April 17, 2014
Gabo Must-Read Books Besides 100 Years of Solitude and Love in the Time of Cholera

(In no particular order of preference or chronology)

  • No One Writes to the Colonel
  • The General in his Labyrinth 
  • The Incredible and Sad Tale of Innocent Eréndira and her Heartless Grandmother
  • News of a Kidnapping
  • Chronicle of a Death Foretold
  • Of Love and Other Demons
  • Strange Pilgrims: Twelve Stories
  • Autumn of the Patriarch
  • Memories of my Melancholy Whores
  • Big Mama’s Funeral

There are many more, but these are some of the ones that marked my youth.

Adiós maestro.

— From NYC.  

April 17, 2014

girl-detective asked: Anna (at least I think 'from NYC' is Anna), I just wanted to thank you for your very reasoned and intelligent analysis on the Ukraine issue. It was very informative, and made me feel a little bit better about the situation, whilst still being very culturally sensitive and kind. Kudos.

Indeed it’s Anna (Duyen writes from Melbourne and Julia from London), and thank you so very much for your kind words. It’s very hard to keep a cool head in a conflict like this one, in which opponents will not hesitate to take historically persecuted minorities hostage, however despicable those tactics are. 

To be sure, anti-Semitism is very real in that corner of the world. The Grand Rabbi of the city (which is in Eastern Ukraine) said that one of the leaders of the pro-Russian movement in Donetsk is “the most famous anti-Semite in the region,” so we can’t put it past him and his thugs to do something like that. 

Though of course, such frank hatred is also an opportunity for pro-Europeans. If it isn’t a stretch to make pro-Russians pass as Nazi Germany nostalgics, they can absolutely use it, with no regards for the panic it might create.  

Meanwhile, as all of this is rooted in truly violent rhetoric, Donetsk’s Jewish community have every reason to fear for their safety, which is why it’s callous and possibly reckless to dismiss this as “just propaganda.” 

We may or may not find out who made those flyers. All we can do is hope that there is a resolution to this bizarre fight and that Ukraine Jews can live in peace. Failing that, it’ll be the duty of the international community to give them shelter from the hateful. 

— Anna, from NYC. 

April 17, 2014
girl-detective:

monkeyfrog:

coyotesqrl:

causticgrip:

party-wok:

braiker:

Are you fucking kidding me? Did we all just wake up in 1938?

Jaw on the fucking floor.

wow…

No. We just woke up in 2014. This shit never changes.

GAH

I’m sorry this has become an anti-semitism watch blog within the last few days, but…yeah. I think a lot of people assume hatred of Jews is a thing of the past, and that we don’t deserve to qualify as a minority anymore, but that couldn’t be further from the truth. I wish people would be as outraged about anti-semitism as they (rightly) are in regards to attacks on women, POC, and the LGBTQ community, but that doesn’t seem likely. Frankly, there are days where I wonder if I would get more sympathy if I complained about men telling women to smile rather than treatment of Jews. Sigh.

Ok, there are conflicting reports about this. The New Republic is flippantly asking people to “relax” because this is quite probably a tool of anti-Russian propaganda. Pro-Europe Ukrainians in East Ukraine are trying to make their pro-Russia countrymen look really bad by attributing to them those abhorrent practices. 
On the other hand, Haaretz is reporting that pro-Russians are trying to intimidate Jews for their support of the pro-Europe movement. 
This isn’t to say anybody should “relax.” The panic it created is very real, and Donetsk Jews have had their Passover absolutely ruined by this shit. 
To anybody out there who assumes the world only moves forward (looking at you, complacent progressives), this is a reminder to stay hyper-vigilant. 
Despite all this, I hope you can all spend a very happy Pesach with your loved ones. 
— From NYC. 

girl-detective:

monkeyfrog:

coyotesqrl:

causticgrip:

party-wok:

braiker:

Are you fucking kidding me? Did we all just wake up in 1938?

Jaw on the fucking floor.

wow…

No. We just woke up in 2014. This shit never changes.

GAH

I’m sorry this has become an anti-semitism watch blog within the last few days, but…yeah. I think a lot of people assume hatred of Jews is a thing of the past, and that we don’t deserve to qualify as a minority anymore, but that couldn’t be further from the truth. I wish people would be as outraged about anti-semitism as they (rightly) are in regards to attacks on women, POC, and the LGBTQ community, but that doesn’t seem likely. Frankly, there are days where I wonder if I would get more sympathy if I complained about men telling women to smile rather than treatment of Jews. Sigh.

Ok, there are conflicting reports about this. The New Republic is flippantly asking people to “relax” because this is quite probably a tool of anti-Russian propaganda. Pro-Europe Ukrainians in East Ukraine are trying to make their pro-Russia countrymen look really bad by attributing to them those abhorrent practices. 

