Oh good, we’ve already reached the part of the festivities where white liberal bloggers are congratulating themselves for having defeated racism once and for all via tweeting.
"Except for the field organizers of strikes, who were pretty tough monkeys and devoted, most of the so-called Communists I met were middle-class, middle-aged people playing a game of dreams. I remember a woman in easy circumstances saying to another even more affluent: ‘After the revolution even we will have more, won’t we, dear?’ Then there was another lover of proletarians who used to raise hell with Sunday picknickers on her property.
"I guess the trouble was that we didn’t have any self-admitted proletarians. Everyone was a temporarily embarrassed capitalist. Maybe the Communists so closely questioned by the investigation committees were a danger to America, but the ones I knew—at least they claimed to be Communists—couldn’t have disrupted a Sunday-school picnic. Besides they were too busy fighting among themselves."
Five different people separately pulled me aside today to tell me what an amazing a job I’m doing and how happy they are that I’m there. This after my boss insisted on treating me to lunch. Considering that it’s a summer Friday and half the staff is “working from home”, that’s even more strange than it sounds.
It’s always great to hear stuff like that! Don’t get me wrong. Stuff like that can be all the difference between a gulag and a kibbutz. But now I’m thinking about my face. Are they afraid I’m unhappy there? Is my face doing that thing again? That thing where I’m thinking about lunch or a nap or Russell Tovey’s ass, but my permanent bitchface is saying “I hate you all and I’m about to walk out and never come back”?
So I now have managed to experience anxiety about receiving effusive praise from my new coworkers. Wow, Jason. Wow.
I actually hacked together a cable to hook my VCR to the line-in on my sound card, back in the primitive times, to record a wav of Ruby saying “Hot! Hot! Hot!” I used it as my ‘new email’ alert in Eudora. Possibly the world’s first ringtone.
holy shit, rhyley, you are a champion
I ended up recording .wav’s of nearly every Ruby Rhod line from Fifth Element that summer. I was going through a bit of a phase.
I also recorded Lt. Commander Data’s "Life Forms" ditty from Star Trek: Generations, to listen to whenever I was feeling sad. Nowadays, in a similar situation I’d just google “dancing baby Groot”. Anti-sadness technology has advanced.
Oh please don’t ask Benedict Kahnberbatch to play a villain again, he’s liable to pop something overacting each scene and looking like a Boston terrier eating peanut butter. Just because someone’s british doesn’t mean he can play a villain.
According to data from RealtyTrac, the “top 10 places Baby Boomers are leaving the fastest” includes four Atlanta counties — Fulton, DeKalb, Clayton and Cobb. Fulton topped the list, losing an astonishing 21.9 percent of its Boomers between 2007 and 2013 (despite gaining 12,700 residents last year).
Blacks and whites have sharply different reactions to the police shooting of an unarmed teen in Ferguson, Mo., and the protests and violence that followed. Blacks are about twice as likely as whites to say that the shooting of Michael Brown “raises important issues about race that need to be discussed.” Wide racial differences also are evident in opinions about of whether local police went too far in the aftermath of Brown’s death, and in confidence in the investigations into the shooting.
Hey so the always-excellent Pew Research Center for the People and the Press has a new poll on reactions to the police killing of Michael Brown and the police response in Ferguson. In terms of seeing any kind of long-term policy response, it’s so important to remember that most people (and especially most white people) don’t feel the police response has gone too far. If you’re interested, the full report for the poll has way more details.
Welcome to the US, where believing things which simply aren’t true—like say that the police in Ferguson should not all be fired and then prosecuted—is your god-given right, but free assembly is not.