April 2009
14 posts
It’s weird, my mom didn’t love slumdog millionare when we watched it. There was a lot of truth to it, but she always says that she doesn’t like that the movie, the poverty it shows, the lives it shows, are all people see of India. There’s more to the country, she says. And she doesn’t like that people in the Western world know only two things about India -...
“To practice any art, no matter how well or badly, is a way to make your soul...”
– Kurt Vonnegut (via amyyy)
The New York Times on the Precipice |... →
I love The New York Times. To me, it’s such a big part of American culture. When British people ask me which newspaper I read, I first say The Times, then suggest The Guardian. And this story about the Times reminds me of Citizen Kane - there’s an old-world dynasty/empire at stake here.
CNN on Afghan 'rape' law →
“But critics say the latest draft strips Shia women of rights as simple as leaving the house without permission from a male relative and as extreme as allowing a man to have sexual intercourse with his wife even when she says, “No.”“
I have no words.
“It doesn’t happen all at once,” said the Skin Horse. “You become. It takes a...”
– from the velveteen rabbit (via applewagon)
When I’m across the pond and homesick for New Jersey, I don’t think of my room or my school or my home. Mostly things I love, by the way. (I sometimes think of the TV fondly, but I think that’s common with most of us, who are used to spending vacations recuperating on our couches.)
I think of the roads here.
The first time I spoke fondly of the area I grew up in to a friend at...
i love this poem.
Steps FRANK O’HARA How funny you are today New York like Ginger Rogers in Swingtime and St. Bridget’s steeple leaning a little to the left here I have just jumped out of a bed full of V-days (I got tired of D-days) and blue you there still accepts me foolish and free all I want is a room up there and you in it and even the traffic halt so thick is a way for people to rub up against...
“Laughter and tears are both responses to frustration and exhaustion … . I myself...”
– Kurt Vonnegut, Jr. (via enquotations)