(via tastyboots)
But, by the mass, our hearts are in the trim.
(via dragoonthegreat)
Sharks
mascots
snails.
You want just one?
Current: brain tapeworms.
clown romances
Hip-hop was a problem because an underclass that had been left to die didn’t, and instead created a music decrying their conditions that was vivid, troubling and beautiful, a declaration of existence in the face of those who’d condemned them to oblivion. It screwed up the narrative, and thus was born an anti-rap racism in which symptom became cause, laments of violence and deprivation becoming justifications for violence and deprivation. Anti-rap racists hear rap music as proof that black men pose a uniquely violent danger to the American status quo, even as the entire trajectory of that status quo suggests it’s the other way around. As theories of history go it’s both aggressively incorrect and depressingly unoriginal.
Disliking hip-hop doesn’t make you a racist any more than liking hip-hop makes you not a racist, and I’m sure there are plenty of Stormfront enthusiasts with Rick Ross in their iTunes. If you don’t like Jay-Z because you just don’t like the way he sounds, or you’re sick of his cloying ubiquity, or you wish he’d talk about something other than where he’s from for five seconds—hey, I’m not mad, I don’t like Bruce Springsteen for the same reasons. But if you don’t like rap music—a genre that contains multitudes—because of a self-satisfied moralism, or because you’re scared of it, or because you wish those people would stop talking about their problems and get out of your television and radio and kids’ bedrooms: well.
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Tom Hiddleston reads Bright Star by John Keats
Bright star, would I were stedfast as thou art—
Not in lone splendour hung aloft the night
And watching, with eternal lids apart,
Like nature’s patient, sleepless Eremite,
The moving waters at their priestlike task
Of pure ablution round earth’s human shores,
Or gazing on the new soft-fallen mask
Of snow upon the mountains and the moors—
No—yet still stedfast, still unchangeable,
Pillow’d upon my fair love’s ripening breast,
To feel for ever its soft fall and swell,
Awake for ever in a sweet unrest,
Still, still to hear her tender-taken breath,
And so live ever—or else swoon to death.
(via apriki)
I’m a graduate student earning my master’s in library science, and everyone asks me, “Why are you doing that? Libraries are going extinct because of e-readers!” Obviously, I don’t agree, but I’m curious - what’s your opinion on libraries today and in the future, and do you own an e-reader?I have a Kindle somewhere, but I have no idea where it is any more. On the other hand, I know where the Kindle apps are on my phone, tablet, iPad and Macbook Air, which makes knowing where the actual Kindle is irrelevant.
Let’s see… we’re entering an age of too much information, in which knowledge and information retrieval and navigation are going to be some of the most important skills anyone can possibly possess. You are being trained in library science, which is knowledge and information categorisation, management and retrieval. And someone wants to know if your job is going to be extinct because we may not have as many places with lots of paper books any longer?
I think libraries are more vital now than they have ever been. And whatever form books take in the centuries and millennia to come, we will always need librarians.
Mr. Gaiman, you say the nicest things. My mom’s been an elementary school librarian for 30 years now. She teaches kids how to find information, and, some of the time, introduces them into using technology and books to educate and entertain themselves. That skill-set won’t ever be invalid or unimportant.
(via teachingliteracy)
