Another Eastern European block built like a machine. Lovely!
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Ante Svarčić: Center at the Ruder-Boskovic-Street, Split, Croatia, 1972–1983
Photo: © Liz Zimmermann 2015
You know, I’m rather fond of Girl Scout Cookies the mixed drink, Girl Scout Cookies the hybrid marijuana strain, AND Girl Scout Cookies the Girl Scout cookies.
For the flight back from Pennsylvania, I bought & read Jill Leovy’s “Ghettoside”, because I forgot to bring a book and when I was in LA her Homicide Report was one of the only promising bits of journalistic effort in a pretty lackluster town.
It’s decent. Well, more. I have a tendency to scoff at things giving even competent generalist introductions to things I have history with; what I SHOULD say is it’s pitched at the airport-book level, but her details and analysis are fully in line with but more in-depth than mine.
She uses for a through-line the investigation of the murder of the son of a homicide detective; crime writers are traditionally good at balancing facts and social context and overall narrative and colorful anecdote and she’s no different - you realize a lot of her digressions front as pieces of the puzzle while merely being something interesting in proximity to the central story, but only in retrospect.
(That access issues might’ve precommitted her to the angle that the son was in fact a good boy who didn’t do nothing — that you notice in even later retrospect.)
One thing - I was reading her on the idiom of being “caught slippin’” and I was like “wait a second - is this the ghetto way of saying ‘around blacks, never relax’?”
Lean Cuisine has split into four design-differentiated lines:
Comfort - based on mid-century American staples
Favorites - based on… white ethnic dishes? The original ‘70s wave of health-branded foods, fat-light grain-heavy incl. California Cuisine and similar southwestern resort food?
Craveables - using gooey cheese as the major selling point?
Marketplace - based on contemporary fusion styles and later Moosewood-style health flavor palettes?
I find this FASCINATING.
even knowing the deal from day 1, it still worked on me.
[…] The Man in the High Castle translates onto the screen what might be the most potent political sentiment of our contemporary moment. The resistance movement of the television series captures, unwittingly, a generalized mood among many working-class and middle-class American whites that the time has come for them to throw off the shackles of a multicultural, politically-correct elite. A significant portion of white Americans believe they have been disadvantaged by the globalization of capitalism and the domestic valorization of diversity. Like Juliana Crain, they look at the footage from the mid-century United States with admiration and envy, and they wonder how and when the country went wrong. The distorted nostalgia that drives The Man in the High Castle is an ideal match for this pervasive mood. Like the subversive resistance fighters in the series, a substantial, perhaps growing number of Americans are convinced that they must act to take their country “back” — both back to some previous, unspecified moment and back from some generalized but ill-defined enemy.
If you’re going to pull a quote that’s a good one but there’s better and more subtle stuff in here
tsk
It was like oooh don’t do spoilers, this is ~Firefly~ and
Just had a dream that in the Asian archipelagos dolphins had been tamed for riding like horses for interisland transport but there weren’t hitching posts or anything and I was kinda afraid to dismount cause I didn’t know where to put my dolphin so it would be there when I came back.
Median property taxes as a percentage of median home value by county in the United States, 2005-2009.
Go to Kinko’s and print up flyers advertising guitar lessons and put them on telephone poles. Get a call from a newly divorced dad who wants to learn new things now that he has more free time. Teach him the riff from All Along The Watchtower. Now make him forget it. You can’t. You can’t unteach Bill how to do the riff written by Bob Dylan but made famous by Jimi Hendrix. That’s what sex is.
Imagine you’re driving a Ford F-150, rated best in its class three years runnig by the National Highway institute. Now imagine you’re driving as fast as its V-8 350 horsepower engine can take you, and you ram into a tree. You’re saved by the Ford F-150′s award-winning safety features, but you’ve bent the Durasteel ™ fender. Of course, you can always replace the Durasteel ™ fender with your affordable extended warranty at any highly qualified Ford dealership, but it wouldn’t be the same Ford F-150. The Ford F-150 that you got at an unbeatable price will never be the same again. Your hymen is not Built Ford Tough ™.
Imagine you’re Truman at the Potsdam Conference. The war with Germany is over, but questions still linger about Japan. You meet Stalin for the first time. Roosevelt once wrote of him: “he has nothing human to grab a hold of.” You can see it in his dead eyes. The marriage of convenience between Stalin and the West is crumbling, and Potsdam is where you will sign the divorce papers. Stalin has those dead eyes set upon absorbing as much of the Nazi empire as he can into the Soviet fold. The Allies fear his ambitions will turn eastward, to exploit Japan’s weakness and stretch the bear’s arms into the Pacific. Churchill takes you aside in that grand palace, away from the throng of diplomats and spies. He doesn’t trust you like he trusted Roosevelt, but you’ve earned his respect all the same. He shares the concern of all the Allies: that the invasion of Japan is imminent, and the bloodiest battle of the bloodiest war is yet to begin. You confide in him one last secret: that the US has a new weapon unlike any the world has ever seen; a weapon that will end the war and freeze Stalin in his tracks, all without losing a single Allied life. The old bulldog is incredulous, if not intrigued, though he knows better than to ask too many questions of friends. You have set in motion half a century of Cold War. There’s no turning back now. That’s what sex is. When you have sex, you are planting the seed for a new era of atomic fear.
It made sense that enough people I knew were that invested in Steve Jobs; Robin Williams was honestly a surprise I thought we were over him
Lemmy makes sense but it was still a bit of a shock on social media how many people Lemmy made sense for; David Bowie I get the concept but I hadn’t been walking around thinking “David Bowie is important to us”, y'know?
The night it came out Kurt Cobain died in 5th grade the bff I made in 4th who moved away in 6th called me up to say and it was like okay
I don’t know who I’m invested in that I’d be surprised to see die. Had my kitten and learned a lesson there.
plane crash
overdose from well-hidden painkiller addiction borne of being a neurotic perfectionist on a WWE performance schedule
undiagnosed congenital heart defect that is occasionally suspected as cover for overdose from painkiller addiction borne of being a neurotic perfectionist on a WWE performance schedule
she’s mortal, we all are.
(actually that’s not even a fair knock she seems to do a good job of scheduling R&R into her tours where she demos emotional and apparitional effort as an apparent creative relief from the instrumental performance of the current self she maintains and services as a liveable god-shell and I love & respect the girl but also due to human evil kind of hope it’s killing her or making her more vulnerable, out of I guess jealousy and patriarchy and Skynet-fear.
