Barbara Ehrenreich, Nickel and Dimed: On (Not) Getting By in America. (via howtobeterrell)
That book is one of the great classics of American nonfiction. Norman Mailer et al can suck it.(via theredshoes)
I PROMISE you that every single depressed person has been told to exercise already, you are never ever ever going to be the first person to suggest that to any depressed person ever.
NO “TELEPHONES”. TALK TO EACH OTHER. FACE TO FACE ONLY. WRITE A LETTER. SEND A TELEGRAM TO YOUR MOM. PRETEND IT’S 1860. LIVE.
NO ‘WRITING’… TALK TO EACH OTHER. THROW A ROCK AT YOUR MOM. PRETEND IT’S 10,000 BCE. LIVE.
URGGA. ROU GRAAURH. RUH.
<SMACKS HANDS ON WALL WITH PAINT.>
NO ‘HIGHER BRAIN FUNCTIONS’ …USE YOUR REPTILIAN BRAIN
EAT YOUR MOM’S CORPSE SHE DIED TO PROVIDE YOU WITH SUSTENANCE
PRETEND YOU HAVE JUST AROSE FROM THE SEA
NO “MULTICELLULAR TRAITS”….. USE YOUR SYMBIOTIC MITOCHONDRIA
REPRODUCE ASEXUALLY, YOU’RE YOUR OWN PARENT
PRETEND IT’S 2BYA
NO “LIFE.” USE FUNDAMENTAL PHYSICAL FORCES TO FORM SPHERICAL OBJECTS REVOLVING AROUND ONE ANOTHER IN SPACE.
FUSE HYDROGEN INTO HELIUM USING GRAVITATIONAL PRESSURE TO PRODUCE HEAT AND LIGHT.
PRETEND IT’S 4.5BYA.
STABILIZE INTO EQUILIBRIA
NO “MATTER”. EXIST IN THE VOID WITHOUT PURPOSE OR MEANING.
THERE IS NO “YOU”, ONLY THE VAST CONCEPT OF NOTHING.
TIME DOES NOT EXIST.
THE DEAD GODS OF THE WORLDS BEFORE OURS DREAM ENDLESSLY IN THE VOID BEYOND PERCEPTION. THEY DO NOT EXIST. THEY PREDATE THE VERY CONCEPT OF EXISTENCE. THEIR ONLY FORM IS IDEA ITSELF.
WHEN OUR UNIVERSE SHUDDERS TO A FINAL COLLAPSE, WHETHER HEAT DEATH OR CRUNCH, THEY WILL BLINK A HEAVY, LIDDED EYE, AND STIR IN THEIR SLUMBER.
THEY WILL NOT NOTICE US.
THEY WILL NOT REMEMBER US.
There are few women whose legacies have been more of a political football than Hypatia of Alexandria. She was not only the last scientist to work in the Library of Alexandria, but the first female mathematician in recorded history. She also was an expert astronomer, philosopher, physicist, and overachiever. Unfortunately, Hypatia was killed by a mob of Christian zealots in particularly grisly fashion, turning her life story into a point of contention for centuries to come. Let’s try and unwind this gordian knot after the cut.
I had only heard the Carl Sagan version of the story, although I didn’t know that he was the one that came up with it.
I don’t know him personally.
I’m surprised that he doesn’t know that “Camptown Races” is a minstrel song.
You know what’s creepy about Humpty Dumpty?
They never said he was an egg.
How many baby boomers does it take to screw in a light bulb?
None. They make a millennial do it for nothing and tell them that they’re lucky for the opportunity.
in my day it was “you gen ex slackers should be grateful for the opportunity of unpaid internships” but I’m glad to see this tradition being passed on down through the next generation