"A riot is at bottom the language of the unheard. It is the desperate, suicidal cry of one who is so fed up with the powerlessness of his cave existence that he asserts that he would rather be dead than ignored … To be a Negro in America is often to hope against hope. It means fighting daily a double battle — a battle against pathology within and a battle against oppression without."
My writing process seems to be like, send 47 emails about something else, write four lines, take a shower, go to the coffee shop, write 15 lines while gchatting, leave the coffee shop, realize I lost my wallet at the coffee shop, find out it is not there, despair, intoxicate myself, call my friend Annie and demand to watch Game of Thrones. But stuff seems to come out eventually, so I guess it is happening. I should fix this though.
“All of this is happening, and my Facebook timeline remains full of babies, memes, surveys, and links to Robin Williams videos. Obama hasn’t said hardly a thing. Mainstream news is covering immigration and Robin Williams. If it weren’t for Twitter I wouldn’t even know this is going on.”— First they came for the Black people, and I did not speak out
I was watching Barefoot Contessa and she made a pasta dish, pasta with pecorino and pepper, that looked delicious so I decided to make it. In case you were wondering, Ina’s three favorite herbs are chives, basil, and parsley. I approve.
“I’ve come to believe that a lot of what’s wrong with the Internet has to do with memory. The Internet somehow contrives to remember too much and too little at the same time, and it maps poorly on our concepts of how memory should work.”—Maciej Ceglowski, May 20, 2014, Düsseldorf, Germany
“Seeing professional women of color was both overwhelming and relieving at the same time. I’ll be honest; initially coming to the institute I expected to be surrounded by older white men in suits. Instead, to my surprise, the staff was mainly made up of young, beautiful women in all shades of brown, with full lips and natural hair, tattoos and some wore stilettoes. Many of them are still in their twenties and early thirties but are already commanding the industry, at the top of their game. I loved their authenticity. They exuded an unashamed confidence that was an inspiration to us as we listened intently to what they had to say.”—Or, what I’ve been up to in New Orleans for the past few weeks