March 2010
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Class War: The Tipping Point of Tipping →
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February 2010
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So I was jazzed about this Oscars-themed menu from... →
…until it got really obvious. Also, I haven’t seen Precious, but is there actually soul food in that movie? Or did they just include soul food because it’s a movie about black people?
The Up in the Air continental breakfast kinda wins, though, and I’m a sucker for anything with pimiento cheese, even though I have no interest in The Blind Side. Oh, and muscovy duck with...
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“His deceptively straightforward songs embody timeless qualities of humanity,...”
– This record company description of Jonathan Richman is the best thing I’ve read all day, but I haven’t picked up The Blind Assassin yet.
I'm writing this to you in reverse.
As per my new year’s resolutions, I’ve decided to get my metadata for this blog into gear. This gives me an excuse to revisit my early tumblr days, when there were no “likes,” only reblogs, and when I was still figuring out how to use the medium. Oh, summer 2008!
Prominent tags have emerged! Here are a few, which contain recent posts, as well as very very early...
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Overkill*
hungryghoast:
I’m looking through this correspondence right now from the 3rd Reich and it’s like… c’mon guys, does EVERY memo REALLY have to end with “Heil Hitler!”
yes, they used an exclamation point every time too. Reminds you of obnoxious e-mails from colleagues who abuse that punctuation.
*is that the most offensive joke/pun I’ve made so far on this blog?
The next time someone uses an...
It feels as if I am swimming when I walk...
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Last Night I Rubbed Bladderwrack On My Face
Beauty rituals confuse me. I wear makeup, yes, and quite a bit of it on occasion, but I’m still not entirely sure how to put eyeliner on well or make “the smoky eye.” I didn’t get a pedicure until I was 24, and I approach that yearly rite with much trepidation. I’ve never had a non-boyfriend-oriented massage. Even with the rise of Bath and Body Works, I never got into...
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Lost Arts
Especially since my voice has started regaining its biennial huskiness from too many late nights, I wish I could find more opportunities to memorize and recite poetry, specifically others’ poetry. I’m sure I could find opportunities to recite my own poetry, if I still wrote poems, but I want to read Donne, not any crap I’d write. I imagine that if I were a salon lady in the late...
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Attentive readers may have noticed a decreasing...
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In Minneapolis, the local news is very sad. →
A fire has destroyed the roof of a building that contains some of the best local businesses in the city, and two firefighters have been reported injured.
I’ve never eaten at Heidi’s, but Blackbird has been one of my favorites for a while. Shoppe Local, the inspiration for “Twee as Minnesota” is also in that building. Seeing a group of local, independent businesses so...
"All of a sudden a freaking zebra comes running... →
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In Atlanta, the local news today is hilarious. “Zebra-napped.” Ha.
In a day full of fuck yous, it's good to know that... →
No, I haven’t read the story yet.
EDIT: And then I used the word “good” twice.
Tumblr Stole My Domain At The Behest of A... →
Totally ridiculous. Y’all know better than that.
Why does Pitchfork need a Tumblr?
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We Built This City on U.S. Lore
In the glorious, sprawling American West, the streets are not marked by numbers alone. A few named main streets (Chestnut, Pine, Market, MLK Blvd, East Bay) don’t quite cut it when the city is growing in every direction, so city planners here in the Midwest like to keep it orderly. In the southwesterly direction, as well as in several suburbs, Minneapolis streets are alphabetized, which...
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The Perfect Ode: A Valentine’s Day Special Sunday...
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His name was Abraham Shakespeare. →
As reported by Tamara Lush.
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Hot Chip - “Slush”
After one listen...
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Do you remember the afternoon when I accidentally...
I do! And now I’ve lost all my customization and my comments and all these themes are not exactly what I want and I don’t have time to fix them. Ugh, I hate having an ugly blog. It is like acne before a big date.
(Actually, this theme isn’t bad, but I’m still angry about it.)
This is what I get for working on new projects.
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The weekend is about to start. This is the time of...
Fundamentalist Christians in Texas Can Change How... →
Never having worked in textbook publishing, it never occurred to me that Big States with Lots of People can determine how textbooks are published for the rest of the country. Conservative school boards in Texas can determine that the U.S. was founded as a “Christian nation,” and that can leak into textbooks in other states because why would you print a Texas-only version?
Since...
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Evidently the Tumblr queue was cool with posting...
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WatchKARE 11 does a better job at teasing out the problem.
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Explaining the problem
A difficult part of being a feminist—something that I know I struggle with—is realizing that others don’t perceive the world exactly how you do. I’ve been at this for over ten years, and it’s easy for me to point out sexism, to look at a commercial and see that it’s degrading to women, to distinguish what I should be laughing at and what I should be disgusted by. At this point, I’ve lost a lot of...
Lucy Michelle and the Velvet Lapelles -...
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There’s no greater thrill, none at all, than...
Hey, former Internet teens!
Between Frontline and this kinda crap AP story, with a healthy dose of inspiration from my volunteer meeting last night, I’ve been considering how I used the Internet as a teenager, which is pretty much how I use it now.
Like many of you, I’ve been blogging since before there were blogs— I built my own websites and found my own online communities— and then joined platforms...
Are you on lunch break? I just had breakfast!
Let’s watch some videos on the Internet together:
Annie Clark is living the dream.
Samantha Bee is destroying the dream.
I am pretending that this doesn’t truly excite all my dweeby dreams.
