Apr 18, 2014
theatlantic:

Two Charts That Put China’s Pollution in Perspective

Everyone “knows” that China is badly polluted. I’ve written over the years, and still believe, that environmental sustainability in all forms is China’s biggest emergency, in every sense: for its people, for its government, for its effect on the world. And yes, I understand that the same is true for modern industrialized life in general. But China is an extreme case, and an extremely important one because of its scale.
Read more. [Image: NASA via Atlantic]

theatlantic:

Two Charts That Put China’s Pollution in Perspective

Everyone “knows” that China is badly polluted. I’ve written over the years, and still believe, that environmental sustainability in all forms is China’s biggest emergency, in every sense: for its people, for its government, for its effect on the world. And yes, I understand that the same is true for modern industrialized life in general. But China is an extreme case, and an extremely important one because of its scale.

Read more. [Image: NASA via Atlantic]

Apr 18, 2014

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Apr 18, 2014
super-nerd:

Batman Beyond — Sean Murphy

super-nerd:

Batman Beyond — Sean Murphy

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Apr 18, 2014

haerybrains:

realniggaannouncements:

I had a dream last night that Jesus finally resurrected and when white people found out he wasn’t white they arrested him for 2000 something years of tax evasion  

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Apr 18, 2014
theparisreview:

Andy Friedman, from “At the Fish Market.” The portfolio details the final morning of New York’s Fulton Fish Market, before moving indoors, under a roof in Hunts Point in the Bronx.

theparisreview:

Andy Friedman, from “At the Fish Market.” The portfolio details the final morning of New York’s Fulton Fish Market, before moving indoors, under a roof in Hunts Point in the Bronx.

Apr 9, 2014
mindlessidi0t:

Well the new mod definitely works.

mindlessidi0t:

Well the new mod definitely works.

Apr 8, 2014

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Apr 8, 2014
newyorker:

Joshua Hersh on how a Damascus café became a refuge from the uncertainties of life during wartime: http://nyr.kr/1mVYfkm

“On a recent night, after closing up, Jomaa took a seat on the red couch to drink some Lebanese beers with his friend, who I’ll call Karim. Karim, who is twenty-eight years old, had appeared at the café several hours earlier, wearing gym clothes, and announcing that he was calling it a night. Half an hour later, he was back, cleaned up and changed into a sweater and jeans. ‘He saw a pretty girl at the bar across the street,’ Jomaa said, laughing. In fact, Karim had realized he had nothing else to do. The stasis was overwhelming.”

Photograph: Kaveh Kazemi/Getty

newyorker:

Joshua Hersh on how a Damascus café became a refuge from the uncertainties of life during wartime: http://nyr.kr/1mVYfkm

“On a recent night, after closing up, Jomaa took a seat on the red couch to drink some Lebanese beers with his friend, who I’ll call Karim. Karim, who is twenty-eight years old, had appeared at the café several hours earlier, wearing gym clothes, and announcing that he was calling it a night. Half an hour later, he was back, cleaned up and changed into a sweater and jeans. ‘He saw a pretty girl at the bar across the street,’ Jomaa said, laughing. In fact, Karim had realized he had nothing else to do. The stasis was overwhelming.”

Photograph: Kaveh Kazemi/Getty

(Source: newyorker.com)

Apr 8, 2014

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Mar 30, 2014
kayrizbeatz:

i-n-v-e-r-s-e:

At the financial aid office.

When people ask me for gifts

kayrizbeatz:

i-n-v-e-r-s-e:

At the financial aid office.

When people ask me for gifts

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Mar 30, 2014

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Mar 30, 2014

wired:

some-awesome-society:

Emoji-nation. part 2.

by Nastya Ptichek.

Dedicated to Edward Hopper.

Check out part 1 here

So legit.

Mar 30, 2014
It’s said that the eyes are ones windows with the view to their soul. 

It’s said that the eyes are ones windows with the view to their soul. 

Mar 27, 2014
Mar 27, 2014
I began writing in fearful earnest—my mind zoomed all night every night, and I don’t think I really slept for several years. Not until I discovered that whisky could relax me. I was too young, fifteen, to buy it myself, but I had a few older friends who were most obliging in this respect and I soon accumulated a suitcase full of bottles, everything from blackberry brandy to bourbon. I kept the suitcase hidden in a closet. Most of my drinking was done in the late afternoon; then I’d chew a handful of Sen Sen and go down to dinner, where my behavior, my glazed silences, gradually grew into a source of general consternation. One of my relatives used to say, “Really, if I didn’t know better, I’d swear he was dead drunk.” Well, of course, this little comedy, if such it was, ended in discovery and some disaster, and it was many a moon before I touched another drop.
Paris Review interview with Truman Capote (The Art of Fiction, No. 17). (via the-library-and-step-on-it)
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