I think this warrants a “wow.”

My old view makes an appearance on the new post at Christopher Niemann’s always-delightful but rarely-updated Times blog.
# Come Rain or Come Shine - Abstract City Blog

My old view makes an appearance on the new post at Christopher Niemann’s always-delightful but rarely-updated Times blog.

Come Rain or Come Shine - Abstract City Blog

When whites fantasize about becoming other races, it’s only fun if they can blithely ignore the fundamental experience of being an oppressed racial group. Which is that you are oppressed, and nobody will let you be a leader of anything.

It feels good to know that Analee Newitz, who I loved to read as a teenager, really is effing awesome.

When Will White People Stop Making Movies Like “Avatar”?

(via an article in today’s Times about the many critical responses to the movie.)

The 2008 election was long and tumultuous, but one clear winner emerged from the rumpus: typography. An immeasurable amount of ink was spilled on the Obama campaign’s slick identity work, particularly on the thoughtful use of Gotham, the HFJ font.
John McCain famously used Optima in that election cycle. Today, I clicked over to McCain’s site to listen to him curry favor with the teabaggers in the first radio ads for his 2010 Senate reelection campaign, and guess what! Gotham.
Not a bad move – it certainly has accomplished more than Sarah Palin in the last couple years.

The 2008 election was long and tumultuous, but one clear winner emerged from the rumpus: typography. An immeasurable amount of ink was spilled on the Obama campaign’s slick identity work, particularly on the thoughtful use of Gotham, the HFJ font.

John McCain famously used Optima in that election cycle. Today, I clicked over to McCain’s site to listen to him curry favor with the teabaggers in the first radio ads for his 2010 Senate reelection campaign, and guess what! Gotham.

Not a bad move – it certainly has accomplished more than Sarah Palin in the last couple years.

I’m not saying there is anything wrong with liking The Notebook, but there’s kind of something wrong with liking The Notebook, you know? I mean, this movie is actual garbage. It doesn’t pluck at your heartstrings so much as it barfs on your diarrhea-strings.

I laughed hysterically through the entire synopsis.

#The Notebook - The Hunt For The Worst Movie Of All Time

But behind the scenes, it is now clear, the deaths had already generated thousands of pages of government documents, including scathing investigative reports that were kept under wraps, and a trail of confidential memos and BlackBerry messages that show officials working to stymie outside inquiry.

Officials Obscured Truth of Migrant Deaths in Jail

Gripping – and appaling – from start to finish. Try to read this and still deny the need for comprehensive immigration reform.

I think about this graph a lot. At the moment, it’s because I’m rereading Clay Shirkey’s magnum opus from last spring, on the future of the industry. Click-through for a readably-large version.
# A Graphic History of Newspaper Circulation Over the Last Two Decades

I think about this graph a lot. At the moment, it’s because I’m rereading Clay Shirkey’s magnum opus from last spring, on the future of the industry. Click-through for a readably-large version.

A Graphic History of Newspaper Circulation Over the Last Two Decades

Rosie:

Song and Video by Edward Sharpe and the Magnetic Zeroes.

[after a whirlwind trip through my life stateside i am taking the redeye back tonight and feeling reflective and happy, happy like a stoned dog]

from a spoken interlude 2/3 through the song:

Him: Do you remember that day you fell out of my window?
Her: I sure do, you came jumping out after me.
Him: Well you fell on the concrete, nearly broke your ass, you were bleeding all over the place and I rushed you off to the hospital, you remember that?
Her: Yes I do
Him: Well there’s something I never told you about that night
Her: What didn’t you tell me
Him: While you were sitting in the backseat smoking a cigarette you thought was gonna be your last, I was falling deep, deeply in love with you, and I never told you till just now.

Sometimes all of life feels this way. No one can strum the chord the way Rosie can, either. It makes me glad that she found this song for herself.