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“It’s no surprise that Google would create a product so imbued with assholishness. Glass is just the latest in a long line of asshole moves from Google. Google’s aborted project to scan and upload all books in existence to the internet without the publishers’ permission? Asshole behavior. Sending cars with cameras around to take pictures of everyone’s houses for Google Streetview? Asshole behavior. Much of Google’s assholishness ended up producing very useful products (I love Streetview), but this doesn’t change the fact that they rest on an act of colossal assholery, an arrogance that says your privacy/copyright doesn’t matter because Google wants to make a new thing that happens to demolish it.”
“Soon, New York was lousy with bistros. It was a good era if you wanted a kir, steak frites, escargot, frisée lardon, profiteroles. Authenticity, or some version of it, was the point. Everybody was pressing butter into little ramekins to be served at room temperature, changing the paper covering the tablecloths before serving dessert.”
“Mr. Thurston is clearly in need of a few facts, but perhaps these aren’t as easily Googled. So let me supply them for him. Mr. Thurston: no one is remotely as impressed with you as you are with yourself. No one else mistakes your time for a precious commodity. Self-regard does not make you important, nor does a chronic overestimation of your own value actually make you valuable. You are not the cosmos. Most of the people around you are laughing at you, all the time. They are right to laugh, because you have violated a basic social compact. You believe that what you want and value is more important than what others want and value. In fact, no one thinks much about what you want at all. Some of the best advice you can give: remember that the minute you leave a room, no one is thinking about you. Harsh, but necessary.”
– L’Hôte: sometimes the punishment is being the person who deserves the punishment
Love this.
(Source: Spotify)
I will stop loving this image when I am dead.
“I used to think that the interesting issue was whether we should have a monarchy or not. But now I think that question is rather like, should we have pandas or not?”
Poor Mathman. At night, in my darkest hours alone, I can hear the Mathman screaming.
Mathman! SquareOne TV! To this day, I say my own name over and over out loud as I do my work because of Mathman. That’s normal, right?
There’s no way I’d know about Fibonacci otherwise, that’s for damn sure.
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Unknown – Clinton Hill, Brooklyn
Submitted by Jordan
Because a few have inquired about Sazerac’s backstory, I’ll share what I was told by the rescue group I’m adopting him from: he was found living in a wooded area north of Baton Rouge with two other male dogs and one female, all golden retrievers. How long the four dogs had been living on their own in the wild is not known, but Saz was the runt of the group that was led by a protective, savvy female alpha.
The pack was discovered by a farmer who took them in and put an ad in the local paper announcing their discovery. Since it was odd for four goldens to be living in the woods on their own — in addition to the dogs exhibiting some signs of previous domestication — the farmer was sure that the owners were out there somewhere looking for them, but no one ever came forward. They were either abandoned by someone or just treated so shitty that they ran away together in the hopes of finding a better life.
Regardless, it’s painfully apparent that Saz, who is believed to be between 1-2 years old, has so far led a life largely devoid of peace. When he was found his body was riddled with BBs, as if someone with a BB gun had used him for target practice or something. He’s scared of pretty much everything, particularly humans he’s unfamiliar with. When I met him for the first time he tried to run back into his crate to hide and when he wasn’t allowed back into the crate he hid behind his foster owner for quite a while, peeking out from behind her legs occasionally to see if I’d left the room. When he finally did allow me to get close he kept his head down much of the time as if he was scared making eye contact with me might lead to a beating or something.
However, his initial distrust of me eventually faded and soon we were playing fetch with a rope toy (He’s a little clumsy and lumbering and his hilariously big-ass paws sort of flop like flippers when he runs). Later we went for a walk around the neighborhood where he’d get frightened occasionally by the mere sound of my foot cracking a twig I’d stepped on. But the tail that he’d placed firmly between his hind legs upon first seeing me was now wagging vigorously and his potential for becoming a great, loving pet was abundantly evident.
How anyone could mistreat this dog in the way he’s apparently been mistreated is beyond my comprehension. My heart of black ice melted the second I saw his face and looked into his eyes. He’s possibly the sweetest creature I’ve ever encountered. Being in his presence triggers some sort of involuntary “I MUST HUG THIS DOG” response — or at least that’s what he does to me. I simply can’t wrap my brain around how someone evidently looked into these same eyes and felt the opposite of what I feel when I look into them.
But whatever, I’ve been looking to adopt a dog for a some time now but could never seem to find the right one. It’s obvious that Saz and I were just meant to be together — two boys whose early years were spent running around in the swampy woods of south Louisiana. I somehow found my way, now it’s my turn to help him find his.
I grew up with Goldens. They are the dumbest sweetest gentlest most heart wrenchingly kind dogs. So lucky to have had them in my life.
> ruth curry: and that's when I hit 'close tab'
I reactivated my OKCupid profile last week because… . why exactly… ? Well, I know why, I am a human being who needs companionship and affection. But a few days in I am remembering all too clearly the feeling of hypersensitive aimless doomy resignation that accompanies scrolling through and judging lists of people like Seamlessweb restaurant options.
Tonight’s beneficiaries of the ‘hide’ button:
- “I’ve got seventy pairs of shoes”
- “watching how I met your mother as I write this”
- “Director of Business Development for a financial technology firm in the hedge fund space and love my job and work great hours.”
- “I love to laugh!”
- What I’m doing with my life: ”Living it!” :)
- also, “living it lol”
- “Love going out to dinner and drinks, especially during the week”
- “I’m creative in any way I can be, and always going after new skills and trades to expand myself - and really sync with others looking to do the same. “
- anyone who listed “The Tipping Point” or “The Four-Hour Workweek” in their favorite books (easily a dozen)
- (picture of subject in a pool talking on his cel)
- Q: What is the most private thing you are willing to admit? A: ”I was born a poor black child.” (guy is none of those things)
I’m going to do something uplifting now, like watch a Darren Aronofsky film.
I agree with you about everything except the guy who “was born a poor black child” is quoting The Jerk, which is a fantastic movie, and you should probably marry him as a favor to me because he and I would totally get along.
“Just looking for a partner in crime who can help me take advantage of everything the big city has to offer!”
As Czechs head to the polls in presidential elections on Friday and Saturday, advisers to the prince, Karel Schwarzenberg, who is also the Czech Republic’s foreign minister, hope that the jarring image — modeled on a Sex Pistols album cover — will resonate with young voters and help catapult him to Prague Castle, the office of the president.
Quick to disarm anyone who might dismiss him as fusty, Mr. Schwarzenberg, whose full name and title in German is Karel Johannes Nepomuk Joseph Norbert Friedrich Antonius Wratislaw Menas Fürst zu Schwarzenberg, says he prefers Karel.
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