On the other hand, Haaretz is reporting that pro-Russians are trying to intimidate Jews for their support of the pro-Europe movement. 

This isn’t to say anybody should “relax.” The panic it created is very real, and Donetsk Jews have had their Passover absolutely ruined by this shit. 

To anybody out there who assumes the world only moves forward (looking at you, complacent progressives), this is a reminder to stay hyper-vigilant. 

Despite all this, I hope you can all spend a very happy Pesach with your loved ones. 

— From NYC. 

(via sistacrumpet)

April 14, 2014

"It’s often seemed to me that a person who feels happy and secure isn’t going to be a very good consumer."

Fact.

rachelhills:

It only takes one person. Support Elena Rossini and The Illusionists.

I first met Elena Rossini a little shy of four years ago, when I first moved to London. An Italian feminist filmmaker living in Paris, I had read about her work (on Feministing, I think), and thought she seemed like exactly the kind of person I would like to meet.

And she was. Like me, Elena was then two years into the creation of her first magnum opus. In my case, my book The Sex Myth, “a consciousness-raising exploration of how sex has come to define who we are and how we fit in”; in her case, her documentary The Illusionists,a damning critique of the marketing of unattainable beauty standards around the world.

In the years that have followed, Elena has been an inspiration to me. I have a huge admiration for her tenacity, for her sense of what is possible, her big picture thinking, her ability to draw people into her projects and make them feel involved – and, of course, her skill as a filmmaker and storyteller.

Elena and I are now both six years into our respective projects. Mine is currently sitting with my publisher, with only a couple more rounds of edits and polishing to go. And The Illusionists is hitting the festival circuit, looking for a home that befits its message and Elena’s formidable filmmaking skills. But this has proved to be as much a challenge as creating the film itself. In order to get her film seen and maximise its impact, Elena needs support from someone who is already a big name in the industry. Which is where you come in.

This week, Elena is launching a campaign based around the idea that it only takes one person. She is reaching out to five people whom she believes could turn The Illusionists around, whether as an executive producer, an ambassador, a voiceover narrator, or a mentor - Lena Dunham, Stephen Fry, Geena Davis, Michael Moore and Alex Gibney – directing them to a sneak preview of the first four minutes of the film on her website, and encouraging her legion of Twitter followers and supporters to get involved.

It would be great if you could get involved, too. I think you will really like the film. And if you know of anyone else who might be able to help The Illusionists make the impact it deserves, please reach out them – or Elena – over Twitter. 

You can watch a short of The Illusionists above, and read more about Elena’s journey here.

— From NYC.

March 25, 2014
"They Are Monsters"

The strangest criticism levelled at Lena Dunham’s Girls is that the characters are terrible people, as if they were real and the creators didn’t realise this.

Tony Soprano, Don Draper, Walter White, Frank Underwood, Jimmy McNulty, Benedict Cumberbatch’s Sherlock, Dexter Morgan, Luther and Vic Mackey. These are all, without exception, killers and dangerous sociopaths, destructive men who do not hesitate to resort to violence to serve their egos and/or thoroughly selfish purposes.

Yet, to read the internet, you’d think the only monsters in today’s television landscape are Hannah Horvath and her friends. Here are a few chosen quotes, from tame to downright operatic: 

Their crime? Being self-absorbed twenty-somethings. 

They are spoilt rotten. Hannah is a narcissist, as is Marnie (who is also desperate, insecure and a control-freak). Jessa is a self-important knob with a tendency to run away from problems and Shoshanna is an airhead who thinks she can find answers to Life’s Big Questions in social conventions and Sex and the City. Adam lacks direction and likes to degrade women in the sack. Roy’s a condescending know-it-all and Elijah’s an impulsive, inconsiderate prick. Charlie, now gone, was a feckless pretty boy whose main interest was to make money and a name for himself. They are all children with fragile egos capable of the most thoughtless shit.

As is everyone you and I have ever met, and been (some of whom don’t even have the excuse of being spoilt rotten). 

Before you start shouting “YOU DON’T KNOW ME,” let me tell you: I like most of the people I’ve met and been. I also know that the “being people” part is what makes us all, with no exceptions, insufferable, petty, self-absorbed twats. Anyone’s who’s been close enough to somebody to get into arguments with them knows this. I’ll go even further: if you think someone’s better than others, you just don’t know them well enough.  

This, perhaps, is the issue: the girls of Girls and the boys who swarm around them are offensive because they are honestly, self-unawarely, and, worst of all, relatably egocentric. They make us squirm because they remind us that deep down, we’re all toddlers dealing with the realisation that the universe does not, in fact, revolve around us. These assholes are, up on the screen, revealing our dirty little secrets, showing the world what we’ve all done to each other in ways identifiable even by the most domesticated of us. 

