July 2010
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sassy has a tumblr of its own
Hi, awkward adolescent me. I’ve got a secret. It’s all gonna turn out fine. (But you already knew that, didn’t you?)
gotagirlcrush:
Got A Girl Crush On: Sassy Magazine (R.I.P.)
Precursor to JANE Magazine (also, R.I.P.), this mag was the first mainstreamed grrrl zine (paving the way for the likes of BUST and Venus and Bitch). And now we can relive it’s awesomeness through a...
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Yeaaaaaaah mon.
“He’s not perfect. You aren’t either, and the two of you will never be perfect. But if he can make you laugh at least once, causes you to think twice, and if he admits to being human and making mistakes, hold on to him and give him the most you can. He isn’t going to quote poetry, he’s not thinking about you every moment, but he will give you a part of him that he knows you could break. Don’t hurt...
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The Best Magazine Articles Ever →
For your Instapaper queue (via @mattlehrer)….
Recently I’ve loved “The Mark of a Masterpiece” (profile of esteemed forensic art authenticator Peter Paul Biro who, by the way, is probably a conman and fingerprint forger) and “The Poverty Action Lab” (profile of Esther Duflo and her fascinating, scientific approach to economics of the developing world). Both from...
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“In her book, mother called Hillary a “growth experience.” It was a girl with “no...”
– Bill Clinton, on his mother and his wife in his memoir My Life (via apsies)
So his taste in mistresses = his mom.
Gross.
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Speaking of….
“The Lonely Goatherd,” Julie...
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Rerouted
A photo essay.
(Bear with me. I got 1 hour sleep, tops.)
Fresh paint (time elapsed: 10 minutes).
The last precious snacks.
A 2 am photoshoot?
My wheelchair. It was comfortable.
In layover limbo since 6 am. Daughter reads a mystery novel; mother, the Bible.
Endless.
Red-eyed at 3 am.
We all seek comfort. (Moments later a security guard made them put their wheelchairs back...
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AWG
[end of a long diary entry that began with our surprise touchdown at 11:30 pm]
3:45 am. I sit in my wheelchair in the wet warm night. The FedEx planes on the tarmac jut beyond the terminal are landing and leaving fast and furious now, sometimes just 5 minutes apart (I time them, it passes the time). The departing planes are ghosts, lit only by the nose, wingtips, and logo’d tail, the purple,...
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What BP could have bought with all of the money... →
brianquinn:
mind numbing …
Personal favorite: an ice cream sandwich for everyone on Earth.
Hey, it’s hot! (Thanks in no small part to BP & their cronies.)
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Fuck 'em
For a friend who had to break it off with a new guy-turned-oh-no-he-didn’t, Shane and I assembled this playlist and gifted it to her electronically (powers of the internet, y’all). Enjoy.
Dog Days Are Over - Florence And The Machine
F*** You - Lilly Allen
Are You Fucking Kidding Me? - Kate Miller-Heidke
Hope it Felt Good - Nikka Costa
Zero - Yeah Yeah Yeahs
Crimson &...
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The Big Five dimensions of personality →
I’m a sucker for anything that tell ME about ME.
See: Popstrology. Free Will Astrology. And even things that are not pure pseudoscience fantasypants: the MMPI and the Newcastle Personality Assessor, which What I Learned Today recently learned about:
I read this book called Personality about a year ago and thought it was great. It’s book two in my behavior/personality reads….
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