The US Government:We're not going to make it federally mandatory for people to get paid a wage they can actually live off of
The US Government:If people want to make a living, they'll just have to work 16+ hours a day
The US Government:And if their kids end up disenfranchised because of a lack of parental involvement, well that's not our problem
The US Government:In fact, what is our problem is creating a system that will funnel these disenfranchised youth into our prison system so they can work for corporations (that promise us money) for damn near free
The US Government:If they don't want to fall victim to this system, then they can seek higher education
The US Government:Except such an education will be inaccessible to most disenfranchised people and skewed in favor of the financially stable
The US Government:And we're not going to make intervention programs like sex education and conflict resolution federally mandatory, because that's the parent's job
The US Government:The parent who is working 16 hours a day
I meet many people offended by evolution, who passionately prefer to be the personal handicraft of God than to arise by blind physical and chemical forces over aeons from slime…What they wish to be true, they believe is true.
Only 9 percent of Americans accept the central finding of modern biology that human beings (and all other species) have slowly evolved by natural processes from a succession of more ancient beings with no divine intervention needed along the way.
Look on the bright side! Since Carl wrote these words in 1995’s The Demon-Haunted World, support for human beings evolving solely by natural processes has risen to a whopping 32%!! Although, I must admit, I don’t know where that 9% number comes from.
“Claiming there is no other life in the universe is like scooping up some water, looking at the cup and claiming there are no whales in the ocean.”—Neil deGrasse Tyson in response to “Aliens can’t exist because we haven’t found them yet” (via we-are-star-stuff)
I will start with this: I don’t know Zach Braff, and I have no idea if he’s a nice guy or a heel. I saw Garden State and wasn’t nuts about it, and I’m not a huge Scrubs fan. I’m also jealous of his New York apartment which I once saw in maybe the New York Times? It was beautiful. So basically…
“I began to realize how important it was to be an enthusiast in life. If you are interested in something, no matter what it is, go at it full speed ahead. Embrace it with both arms, hug it, love it and above all become passionate about it. Lukewarm is no good.”—Roald Dahl (via lexestrex)
Individuals can share a common language, but it can sound different due to accents and regional dialects. In some cases, there are profound differences between areas that are in close proximity to one another. The Black Country, an area of the West Midlands in England, is known for a unique dialect that can be difficult for modern English speakers to clearly understand. In this episode, Alex Adey shares stories of the history and torchbearers of the Black Country dialect.
You can find more resources and educational material about the Black Country at the Black Country Museum.
Kill the idea that naivety is an unforgivable flaw but cynicism is just wisdom, murder it, chop it up and serve it for dinner, I don’t care, just end this bullshit idea that it’s better to hate than to love and better to rot in miserable bitter resignation than to hope for the best.
2. When you see a woman walking by herself, leave her alone.
3. If you pull over to help a woman whose car has broken down, remember not to rape her.
4. If you are in an elevator and a woman gets in, don’t rape her.
5. When you encounter a woman who is asleep, the safest course of action is to not rape her.
6. Never creep into a woman’s home through an unlocked door or window, or spring out at her from between parked cars, or rape her.
7. Remember, people go to the laundry room to do their laundry. Do not attempt to molest someone who is alone in a laundry room.
8. Use the Buddy System! If it is inconvenient for you to stop yourself from raping women, ask a trusted friend to accompany you at all times.
9. Carry a rape whistle. If you find that you are about to rape someone, blow the whistle until someone comes to stop you.
10. Don’t forget: Honesty is the best policy. When asking a woman out on a date, don’t pretend that you are interested in her as a person; tell her straight up that you expect to be raping her later. If you don’t communicate your intentions, the woman may take it as a sign that you do not plan to rape her.
“there’s literally nothing stopping you [from doing this thing that costs money]”—
people with money. only people with money
travelling the world, “dropping everything” and moving to another city/state/country, majoring in your liberal arts interest of choice, applying/going to your dream college/university, buying your dream house, working at your dream job, cultivating/building/guiding your own dreams, dreaming. living.
“At the end of the day, It’s beautiful and truly gratifying to know that you’ve left far more footprints of love and goodness, than the instances of falling for what seems to be a constant invitation to do otherwise.”—(via thatkindofwoman)
Jack Chuter’s interest in experimental sounds began with a trip to his local record store. He listened to a Sunn O))) record at a listening station and went away completely bewildered by the experience. The music stuck with him and over time helped change his approach to listening and music criticism. Jack founded ATTN:Magazine to explore music from a standpoint of curiosity and discovery.
Jack eventually collected submissions of self-portraits in audio for a compilation called, livingvoid. The compilation features 80 one-minute tracks by sound artists, musicians, and even members of Jack’s family. Find out more about this compilation, which explores some of the unique possibilities and contradictions that arise when people use sound to represent who they believe themselves to be.
I'm the boyfriend of the girl with the conservative family who asked you a question a few weeks ago. Am I wrong for thinking that there's no reason to get married? I love her, and I don't need a ceremony and legal papers saying I have to be with her because I want to be with her. I think it's more honest if you're with someone for 70 years without marriage because there's nothing stopping either of you from leaving if you want to, but you don't. I don't see how marriage makes the love better.
Marriage doesn’t make love better. Not being married doesn’t make your love more real or honest. These are all bullshit thoughts.
Marriage is merely another level of commitment you make to the person you love, similar to getting a place together, getting an animal together, combining checking accounts, etc.