To those who say Girls is about narcissism, I say no. It’s about being average. It’s about who we can be when we’re close to someone, or desperate enough to bypass common courtesy. It’s about the way our own prejudices are revealed to us. It’s about all the embarrassing situations we put ourselves in and our complete obliviousness to others. It’s about all the times we never even realised we were being giants dicks.

But it’s also about rare moments of grace in this otherwise base life. For all their callousness, these kids are also resilient (it isn’t everyone who recovers so quickly from being treated like shit by their friends and family), forgiving, loyal, accepting (as are Hannah and Adam with one another), vulnerable and brave. 

So you can continue to dismiss Girls as the portrait of a group of “monsters” (whilst you unquestionably and adoringly root for all the fictional psychopathic men I mentioned). Or you can calm the fuck down: you were them, once, and that’s all right.

— From NYC.

March 16, 2014
bartdontlie:

8dalila8:

Yes I’m an adult. Saw it on Pintrest… “nailed it.”

This is perfection.

My father used to make these for us all the time when we were little.
— From NYC.

bartdontlie:

8dalila8:

Yes I’m an adult. Saw it on Pintrest… “nailed it.”

This is perfection.

My father used to make these for us all the time when we were little.

— From NYC.

March 14, 2014
thenewrepublic: Is driving uncool or something? Millennials aren’t driving—and nobody knows why.
Further proof that Millennials are great and all of us old people really wish we were them.
(Or maybe it’s just the part of me that cannot drive speaking.)
— From NYC.

thenewrepublicIs driving uncool or something? Millennials aren’t driving—and nobody knows why.

Further proof that Millennials are great and all of us old people really wish we were them.

(Or maybe it’s just the part of me that cannot drive speaking.)

— From NYC.

March 14, 2014
humansofnewyork: ”I don’t know what to tell you, man.”
This made me laugh, because I read his t-shirt in French. It says:
"MoustacheWrinkes”
He doesn’t know what to tell us and I understand. I understand. 
— From NYC. 

humansofnewyork: ”I don’t know what to tell you, man.”

This made me laugh, because I read his t-shirt in French. It says:

"Moustache
Wrinkes”

He doesn’t know what to tell us and I understand. I understand. 

— From NYC. 

February 25, 2014
Help.

everythinginthesky:

Call 101 if you’re in South England, with any information about Mike Bateman, who’s disappeared again.

My brother is missing again, having purposefully run off this time to avoid discussing his mental health with psychiatrists and, almost certainly, medication and time under observation. While his first disappearance was seemingly on a whim, this latest one is intentional.

While we’re still working with local newspapers and radio stations, we’ve now resigned ourselves to leaving the actual search to the police and are each trying to get back to our normal lives. The psychological impact on the rest of the family has been huge and we need to collectively distance ourselves a little for our self-preservation. Just handling the calls, emails, and messages of support has been emotionally exhausting. The mixture of emotions we’ve all had to deal with with regards to my brother himself is something we’re all still processing and has taken a huge toll. All of us have had our respective jobs/careers heavily impacted. We need to try to recover.

Thanks again for all your support. I hope you understand if I continue with the GIFs, the dumb jokes, and the Youtube videos. I need to get myself back toward something approaching normality.

Take care of yourselves and your family, okay? Okay.

— From NYC.

February 24, 2014
"The most punk gesture of 2014 has already taken place. Not onstage at the Brits or in the pages of the New Musical Express, but in Germany, where Ikea revealed a shocking vision for a future of pain and despair, making the infuriatingly obtuse decision to kill off its iconic Expedit series."

Ikea has killed off Expedit, leaving me sad, angry and confused | Peter Robinson | Comment is free | The Guardian

Well, fuck.

(via indefensible)

This comes six months after Jason put together the largest of the Expedit series (the four by four one), which we’d just bought at Ikea in Red Hook. It was white and destined for the living room and I swear I almost wept when I saw it up.

It was the second four-by-four Expedit shelving unit I’d owned (I’d bought my first in Brussels, the dark wood-like one, and moved it to London, where it served as a bedroom “wall” in my tiny, tiny studio). Those units were also everywhere at Jason’s former place of employment, creating conference rooms and printer rooms in that open space. Jason’s new workplace also has a couple, of course. It seems they are inevitable.

And so I’d had with with the Expedit shelves. I’d look at them and couldn’t repress a dry sob. Despite their mastodon size, they would not fit all our books. We could not make them look right. And I felt physically drained at the idea of dusting them. 

So Jason sold the unit on Craigslist. And it was gone. And we replaced it with Elfa shelves. And I laughed with delight at the thought of never having to look at another Expedit at home. 

And yet here we are. Generations of former students will never have to feel the exasperation I felt at the sight of an Expedit shelf. And that is sad.

— From NYC. 

