Couple things to note here.
This guy doesn’t agree because obviously he doesn’t understand the point Madrigal is making, otherwise he wouldn’t be posting this guy’s home address. (Somebody also posted the guy’s details in the comments of that piece. It seems to have been removed now.) And whether he gets it or not, posting this guy’s address online is absolutely not cool.
It’s sad to see Tumblr promoting this post in the Long Reads tag, the Politics tag, and the News tag. Tumblr’s obviously in the internet activism game, which is laudable, but are they also promoting internet vigilantism now? That’s incredibly irresponsible.
Come on guys, don’t be like that.
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I think the reason why twentysomethings are so fixated on age is because we feel a pressure to be a certain way at 23, at 25, at 29. There are all of these invisible deadlines with our careers and with love and drinking and drugs. I can’t do coke at 25. I need to be in a LTR at 27. I can’t vomit from drinking at 26. I just can’t! We feel so much guilt for essentially acting our age and making mistakes. We’re obsessed with this idea of being domesticated and having our shit together. It’s kind of sad actually because I don’t think we ever fully get a chance to enjoy our youth. We’re so concerned about doing things “the right way” that we lose any sense of pleasure in doing things the wrong way. Youth may be truly wasted on the young.
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Lately, I’ve re-examined many of my relationships. I totally believe in surrounding yourself with people who are Nectar, and separating yourself from Poison (see here). As I grow older and keep in touch with only a handful of people, I value my relationships with these individuals more and more.
I don’t think I open up easily. I’m very passive-aggressive and push people away often. But in times of need (like when you’re really lost in a foreign city and you need directions), it’s awesome to see who you want to be there for you. And who responds.
Also interesting to note: those who respond to your signs for help, even when you don’t realize you are signaling them. Very special people.—-
One of my closest friends (I hate the term “best friend”) boarded a plane to Hong Kong yesterday. It’s kind of funny, how I saw her off. We said good-bye very casually, as if we’d see each other the following weekend. No tears were shed. No overly embellished farewell’s. We joked around about terrible souvenirs. With her, four months of not seeing each other was nothing compared to 11 years of friendship. I am certain I will remain friends with her for a long time, and I am happy to be a part of her life at a time when she is growing so much.
I will be seeing off my boyfriend of about one year this Friday. He’s boarding a plane, too. Since it’s a long distance relationship, this boarding-a-plane thing happens often. It’s been pretty emotional each time.
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I always feel like I’m struggling to become someone else. Like I’m trying to find a new place, grab hold of a new life, a new personality. I guess it’s part of growing up, yet it’s also an attempt to reinvent myself. By becoming a different me, I could free myself of everything. I seriously believed I could escape myself - as long as I made the effort. But I always hit a dead end. No matter where I go, I still end up me. What’s missing never changes. The scenery may change, but I’m still the same old incomplete person. The same missing elements torture me with a hunger that I can never satisfy. I guess that lack itself is as close as I’ll come to define myself.
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It’s this: we live longer now. But we also live less. It sounds hyperbolic, it sounds morbid, it sounds dramatic, but in choosing the internet I am choosing not to be a certain sort of alive. Days seem over before they even begin, and I have nothing to show for myself other than the anxious feeling that I now know just enough to engage in conversations I don’t care about.
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It’s been exactly one year since Nujabes passed away.
In Nujabes’ Ristorante Mixtape (later remixed into Hydeout Sound Lab in collaboration with DJ Ryow), you can hear the opening line as spoken by Miles Davis:
I’ve been to a lot of interesting places. But I don’t think I’ve ever had the pleasure of visiting Poona Flat. My name is… if you don’t mind, we’d like to play something for you.
Nujabes says his name instead of “Billy Cross”, the name of Miles Davis’ character in the movie Dingo; one of the rare and probably only times that anyone outside of close friends and family that anyone has ever heard Nujabes’ actual voice.
At the time I didn’t pay much mind to this, but since his passing, I miss him more than ever. Now every time I hear this line, I think of the homage that he paid to Miles Davis as one of his influences, and how millions of people worldwide of every national origin are still touched by Nujabes’ simple yet deep music.
Not many people think of his music as hip hop, often labeling it something like ‘new age’ or ‘experimental’; and in many ways, they’re right. But I think that there’s more to it than that. In the book “Can’t Stop, Won’t Stop: A History of the Hip-Hop Generation” by Jeff Chang, he describes hip hop as “the everlasting music”, and I think that Nujabes’ music is the embodiment of that description.
The music that Nujabes created is the most soulful music that I’ve heard in my entire life… and it will probably stay that way until I die. Here’s to you, Nujabes, from 2010 ‘til infinity.
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Marco.org: How should I get started with programming? Which language should I learn first?
I get these questions frequently. Keep in mind that I only “got started” programming once, and that was a very long time ago during which I was primarily thinking about which girls I liked (since I was 13 years old). But here’s how I think it works, especially for adults coming to programming for…
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I like talking to people working in service industries. I hope this doesn’t sound condescending, so let me clarify:
Many of these housekeepers, janitors, gardeners, cashiers, and etc are nice. They’re humble. They seem to enjoy a good chat as much as I do, even though they must be a million times more exhausted.
They remind me of what I’m working for, to make use of the opportunities afforded me. They remind me I have little to complain about, minor inconveniences aside. They remind me that the biggest CEO no better than the poorest beggar, that we’re all equals in some larger plane of existence we can’t even comprehend, that titles are as plastic as the cards in our wallet, that no one will remember us after we’re gone just because we made a million bucks.
I like random conversations and inadvertently doled wisdom. I like capriciously given smiles and wake-up calls to real life. I am no less tempted by glamour, fame, fortune, prestige, and power than the next person, but I am at least more wary of the repercussions of chasing after them, and only them.
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I feel this way whenever someone says, “Oh, just pray to God for a miracle!” about our inability to have children.
Do you even THINK about what is coming out of your mouth???
Source: sisterpearl
New Year’s was a blast. I haven’t been online very much since coming back to California (for the first time an a whole year). While Florida isn’t quite as depressing as it once was, it still pains me to think and reminisce about San Diego’s pristine beaches and the nooks and crannies of downtown Los Angeles… and that I once lived in both of these fantastic cities. Life goes on, and despite these somber feelings, I wouldn’t have met some wonderful people that I have.
Here’s to a new year.
tinatalk: On Crying
I don’t know what it is with me, lately, but I’ve been crying often. I’ve found that I’ve let myself become more overwhelmed by my emotions, and the only resolution is for me to cry.
Usually, the process goes a little something like this: I’ll start thinking of something— it’ll usually be a…
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