“The impulse is that the telling is going to relieve you. And that’s why you feel awful later—you’ve relieved yourself, and if it truly is tragic and awful, it’s not better, it’s worse—-the exhibitionism inherent to a confession has only made the misery worse.”
— Philip Roth, American Pastoral
Tracks
Tuna salad at 2 pm in the house in Dewey Beach and the inescapable stink of suntan lotion. I’m five years old. I want to be “tan” like my cousin. My mother puts black construction paper over the windows with no curtains in the room with bunk beds. My grandpa tells us bedtime stories about men with wrapping paper faces and alligators and he always stops them with “to be continued” because he can never figure out an ending. The boardwalk is one big arcade we never have to step back and look at from afar. I already think I know better than everyone else. I am already wrong.
i can always sit and watch the way the rain hits the waters surface
i could watch this forever
i can hear it in my head. lovely.
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By Alberto Reyes
Every life is inexplicable, I kept telling myself. No matter how many facts are told, no matter how many details are given, the essential thing resists telling…..We imagine the real story inside the words, and to do this we substitute ourselves for the person in the story, pretending that we can understand him because we understand ourselves. This is a deception.
Like most fantasy television shows, Game of Thrones is largely populated by English actors speaking with English accents. This is because Americans are still unconvinced that England is a real country, and associate English speech patterns with kings and magic and sorcery and frequent stabbings.
True facts.
What Is Going on With the Accents in Game of Thrones?
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Please click through watch the interview with Rose Leslie. Ygritte 4ever.
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Nothing would more quickly and definitively reduce U.S. income inequality than allowing every worker in all businesses to participate in deciding the range of incomes from one worker to another. They would never — except in the most bizarre circumstances I can’t even imagine — do what is now a matter of normality, give one person millions, in some cases billions, while others have barely enough to make a living. Moving to a cooperatively organized enterprise is one of the best ways to really do something about unequal distribution of wealth.
Omg. What absolute rubbish! Letting other people and their biased judgements, their insecurities and egos- determine the income range! absolutely not. This will just lead to more frustration, chaos and envy.
I don’t know about the U.S but in India, subjects like income are not discussed among colleagues. It is clearly stated int he contract that it is against the business ethics to discuss your income with other memebers of the organization because it simply leads to uncooperative behaviour within the enterprise and a lot of back stabbing.
Besides, isn’t my ability and credibility that I’m selling? Isn’t this a business deal between my employer and I? Am I not deserving of the amount I’m being paid because I’m being paid as an individual instead of having a comparative drawn between my position and that of a person with no skill set? I did not work so hard through college for nothing. I expect equality in that my hard work is deserving of a certain value and that universal value is based on a just system that is smart enough to distinguish between my skills, the stuff I’ve slogged my ass for and that of someone who is a mere clerk.
I remember a particular scene from “Atlas Shrugged” by Ayn Rand. Now, I’m not a huge fan or anything but she had a perfectly akin vision in that she depicted America as it would become int he future should we let the government and its politicians go on about their business and shut down the idea of capitalism. In one of her scene, she describes how the Motor company where the main character worked had shut down because the men with ability, the backbone behind the company filled with men who screamed equality and socialism, had decided to abandon it.
The description is blatant and ruthless in that it described the state of affairs following the plan that was put forth by the owners. They wanted to introduce the concept of “From each according to his ability, to each according to their need.” “Everybody in the factory from charwoman to President received the same salary.”
Do we want that? Do we want the inequality that such a decision to cure the apparent “inequality” offers? I don’t believe this. I dont think anyone wants so much negativity in an organisation. If you want more money, get a fucking degree sir! If you want to be famous, do something unconventional, lazy! or be satisfied with your health care and bare minimum wages. Atleast your developed world provides that.
It’s really sad to see what’s to become of the world, especially the developed countries. There is no struggle for survival. I’m not saying that thats a bad thing considering progress and science, but considering evolution, this is pathetic. Everyone’s getting fat and lazy and pea brained!
Just because you get stuff served on a platter and don’t have to fight 1000 asian kids to be the smart one in class and go to the best colleges and get the best jobs, simply because you have the best universities in your country and your board is of course biased in that they have reserved seats in state colleges for you, doesn’t mean you create your own mayhem.
Precious little first world problems. Go get out of your country, see what inequality is really like. See what the rich do to get rich. See how a man reduced to the streets rises above the world and fights his way to the top. I’ve seen it in my country. I’ve seen a man become one of the richest in the world through hard work and dedication and not because he sat on his ass all day and cried about the injustice in people getting more money than he is. Instead, he looked into himself, discovered what he lacked, worked towards developing that skill set and had people paying for it.
Wake up.
Roll on Sisyphus: Summer time drunk
The glow; tiny little shadows exaggerating the outlines,
My hands warm now, in yours
We run like the gentle breeze through each others hair,
excitment ripping through your body,
transmitted to me.
Your eyes brown now but your skin turning dark
With the setting sun, the distant light
Shadows…
Today is my last day at the Huffington Post, and this is the last selfie that I take from the newsroom while a lot of people watch and lean out of the frame without ever verbally acknowledging a photo’s being taken.
Monday I start working over at Late Night with Jimmy Fallon with my bud Marina and I’m very, very excited. I’ll be blogging for them. And socialing. And making web content.
The second interview for the job was with Jimmy himself, and while we talked about lobsters and lentils and Shania Twain and I got the feeling that, “I think they’re going to pick me,” I was surprised by how calm I was. Yes, this is a thing. Yes, I can do it.
The past year and a half has been dope — I’ve gotten to move to a city I love and pay my bills and write about comedy on the internet every day for a living — and today feels a lot like graduation. I had a first job and now I will have a second job and I guess I’ll just continue having jobs until I retire or die. I’ve officially set both feet firmly into this era of my life.
I listened to a Third Eye Blind album with the windows down in my ‘93 Camry on the way to my high school graduation while I screamed the lyrics and caught my own eye in the rearview at red lights with my stupid cap and gown. Here was a graduate. Here was a woman and not a child. I still can’t hear any of those songs without becoming 18 again a little bit. Without getting a quick heart and some fluttery lungs and having the muscle memory chemical recreation of what it was to be untested and unknowing but so, so ready to do something bigger.
A similar thing happened at my college graduation when B.o.B’s “Airplanes” (feat. Hayley Williams) inexplicably leapt into my brain as I was crossing the stage, and in the two or three times I’ve heard it playing in a Duane Reade since 2010, I’ve felt sentimental (gut me).
Today has a little bit of that for me. Not just in a “be careful what you listen to” way, but in the sense that I have an empty backpack that I get to fill with the contents of my desk and I have my last coffee from the coffee machine and I have my last emails to reply to and then it’s on to the next. And the next and the next and the next. It’s a first in a time in my life where it feels like there aren’t a ton of firsts left to conquer. First exit interview. First goodbye drinks.
Anyway, today I’m doing something I’ve never done before, and then Monday I’m going to do something I’ve never done before again, and the momentum is beautiful.
Good job south campus. If only these were all over the place at school #rape #sexualassault #help #911
Completely true. The hospital didn’t make me do anything that I wasn’t comfortable doing.
Rainn.org is a great way to get help after trauma
I didn’t know any of this information. :( But I’m glad I know now!!!
