I hope one day we get married just to say we fucking did it.
I’m at the point where missing you isn’t even genuine. It’s just that I’ve been doing it everyday for so long that it’s a habit.
that’s my opinion…
people actually say that? omg.
buuut, religions ARE trends. they’re patterns of culture, not fixed points in time incapable of progress or popular use.
there’s this really neat micro-financing website called Kiva.org where you can loan money to people who need it.
It’s like donating $25 dollars (or more) but you pick where it goes and you can reinvest it indefinitely.
Think of it as traditional banking except the bankers aren’t in it for money, and you’re the banker.
Okay, so it’s nothing like traditional banking.
Just putting it out there.
(yes, I did learn about this from a vlogbrother’s video).
Also, I imagine most of you follow me for cat comics, and I promise I’ll, you know, get back around to that—but this is cool too.
I really oughta do this… if only Shimer would pay me already.
This fem theories class is making me question my identity. I don’t want to identify as a man because of all the fucked up things men have done in an inherently patriarchal society. At the same time, I feel comfortable in my body (or at least as comfortable as I’ll ever get) and I have no sense of gender dysphoria. Hrmmm. Hopefully Men Doing Feminism will eventually help with this?
search Shimer tags, find people in similar mindfucks. I did not know that this is how that works.
You used to tell me we could never break up because I needed you to reach the top shelves of my closet for my shoes. Well, we broke up, and I got a footstool.
oh, man, everything. I like having a voice; I love taking feminist theories, which is teaching what having a voice means; I like learning by discussion instead of rote; I like knowing everyone around me on a daily basis, and developing a dynamic with each person; I like being able to go out and use Chicago as a classroom (and a party); I like being able to cross-register with at least three other schools at any given time (taking a class at IIT now, for that matter); and I like that my education is serving a purpose, and has significance. “To serve rather than be served” is the motto, and that’s a pretty big deal for me.
If you look through my Shimer College tags, one of them is an actual love letter to Shimer. legit, love letter.
EDIT: found it! http://thisnewscandal.tumblr.com/post/700141733
As we circle Union Square, about twenty NYPD officers haul out orange plastic nets (the kind used to fence off construction sites) and close off the road, diverting the crowd. But the detour, too, was closed, leaving us only one other option: straight down Broadway. The lighthearted carnival air begins to get very heavy as it becomes clear that we are being corralled. The main group, about 150 protesters, keeps on down the street, but the police are running behind with the orange nets, siphoning off groups of fifteen to twenty people at a time, classic crowd control.
A new group of police officers arrives in white shirts, as opposed to dark blue. These guys are completely undiscerning in their aggression. If someone gets in their way, they shove them headfirst into the nearest parked car, at which point the officers are immediately surrounded by camera phones and shouts of “Shame! Shame!”
Up until this point, Frank and I have managed to stay ahead of the nets, but as we hit what I think is 12th Street, they’ve caught up. The blue-shirts aren’t being too forceful, so we manage to run free, but stay behind to see what happens. Then things go nuts.
The white-shirted cops are shouting at us to get off the street as they corral us onto the sidewalk. One African American man gets on the curb but refuses to be pushed up against the wall of the building; they throw him into the street, and five cops tackle him. As he’s being cuffed, a white kid with a video camera asks him “What’s your name?! What’s your name?!” One of the blue-shirted cops thinks he’s too close and gives him a little shove. A white-shirt sees this, grabs the kid and without hesitation billy-clubs him in the stomach.
At this point, the crowd of twenty or so caught in the orange fence is shouting “Shame! Shame! Who are you protecting?! YOU are the 99 percent! You’re fighting your own people!” A white-shirt, now known to be NYPD Deputy Inspector Anthony Bologna, comes from the left, walks straight up to the three young girls at the front of the crowd, and pepper-sprays them in the face for a few seconds, continuing as they scream “No! Why are you doing that?!” The rest of us in the crowd turn away to avoid the spray, but it’s unavoidable. My left eye burns and goes blind and tears start streaming down my face. Frank grabs my arm and shoves us through the small gap between the orange fence and the brick wall while everyone stares in shock and horror at the two girls on the ground and two more doubled over screaming as their eyes ooze. In the street I shout for water to rinse my eyes or give to the girls on the ground. But no one responds. One of the blue-shirts, tall and bald, stares in disbelief and says, “I can’t believe he just fuckin’ maced her.” And it becomes clear that the white-shirts are a different species. We need to get out of there.” —
Jesus H. Christ.
I had to check the news to make sure this quote was authentic (and it is)
President Barack Obama (via fromrighttoleft)
Shimer is a Great Books college based on the Hutchins plan, a curriculum devised by Robert Hutchins of the University of Chicago. Although we’re no longer affiliated with UChicago, we’re still following a similar curriculum to the original one. All classes are done in the Socratic method, and classes have no more than 12 participants. Basically, you read a portion or whole of a text, and come to class prepared to discuss the text. http://shimer.edu is a good place to learn more about applying, the Socratic method, how the Great Books curriculum and foundation works, and why Shimer is a great buy in terms of general educations and liberal arts degrees (including one of the highest graduate school entrance rates in the country).
when all your brain is saying is, “despite all my rage, I am still just a rat in a cage.”
My name is Kelly Schomburg, I’m the girl with the red hair in these pictures. I was protesting at the Occupy Wall Street march yesterday when I and several other women were sprayed with mace and subsequently arrested. Many have already seen the video, which has been spreading like wildfire over twitter, Facebook, tumblr, and other video feeds, along with hundreds of other photos and videos. This is my recount of what happened.