(via indefensible)

February 17, 2014
everythinginthesky:


My brother disappeared over the weekend. I’d gone down to see him and my mom. We were watching a movie at around 10:30pm, when he stood up and went to the kitchen. He then presumably walked out. I went to see where he was after about 20 minutes. When I couldn’t find him, I assumed/hoped he’d gone out for a cigarette and a walk.
We went out to search for him and hour or so later, and phoned the police about 3 hours after that. We’ve done everything we can since then, including posting flyers and searching everywhere. It’s been 36 hours now. The temperature has been around 0° C both evenings and it’s been raining as of last night.
If you know anyone in south England - especially in Hants/Hampshire - I’d really appreciate if you could point them toward this post, ask them to take a quick glance at the picture and keep it in mind when travelling over the next few days. We believe he’s been off his medication for around 5 days. He’s not violent at all, nor a hazard to anyone but himself. He will probably be confused, with some periods of lucidity. If found, please immediately contact the Hampshire police on the non-emergency number 101, referencing case #200 from 16th February 2014.
Thank you.


Please help.

— From NYC.

everythinginthesky:

My brother disappeared over the weekend. I’d gone down to see him and my mom. We were watching a movie at around 10:30pm, when he stood up and went to the kitchen. He then presumably walked out.
I went to see where he was after about 20 minutes. When I couldn’t find him, I assumed/hoped he’d gone out for a cigarette and a walk.

We went out to search for him and hour or so later, and phoned the police about 3 hours after that. We’ve done everything we can since then, including posting flyers and searching everywhere. It’s been 36 hours now. The temperature has been around 0° C both evenings and it’s been raining as of last night.

If you know anyone in south England - especially in Hants/Hampshire - I’d really appreciate if you could point them toward this post, ask them to take a quick glance at the picture and keep it in mind when travelling over the next few days. We believe he’s been off his medication for around 5 days. He’s not violent at all, nor a hazard to anyone but himself. He will probably be confused, with some periods of lucidity. If found, please immediately contact the Hampshire police on the non-emergency number 101, referencing case #200 from 16th February 2014.

Thank you.

Please help.

— From NYC.

February 11, 2014
UPDATED: Avery Edison Detained at Toronto's Pearson Airport

atsween:

Here you go. Let’s boost the signal people. I’ll try and add details as I get them.

Ignorance means a pre-op trans woman can be referred to as “he” by immigration officers, despite being identified as female on her passport, then end up in solitary confinement at a male prison, because she would get beat up in a cell with other inmates.

Sharing this because lack of training and a problematic law are now hurting a friend. Please help get the word out. 

— From NYC.

February 7, 2014
With half an hour to spare between meetings in central London, I stumbled upon this amazing little museum, called the Grant Museum of Zoology. In it, there is a tiny room called The Micrarium. 

It says that “the Micrarium is a place for tiny things. It’s often said that 95 percent of known animal species are smaller than your thumb, but most museums fill their displays with large animals. The Micrarium sheds light on some of the smallest animals.” Hello harvest bug, hello snipe fly and hello nepa cinerea nymph.

What’s true for museums is true for life. So many small gestures, actions and things often get overlooked.

— From London.

With half an hour to spare between meetings in central London, I stumbled upon this amazing little museum, called the Grant Museum of Zoology. In it, there is a tiny room called The Micrarium.

It says that “the Micrarium is a place for tiny things. It’s often said that 95 percent of known animal species are smaller than your thumb, but most museums fill their displays with large animals. The Micrarium sheds light on some of the smallest animals.” Hello harvest bug, hello snipe fly and hello nepa cinerea nymph.

What’s true for museums is true for life. So many small gestures, actions and things often get overlooked.

— From London.

January 29, 2014
Mum's the word

This is an update of a post I wrote in 2012 (the one below) after a strange but pleasant first visit to the NHS with my then newborn son. We recently went again and after again being denied a first name, I couldn’t help myself and asked the nurse to explain to me the real reason behind all that ‘mum-calling’. “Why, if I have a perfectly pronounceable first name, does she refuse to call me by it,” I asked. “What’s the deal with calling people mum all the time?” 

"Well," she said to my surprise. "I have to apologize. I just do it because I can never remember the names of all the mothers that come through my door."

Fair enough. I guess.

— From London.

whileyouweresleeping:

Being a new mum means getting used to a lot of new things. Some come expected, such as sleep deprivation or hormonally-triggered tears when watching TV commercials, others less so. I have been increasingly confused how the NHS staff here insists on calling me ‘mum’ and Samuel ‘baby’ every time…

January 6, 2014
futurejournalismproject:

Homs 2011 v Homs 2014
Via @_amroali. Select to embiggen.

— From NYC.

futurejournalismproject:

Homs 2011 v Homs 2014

Via @_amroali. Select to embiggen.

— From NYC.

(via tiffehr)