love it when the page loads faster than the style sheet. dats good coding
my mother is getting sick of my incessant requests on getting a cat because she loves being a bitch
Tears In Rain is the final soliloquy of the Replicant Roy Batty in the movie Blade Runner. It is much quoted and has been described as “perhaps the most moving death soliloquy in cinematic history”. The final form of the speech was improvised by Rutger Hauer, the actor who delivers it.
“How can it not know what it is?”
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Racism is still a really big issue in this country especially around immigration right now. The way Mexicans are treated in this country is absolutely miserable. I mean let’s think about the major stereotypes of Mexican people. Mexicans are lazy. The other one, Mexicans take all the jobs. How the hell do those two things work together? Exactly. How can you be lazy and still manage to take all the jobs? Well you see, some Mexicans are lazy and some Mexicans work really hard. You mean like all people? You mean like all human beings? If your argument is that Mexicans are like all human beings, well, than you’re just a really bad racist. That’s some poor racism. You should just get out of the racism game.Hari Kondabolu -Mexican Stereotypes
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Ralph Goings - Ralph’s Diner (1981-1982)
“In 1963 I wanted to start painting again but I decided I wasn’t going to do abstract pictures. It occurred to me that I should go as far to the opposite as I could… It occurred to me that projecting and tracing the photograph instead of copying it freehand would be even more shocking. To copy a photograph literally was considered a bad thing to do. It went against all of my art school training… some people were upset by what I was doing and said ‘it’s not art, it can’t possibly be art’. That gave me encouragement in a perverse way, because I was delighted to be doing something that was really upsetting people… I was having a hell of a lot of fun…”
Cover of Nature Volume 409 Number 6822.
The number was dedicated to the paper Initial sequencing and analysis of the human genome
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DJ Edgar Hoover - Ass N’ Twin Peaks
The song that started a revolution.
adding this to my 7am blasting drive to work car music
Staring at this, I am reminded of consoling vignettes with the Great David Cottle, a friend of mine who says he has never felt words of love on page or any another form lest he regard them as human constructs from beneath calculable invitations. Indeed in our youth did we gift ourselves convertibly as a Lupin and Jingen, performing the animating and abundantly contentedness of life, immersing ourselves assiduously with the Thespis’ Of Our Thieving Friends’ genius. Thieving performances of course meaning ailments prevailing and coming whilst inhaling realizations that life and love are found, shared, lost, stolen, and pawned off in ways instigating belated anticipations of our impending knell. But death was no stranger to us. We rather resided in the humiliation of ourselves to each other, drinking beer when it was calling, falling and laughing, and, on several occasions, staring death in the face. One day he asked if I could tell the difference between love and life. I felt as if my response was insufficient, but i said something along the lines of, “four in one year is not that bad, David.” When love betrays you for the enemy and then extricates you to atone itself for its own misdeeds how can you hold a grudge when you are still in love? Perhaps love is a grifter for life’s own self-interests, but it’s apparent benevolence (however bittersweet) prevails time and again for you and you have so far shown that it doesn’t bother you. He responded, “Betrayal? Sounds like an exclusive right to women.” HA HAH!
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This month’s light reading. Cue Sam’s ruminating critiques of AbuKhalil’s supposed ridiculousness ;). Also, who knew Woody Allen could be such a sesquipedalianist? Ain’t nobody got shit on The Structure of Scientific Revolutions tho.
