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As you exit [the 9/11 Memorial Museum], toward West street, another uniformed man is obliged to spend his day telling kids not to stand on the benches in the memorial park. “You, there! Down.” It doesn’t occur to the kids that standing on the granite plinths could be an offense, and they wonder at first whom the guard could be addressing. They look bewildered—you mean us?—and then descend. The idea that we celebrate the renewal of our freedom by deploying uniformed guards to prevent children from playing in an outdoor park is not just bizarre in itself but participates in a culture of fear that the rest of the city, having tested, long ago discarded.

—Stones and Bones, by Adam Gopnik. The New Yorker, July 7 & 14, 2014. p. 38


Tom Corbett - Space Cadet : Invisible Cosmic Vision Helmet.

This ended in sadness, every time.



"Bring Me Your Loves" by @st_vincent on Letterman.

Every time I see St. Vincent perform something new, I think, “Oh, okay, in fifty years we’re going to look at this video again and be like ‘oh that’s where that came from.’”

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Striking photos will challenge what you think makes up the typical American family

Korean-American artist CYJO’s newest project, “Mixed Blood,” shows that the stories of multiracial people have been long overlooked within an intensely negative racial climate, which often frames things in black and white.

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Hi. I’m multiracial. (Scottish/Korean/other) There are a lot more of us out there than you think. Most people don’t notice because they assume that race works like paint: add one part this and one part that, and end up with someone clearly 50% this and 50% that. Instead, race is a social construct, one that is perpetuated by thinking of race as something innate, as something that is all-or-nothing.

Instead, we should be talking about culture: where did you grow up? Who raised you? What did you celebrate? What foods did your family eat?

But instead we continue to define race as “the other,” as a deviation of whiteness. It’s why we think of Obama as black, and it’s why looking at the pictures above, you may focus more on the Korean (or black or Chinese or et cetera) traits of the children, because we have all been trained to see race purely as a set of characteristics, even though there is no real basis for such a description.

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I felt like this chart didn’t go far enough.


I felt like this chart didn’t go far enough.


When it’s dark in comics, how does one character even read what the other character is saying


When it’s dark in comics, how does one character even read what the other character is saying

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Warren G. Hard-on

From a letter by then-Senator Warren G. Harding to his mistress, Carrie Fulton Phillips:

March 12, 1915

Jerry — you recall Jerry, whose cards I once sent you to Europe — came in while I was pondering your notes in glad reflection, and we talked about it. He was strongly interested, and elated and clung to discussion. He told me to say that you are the best and darlingest in the world, and if he could have but one wish, it would be to be held in your darling embrace and be thrilled by your pink lips that convey the surpassing rapture of human touch and the unspeakable joy of love’s surpassing embrace. I cordially agree with all he said. Perhaps it is not important maybe it is not even interesting, but he is devotedly, exclusively, for you..



If Stuntmen from the old movies don’t have your full respect then I just don’t know what to say to you

Inl tried really hard not to reblog this

What stuntmen? Those are all Buster Keaton, the star, director, and writer of these. He never used a stuntman once.

That wall that collapses around him (from Steamboat Bill Jr)? If he had been 2 inches off of his mark, it would have crushed him. In one of his stunts (in Sherlock Jr) he broke his goddamned neck, and kept filming. He only learned that he broke his neck years later, when a doctor looked at an x-ray and mentioned that his broken neck had healed nicely.

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Scrolling through the webpage for the first time, and I’m really happy with it.

About once a month or so I look through Ellena’s entire instagram, because it always makes me feel great for some reason. Something about the fact that I’m friends with so many of those people makes me smile.

(Early on, she took my picture for this when I wasn’t looking, which is for the best.)

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