June 2013
27 posts
“Two Reasons Why I Like Men”
(1) The vulnerability of their legs
in shorts,
(2) The innocence of their bare chests
in August.—Dorothea Grossman
if i dont text back its becuase i replied in my mind but was too lazy to physically reply and im really sorry im the worst kind of person
One man disagreed.
I blocked him.
Or places we haven’t been, it’s just reading the Yelp reviews is stressing me out about long waits (I don’t know why, I’ve never had to wait for brunch and it’s not like waiting for brunch is the end of the freaking world) god not that this is news but Yelp reviewers are such DRAMA QUEENS. “I would LOVE to be able to give this place five stars but I was so excited when it opened up and MAN did it disappoint. I had to RUSH RIGHT TO THE INTERNET to WARN you all. Thank GOD I caught you before you tried it yourself. The mimosas were not a champagne to orange ratio that I totally prefer. And! We had to WAIT. For THINGS. That we WANTED. We were soooo hungry. We almost STARVED. Don’t go here. YOU WILL STARVE. LITERALLY STARVE. THE TABLE NEXT TO US, TWO PEOPLE HAD DIED AND THE OTHERS HAD RESORTED TO CANNIBALISM. I know everyone always says this but I really mean it, I never complain to a manager, but I HAD to. I mean, they were EATING each other. I mean, whatever, do what you want, the French Toast was pretty good, I guess, when it FINALLY got to us, just before we STARVED.
Order the Strawberry Bellini it was delish.”
“Three stars.”
Anyways, let me know what you feel like, brunch wise. 11 is fine by me.
” —A few weeks ago I sent Caroline a brunch planning email that got away from me (via heylabodega)With a “Nuremberg defense” and other key avenues blocked by the judge in his trial, the Army private has been left with little option but to beg for mercy from the court. The erosion of judicial protection for those who expose state crimes is a dire development. - 2013/06/09
Journalist Chris Hedges pulls no punches calling the trial of Pfc. Bradley Manning a “judicial lynching.” Clearly, all the defense restrictions placed by the judge, Army Col. Denise Lind, confirm the kind of sham trial this is and that justice won’t set foot in the court room. Hedges writes on the importance and opportunity that Manning’s leaks created:
The Afghans, the Iraqis, the Yemenis, the Pakistanis and the Somalis know what American military forces do. They do not need to read WikiLeaks. They have seen the bodies, including the bodies of their children, left behind by drone strikes and other attacks from the air. They have buried the corpses of those gunned down by coalition forces. With fury, they hear our government tell lies, accounts that are discredited by the reality they endure. Our wanton violence and hypocrisy make us hated and despised, fueling the rage of jihadists and amassing legions of new enemies against the United States. Manning, by providing a window into the truth, opened up the possibility of redemption. He offered hope for a new relationship with the Muslim world, one based on compassion and honesty, on the rule of law, rather than the cold brutality of industrial warfare. But by refusing to heed the truth that Manning laid before us, by ignoring the crimes committed daily in our name, we not only continue to swell the ranks of our enemies but put the lives of our citizens in greater and greater danger. Manning did not endanger us. He sought to thwart the peril that is daily exacerbated by our political and military elite.
Manning showed us through the documents he released that Iraqis have endured hundreds of rapes and murders, along with systematic torture by the military and police of the puppet government we installed. He let us know that none of these atrocities were investigated. He provided the data that showed us that between 2004 and 2009 there were at least 109,032 “violent deaths” in Iraq, including those of 66,081 civilians, and that coalition troops were responsible for at least 195 civilian deaths in unreported events. He allowed us to see in the video “Collateral Murder” the helicopter attack on unarmed civilians in Baghdad. It was because of Manning that we could listen to the callous banter between pilots as the Americans nonchalantly fired on civilian rescuers. Manning let us see a U.S. Army tank crush one of the wounded lying on the street after the helicopter attack. The actions of the U.S. military in this one video alone, as law professor Marjorie Cohn has pointed out, violate Article 85 of the First Protocol to the Geneva Conventions, which prohibits the targeting of civilians, Common Article 3 of the Geneva Conventions, which requires that wounded be treated, and Article 17 of the First Protocol, which permits civilians to rescue and care for wounded without being harmed. We know of this war crime and many others because of Manning. And the decision to punish the soldier who reported these war crimes rather than the soldiers responsible for these crimes mocks our pretense of being a nation ruled by law.
When I hear “Just the Way You Are,” it never makes me think about Joel’s broken marraige. It makes me think about all the perfectly scribed love letters and drunken e-mails I have written over the past twelve years, and about all the various women who received them. I think about how I told them they changed the way I thought about the universe, and that they made every other woman on earth unattractive, and that I would love them unconditionally even if we were never together. I hate that those letters still exist. But I don’t hate them because what I said was false; I hate them because what I said was completely true. My convictions could not have been stronger when I wrote those words, and—for whatever reason—they still faded into nothingness. Three times I have been certain that I could never love anyone else, and I was wrong every time. Those old love letters remind me of my emotional failure and my accidental lies, just as “Just the Way You Are” undoubtedly reminds Joel of his.
Perhaps this is why I can’t see Billy Joel as cool. Perhaps it’s because all he makes me see is me.
” —Sex, Drugs, And Cocoa Puffs by Chuck Klosterman
(via thechocolatebrigade)
My biggest problem in life is not being able to live in the moment. I’m stuck in the future, constantly aware that words fade, memories blur, and people turn to dust. I get overwhelmed by the fleetingness of it all. I try so hard to forget about the future, to live in the present, to love without abandon, to enjoy and focus on the now, but it all seems dishonest. Every “always”, every “forever”… how can you promise that? How can you tell me to my face that you can promise that? How can you tell me I will do the same?