’s terrorism when Israel does it. it’s terrorism when anybody does it. you can call it whatever you like. that’s what it is.
you can unfollow me because you don’t care for my feelings on the Israeli/Palestine conflict. however, i will never unfollow someone for expressing their political beliefs. and to prove it, i am now following you, unfollower.
Bravo. I’ve appreciated each of your posts on the situation in Gaza, because I’d honestly had no clue what was going on until you posted them. So thank you, while some might not appreciate it, you deserve to know others do.
This is one of those columns where you want to quote each line, each graph. I leave you with the close, but I promise it’s not a spoiler.
Ditto in Fort Wayne!! That’s a 65 degree swing from earlier this week!!
it’s 70 degrees here in Lexington today…and it was about 4 degrees less than a week ago. i don’t even try to understand it anymore!
I wore FLIP FLOPS to check the mail! Which would excite me if I didn’t know that the temps are just going to swing again and I’ll continue being miserable in the cold.