I don’t know why I didn’t post about this earlier
I just remembered the story Amanda Palmer told the crowd at her concert in Chicago.
She got quiet for a sec (after we sang happy birthday to neil) and then looked up and said, “Can I tell you guys something really corny?”
Of course, everyone in the audience scream and hollered yes. Amanda, you can tell us anything.
So she says that earlier in the day she walked down Clark Street in Wrigleyville just to see what was around. There’s not much in Wrigleyville other than sports bars and more sports bar. Eventually she stopped at comic book store and went inside. She quickly checked to see if anyone recognized her and then proceeded to walk around the store. As she left, the guy at the counter said hey. She said hey back. He asked her to draw a picture for a friend of his since she was a huge fan. Amanda said sure and the comic book dude asked if there was anything he could get for her. He could hook her up if she wanted. She asked do you wanna know the truth? Of course.
She said that when she was feeling lonely, she would go to comic book stores and look at all of Neil’s work on the shelves.
And holy fucking shit did that make my heart hurt.
(Mine too. When I miss her I am significantly more likely to look at Amanda Palmer photos on Tumblr than to walk into a record store.)
WHY DON’T YOU CARE ABOUT MY SEXUAL PREFERENCES AND FETISHES‽ For reals though, good luck! Sending you happy, successful thoughts.
because Joel that’s just tooooooo much judgment for one person
just kidding, you know how I feel about these things. probably too well.
*eats the happy thoughts*
nom. tastes like hope.
EDIT: AND OH MY GOD YOU USED AN INTERROBANG <3
See, when you’re programming too, the world grows small and still. You forget about everything else. You’re in a zone. There are no backward glances. The sound and the lights keep pushing you onwards. You gather pace. You keep on going. The variations comply. The sound funnels inwards to a point, like an explosion seen in reverse. Everything comes down to a single point. It might be a voice recognition program, or a chess hack, or writing lines for a Boeing helicopter radar — it doesn’t matter: the only thing you care about is the next line coming your way. On a good day it can be a thousand lines. On a bad one you can’t find where it all falls apart.
Sam Peters, in Let the Great World Spin by Colum McCann (via cincodenada)
We oppose the teaching of Higher Order Thinking Skills, critical thinking skills and similar programs … which focus on behavior modification and have the purpose of challenging the student’s fixed beliefs and undermining parental authority.
The Texas Republican 2012 platform, which officially opposes teaching students “critical thinking skills.”
There are not enough frowny faces in the world for this. =|
FUCK. ME. SIDEWAYS. hello attempted new world order, thy name is Republican.