The reasons to get married could include:
it is a public declaration of the love you have with your girlfriend
it can get you (or her) health insurance
it is important to one of you and not as important to the other
it can get you (or her) a green card
it is spiritually important
it furthers the little partnership you two have against the world
you get free stuff from relatives out of it
That’s not to say that it’s necessary to get married- there are ways to accomplish all of those lovely things without a wedding ceremony. It’s just a choice every couple must make together.
There’s a little trick my husband and I use, and it goes like this: if there is something that comes up that is important to one of us but not important to the other one, we will let the person to whom it matters make the call of what to do. Sounds simple right?
If the issue of marriage really didn’t matter to you either way, you wouldn’t be putting up this much of a fuss and writing a stranger on the Internet. My gut is telling me that you do care about marriage, and you care to not get married. Rather than focusing on how “marriage is a scam and our love is real”, which is an abstract conceptual conversation and not about the two of you, start talking to your girlfriend about why marriage scares you.
You guys can decide together how important marriage is to both of you, but stop couching it in terms of marriage not being an honest expression of love. That’s just hiding from how you (YOU) actually feel.
“We live in an age where we feel guilt whenever we have to cut someone off but the reality is that some relationships do need to die, some people do need to be unfollowed and defriended. We aren’t meant to be this tethered to the people in our past. The Internet mandates that we don’t burn bridges and keep everyone around like relics but those expectations are unrealistic and unhealthy. Simply put, we don’t need to know what everyone else is up to. We’re allowed to be choosy about who we surround ourselves with online and in real life, even if it might hurt people’s feelings.”—Ryan O’Connell, You Don’t Have To Be Friends With Everybody (via larmoyante)
NPR’s Protojournalist published a list of 6 odd college courses in America. On the list is a course on the music of Frank Zappa. The course was developed by Andy Hollinden at Indiana University. Holliden’s interest in Zappa first manifested itself while he was in high school. Beyond listening to the music and poring over linear notes, Andy constructed a dummy of Frank Zappa that would later provide him with more insight and memories than he had ever imagined.
This episode uses the following sounds from freesound.org:
“Textile” by joeyws, “Crickets Loop” by everythingsounds, “stadium.wv” by cognito perceptu, “encore cheering.wav” by Corsica_S,
Special thanks to Bari Finkel, Kate Lumpkin, Philip Seidman, Ruth Reveal, Rob LaFrentz for their help with this episode.
“You and I, in fact everyone all over the world,
we’re literally African under the skin; brothers and sisters separated by a mere two thousand generations.
Old-fashioned concepts of race are not only socially divisive,
but scientifically wrong.”—Dr. Spencer Wells, Genographic Project lead scientist (via we-are-star-stuff)
After learning my flight was detained 4 hours,
I heard the announcement:
If anyone in the vicinity of gate 4-A understands any Arabic,
Please come to the gate immediately.
Well—one pauses these days. Gate 4-A was my own gate. I went there.
An older woman in full traditional Palestinian dress,
Just like my grandma wore, was crumpled to the floor, wailing loudly.
Help, said the flight service person. Talk to her. What is her
Problem? we told her the flight was going to be four hours late and she
I put my arm around her and spoke to her haltingly.
Shu dow-a, shu- biduck habibti, stani stani schway, min fadlick,
Sho bit se-wee?
The minute she heard any words she knew—however poorly used—
She stopped crying.
She thought our flight had been canceled entirely.
She needed to be in El Paso for some major medical treatment the
Following day. I said no, no, we’re fine, you’ll get there, just late,
Who is picking you up? Let’s call him and tell him.
We called her son and I spoke with him in English.
I told him I would stay with his mother till we got on the plane and
Would ride next to her—Southwest.
She talked to him. Then we called her other sons just for the fun of it.
Then we called my dad and he and she spoke for a while in Arabic and
Found out of course they had ten shared friends.
Then I thought just for the heck of it why not call some Palestinian
Poets I know and let them chat with her. This all took up about 2 hours.
She was laughing a lot by then. Telling about her life. Answering
She had pulled a sack of homemade mamool cookies—little powdered
Sugar crumbly mounds stuffed with dates and nuts—out of her bag—
And was offering them to all the women at the gate.
To my amazement, not a single woman declined one. It was like a
Sacrament. The traveler from Argentina, the traveler from California,
The lovely woman from Laredo—we were all covered with the same
Powdered sugar. And smiling. There are no better cookies.
And then the airline broke out the free beverages from huge coolers—
Non-alcoholic—and the two little girls for our flight, one African
American, one Mexican American—ran around serving us all apple juice
And lemonade and they were covered with powdered sugar too.
And I noticed my new best friend—by now we were holding hands—
Had a potted plant poking out of her bag, some medicinal thing,
With green furry leaves. Such an old country traveling tradition. Always
Carry a plant. Always stay rooted to somewhere.
And I looked around that gate of late and weary ones and thought,
This is the world I want to live in. The shared world.
Not a single person in this gate—once the crying of confusion stopped
—has seemed apprehensive about any other person.
They took the cookies. I wanted to hug all those other women too.
This can still happen anywhere.
Not everything is lost.
Naomi Shihab Nye (b. 1952), “Wandering Around an Albuquerque Airport Terminal.” I think this poem may be making the rounds, this week, but that’s as it should be. (via oliviacirce)
When I lose hope in the world, I remember this poem.