this year, and every year:
Why can't this be love?
Also, via Jacquelyn Lewis via Good, How to Avoid Roses that Support Violent Labor Abuses. Another idea: Try being more creative than tired flowers, maybe? C’mon, you can do it! Make us single people proud and earn that relationship status!
Previously: Hearts attack! The punks are eating luv songs
ValenTimes Day Happy: ‘Let’s do it AP Style’
Last weekend's 90s party at the Bell House. Allegedly. (Photos by metromix NY)
On the subject of nostalgia, it was recently brought to my attention (by the aforementioned CDR Radio, of all places) that the ushering in of a new decade this year means one terrifying thing: for the next 10 years, will all be subjected to the 50th anniversaries of everything that happened in the 1960s. Everything baby boomer, all over again, this time gilded with the cheap coat of golden paint that comes at the half-century mark. The Beatles and Vietnam, Camelot and The Graduate, The Sound of Music and bell bottoms, paisley and Dylan, Julie Andrews and Mao Zedong, Philip K. Dick and Dr. Seuss. Basically everything that defined our parents’ generation and set them apart from the blocks of clean-cut, button-down 1950s that framed their upbringing and set up what is probably the first truly iconic, identity obsessed, pop culture generation. It’s the same stuff we’ve been hearing about in repetition for the past 25, 15, 10 years, lauding it over again and again with re-releases, Rock Band memorials, commemorative plates and musical collections sold late at night by actors whose faces were last on TV during the space race.
Suffice it to say, I think we’ve had enough. Continue reading
Man I love this show:
Abed's emotional distance
“We are making great and surprisingly intense progress.”
So addicting. So fascinating.
Google’s Ngram viewer, searching the frequency of terms in books from 1800-2000.
Mutiny vs. chaos
Reporter vs. journalist vs. editor
Drugs vs. alcohol
Vegetarian vs. vegan vs. carnivore
Mario vs. Luigi
Surf vs. ski
Hanukkah vs. Christmas vs. Kwanza
Make your own here.
What has two thumbs and is wreaking havoc on my Google News alerts? This guy:
actually, I can't tell how many thumbs he has from this pic
From today’s Google News alert e-mail alone:
|Tim Donnelly files Arizona-style immigration bill
San Francisco Chronicle
The measure by Assemblyman Tim Donnelly, a conservative Republican from Twin Peaks (San Bernardino County), would make it a crime under California law to be …
|Donnelly introduces immigration bill
Redlands Daily Facts
As promised, Assemblyman Tim Donnelly‘s first official act as a state lawmaker was to introduce a stiff new immigration bill. Donnelly, a Republican from …
|Political opposites Cedillo, Donnelly assigned adjoining desks
Assemblyman Gil Cedillo, D-Los Angeles, and Assemblyman Tim Donnelly, R-Twin Peaks, have been assigned adjoining desks on lower house’s 80-member floor. …
|Freshman GOP assemblyman proposes immigration crackdown
“I’m excited about the legislation,” said Assemblyman Tim Donnelly, a Twin Peaks Republican. “I think it’s going to help us get the problem of illegal …
Sigh for the woes of an all-too common name in a world increasingly based on recognizable bylines, because I get a lot of wandering internet traffic from California of people most likely looking for this guy (with whom I did exchange e-mails once while working on a minuteman-related story in South Carolina).
But a reminder to all aspiring freelancers, writers, solo musicians, artistic people or anyone who hopes to have people find them easily in the post-SEO age: buy your domain name, and don’t. let. that. ish. expire. EVER. Seriously folks: even if you don’t do anything with it right away, it costs $10 a year. You’ll regret it if someone else snatches it up, especially if it’s some pesky Right Coast freelancing journalist foiling your campaign for state assembly.
and to think there was a day when I was skeptical about buying a Groupon:
$2.72 (plus Groupon) for Spunto pizza, organic crust, added mushrooms and two glasses of wine. Not bat ‘tall. And this on the day the deal for Google to buy Groupon for $6 billion seemed imminent.
ScoutMob, Groupon, Daily Deals and the becoming the way of the future for brokesters and deal-mongerers. Is it “retail hacking,” as Wired called it, or are we the consumers — as Max of Inc. magazine put it — being “hacked” by retailers into spending money on stuff we wouldn’t normally buy?
Today the intesphere was full of much head-shaking and guffawing in disbelief at the news about the South’s plans to honor the 150th anniversary of the start of the Civil War — a fight, as most will remember, the South surely lost, though the wounds, as the popular narrative goes, are still a little raw. The internet chatter was on the obvious cognitive dissonance of it all: that a conflict so many in the other part of the country classify largely as a battle over the right to imprison and enslave other human beings would be celebrated at all, let alone with a blind eye turned to that particular aspect of the war. As the Times wrote:
The events include a “secession ball” in the former slave port of Charleston (“a joyous night of music, dancing, food and drink,” says the invitation), which will be replicated on a smaller scale in other cities. A parade is being planned in Montgomery, Ala., along with a mock swearing-in of Jefferson Davis as president of the Confederacy.
To readers in the North, all this adds up to some mind-baffling historical doublespeak and cultural insensitivity, like celebrating the anniversary of the Dred Scott decision or hitting a pinata made out of broken Indian treaties.
I spent four years living in South Carolina as a local government reporter; another half a year living in Raleigh in between transferring colleges. I got to travel all up and down the coast of the Palmetto State and its neighbors, from the Spanish-moss framed squares of downtown Savannah to the Supreme Court steps of Columbia; from the Watermelon Festival of Hampton to the barn-sized dining hall/gas station/general store/karaoke bar/emporium of wonder known as Harold’s Country Club in Yemassee , and I realized something that I must share with you, fair readers; something that, once I checked and double checked my math, stood my preconceived notions about regional identity and historical traits on their heads. Disbelieve if you will, but I stand by my argument:
Here it is: I came across way more Confederate flags in New Jersey than I ever did in South Carolina or North Carolina. Continue reading