November 2010
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I’m going as a socialist for halloween.
I’m just going to walk up to the kids with the most candy and tell them that they have more than enough candy for themselves and take a certain percentage of the candy and give it to the less fortunate trick or treaters.
You see, I think everyone’s happy when you spread the candy around. I do believe there is a certain point where you’ve gotten enough candy.
I know this is supposed to sound horrible and un-American, but it sounds like a good idea. Kids sharing their candy with other kids from poorer neighbourhoods who probably get less candy on their tour. It’s nice.
(tumblr ate my response to this the first time i posted it)
EvilTeabagger supports childhood obesity!!! Won’t somebody PLEASE think of the children! (clutches pearls and runs off)
I’m going as a libertarian for Halloween. I’m going to call my white mom and dad and thank them for putting me through college and supporting me while I did prestigious unpaid internships, and then I’m going to yell at a homeless person for not working hard enough to have what I have.
Then I’m going to drive down public roads to the library, past the public schools I attended and the post office and the firefighters and the police station, and complain that my tax dollars are wasted.
“And there’s no reason why you have to put yourself in this prison, like, “This is my identity and this is who I am, and if I stray from that then I’m being phony.” I don’t believe it’s possible to be phony. You’re always gonna be who you are. And even if you contradicted who you were yesterday, it doesn’t matter ’cause yesterday’s irrelevant. Today’s the only thing that matters. Once I accepted that, and allowed myself to not have a fixed identity, I realized, “I want to be something fantastic. If I’m gonna create who I am, I don’t want to be this shy, meaningless creature that hasn’t made a splash in the world. I want to be something outrageous and fantastic and inspiring and bizarre.”
— kevin barnes (via fuckyeahofmontreal)
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Let's make Peta history →
guardian.co.uk
Julie Bindel: The animal rights organisation treats women like meat and does animals few favours – this dreadful group needs to disappear
“The problem is that religion, because it has been sheltered from criticism in the way it has been, allows people, perfectly sane…perfectly intelligent people, to believe en masse what only idiots or lunatics could believe in isolation. If you wake up tomorrow morning convinced that saying a few Latin words over your breakfast cereal is literally going to turn it into the body of Julius Caesar or Elvis…you have lost your mind. But if you believe that a cracker becomes the body of Jesus at the mass, you’re very likely perfectly sane, you just happen to be catholic. But these beliefs really are equivalent, and they are equivalently crazy.”
—Sam Harris (via aggressiveretreat)
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“Since we all came from a woman, got our name from a woman, and our game from a woman. I wonder why we take from women, why we rape our women, do we hate our women? I think it’s time we killed for our women, be real to our women, try to heal our women, ‘cause if we don’t we’ll have a race of babies that will hate the ladies, who make the babies. And since a man can’t make one he has no right to tell a woman when and where to create one.”
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Tupac Shakur
(via sisterhoodispowerful)
Feeling Sad Makes Us More Creative (The Frontal Cortex) →
wired.com
For thousands of years, people have speculated that there’s some correlation between sadness and creativity, so that people who are a little bit miserable (think Van Gogh, or Dylan in 1965, or Virginia Woolf) are also the most innovative. Aristotle was there first, stating in the 4th century B.C.E. “that all men who have attained excellence in philosophy, in poetry, in art and in politics, even Socrates and Plato, had a melancholic habitus; indeed some suffered even from melancholic disease.” This belief was revived during the Renaissance, leading Milton to exclaim, in his poem Il Penseroso: “Hail, divinest melancholy/whose saintly visage is too bright/to hit the sense of human sight.” The romantic poets took the veneration of sadness to its logical extreme, and described suffering as a prerequisite for the literary life. As Keats wrote, “Do you not see how necessary a World of Pains and troubles is to school an intelligence and make it a soul?”
Well, it turns out the cliché might be true after all: Angst has creative perks. That, at least, is the conclusion of Modupe Akinola, a professor at Columbia Business School, in her paper “The Dark Side of Creativity: Biological Vulnerability and Negative Emotions Lead to Greater Artistic Creativity”…
I think we're friends on last.fm.
also, lovelovelove your blog! <3
No way. What’s your last.fm name?
And I’m glad you like it! I’ve been enjoying yours quite a bit as well. <3
we should make a date for us to drink fine beer and chain smoke and listen to of montreal.
I wholeheartedly agree! :D
