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Tue, 25 Aug 2009 16:40:33 -0400

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http://sarahinbamako.tumblr.com

The Women's Crusade (NYT)

Mon, 24 Aug 2009 23:33:12 -0400

The Women's Crusade (NYT)

blue-monday: hammerito: Every year, English teachers from across the U.S. can submit their...

Mon, 24 Aug 2009 10:42:00 -0400

blue-monday:

hammerito:

Every year, English teachers from across the U.S. can submit their collections of actual similes and metaphors found in high school essays. Here are last year’s winners:

Her face was a perfect oval, like a circle that had it’s two sides gently compressed by a Thigh Master.

His thoughts tumbled in his head, making and breaking alliances like underpants in a dryer without Cling Free.

He spoke with the wisdom that can only come from experience, like a guy who went blind because he looked at a solar eclipse without one of those boxes with a pinhole in it and now goes around the country speaking about the dangers of looking at a solar eclipse without one of those boxes with a pinhole in it.

She grew on him like she was a colony of E. Coli, and he was room temperature Canadian beef.

She had a deep, throaty, genuine laugh, like that sound a dog makes just before it throws up.

Her vocabulary was as bad as, like, whatever.

He was as tall as a six foot, three inch tree.

The revelation that his marriage of 30 years had disintegrated because of his wife’s infidelity came as a rude shock, like a surcharge at a formerly surcharge-free ATM machine.

The little boat drifted across the pond exactly the way a bowling ball wouldn’t.

McBride fell 12 stories, hitting the pavement like a Hefty Bag filled with vegetable soup.

From the attic came an unearthly howl. The whole scene had an eerie, surreal quality to it, like when you’re on vacation in another city and “Jeopardy” comes on at 7 PM instead of 7:30.

Her hair glistened in the rain like a nose hair after a sneeze.

The hailstones leaped form the pavement, just like grubs when you fry them in hot grease.

Long separated by cruel fate, the star-crossed lovers raced across the grassy field toward each other like freight trains, one having left Cleveland at 6:36 PM traveling 55 mph, the other from Topeka at 4:19 PM at a speed of 35 mph.

They lived in a typical suburban neighborhood with picket fences that resembled Nancy Kerrigan’s teeth.

John and Mary had never met. They were like two hummingbirds who also had never met.

He fell for her like he was a mob informant, and she was the East River.

Even in his last years, Granddad had a mind like a steel trap, only one that had been left out so long it had rusted shut.

Shots rang out, as shots are known to do.

The plan was simple, like my brother-in-law Phil. But unlike Phil, this plan just might work.

The young fighter had a hungry look, the kind you get from not eating for a while.

He was lame as a duck. Not a metaphorical duck, either but a real duck that was actually lame, maybe from stepping on a landmine or something.

The ballerina rose gracefully en Pointe and extended one slender leg behind her, like a dog at a fire hydrant.

It was an American tradition, like fathers chasing kids around with power tools.

He was deeply in love. When she spoke, he thought he heard bells, as if she were a garbage truck backing up.

I am crying/laughing.

from notalwaysright.com.

Sun, 23 Aug 2009 17:35:55 -0400

from notalwaysright.com.

I am heartbroken that I’m missing this.

Sun, 23 Aug 2009 15:05:33 -0400

I am heartbroken that I’m missing this.

I think that my water purifier sort of looks like a

Sun, 23 Aug 2009 14:19:39 -0400

I think that my water purifier sort of looks like a

helloadam: Painting by Brittany Wight Adam’s...

Sat, 22 Aug 2009 20:24:05 -0400

helloadam:

Painting by Brittany Wight

Adam’s show, Portraits of a Modest Man: A Celebration of 20 Years of Adam J. Kurtz, is now online.

Check his site for portraits of him by Jenna Ullrich, Danny Brito, Kristin Tata, and more!

Somehow, I have always managed to have an ebullient and incredibly talented gay guy in my life (hey Devin).

(via) I am leaving for Mali in five days.

Sat, 22 Aug 2009 18:55:04 -0400

(via)

I am leaving for Mali in five days.

Riot Grrls segment on Roseanne (Season 8, Episode 7 “The...

Sat, 22 Aug 2009 16:21:58 -0400

Riot Grrls segment on Roseanne (Season 8, Episode 7 “The Getaway, Almost”)

“Women rule, dirtbag!”

I fucking love 80's new wave so much.

Fri, 21 Aug 2009 18:44:33 -0400

blue-monday:

(via kidparty)

KINDRED

dude. did you not live with me for a year? The 80’s new wave tag on last.fm is MY JAM. You could have been dancing along to A Flock of Seagulls with me in my room the whole time…

The Capricorns- The New Sound Oh, hey 10th grade.

Fri, 21 Aug 2009 18:21:00 -0400

The Capricorns- The New Sound

Oh, hey 10th grade.

blue-monday: last.fm coincidence

Thu, 20 Aug 2009 13:47:56 -0400

blue-monday:

last.fm coincidence

twoseconds: perfectpandalovenest: todayi:hereiamnyc:

Wed, 19 Aug 2009 17:52:17 -0400

twoseconds:

perfectpandalovenest:

todayi:hereiamnyc:

“Israeli salad”… the lighting makes it look...

Tue, 18 Aug 2009 20:02:09 -0400

“Israeli salad”… the lighting makes it look more majestic than it is, but it’s still delicious.

Smooth, mom.

Tue, 18 Aug 2009 16:39:44 -0400

Smooth, mom.

Today I yelled at some idiot girl in the dressing room of Target...

Tue, 18 Aug 2009 16:10:12 -0400

Today I yelled at some idiot girl in the dressing room of Target for saying “that’s gay.”

Then I bought this hat.

“This is about….how feminism always hits close to home, and why I’m still a child...

Mon, 17 Aug 2009 22:20:00 -0400

“This is about….how feminism always hits close to home, and why I’m still a child with a lot of growing up to do, and how I am ok even if something happened that made me feel like shit.”

-a really fucking awesome ‘zine that I just got around to reading. contact me if you’re interested!

The Dead Weather - Hang You From the Heavens

Fri, 14 Aug 2009 20:26:00 -0400

The Dead Weather - Hang You From the Heavens

noisenotmusic: “A Buddhist walks up to a hot-dog vendor and says, “Make me one with everything.”“

Wed, 12 Aug 2009 03:51:37 -0400

noisenotmusic:

“A Buddhist walks up to a hot-dog vendor and says, “Make me one with everything.”“

Photo

Sun, 09 Aug 2009 15:52:07 -0400