"I will cover another war. I’m sure I will. It’s what I do." →
lens.blogs.nytimes.com
Lynsey Addario, NYT photographer who was held captive in Libya and released last week.
March 2011
27 posts
"I was writing different songs all night and was like, 'Wow, I've been up a long time and it's Friday.' And I was like, wow, it is Friday!" →
gawker.com
Patrice Wilson, chief executive of Ark Factory, on how he came up with the lyrics for Rebecca Black’s “Friday”
"You don’t just manufacture in your head that skirts at the knee are the thing, and you go out and photograph people with skirts at the knee. You’ve got to stay on the street and let the street tell you what it is. There’s no shortcuts, believe me."
Words that every journalist should memorize and live by, via Bill Cunningham in the fantastic, moving and epic Bill Cunningham New York.
is it possible my iPhone has become self-aware and is turning on me?
today my autocorrect changed:
“mmmk” to “MMMMMMMM”
“yurrrrrrrr” to “herpes”
“moseyed” to “mosques”
“chillzville” to “chill illegal” (?!)
or! maybe its getting dumber, like a high-tech version of Flowers for Algernon.
either way, i’m getting nervous y’all. something aint right.
That being said, I don't know you, and I'm just guessing, but I'm pretty sure you're a great big homo. →
thehairpin.com
The “Ask a Queer Chick/Dude/Anonymous Girl” columns on The Hairpin are easily my favorite new thing on the Internet. #cantgetenuf
"I was startled. I mean, we both turned around and looked, we were like, really, what just happened? Money's flying in the air, it's landing on the floor, it's getting stuck in the ceiling, it was very strange." →
consumerist.com
Man Randomly Tosses $100 In Singles At Starbucks Customers
#GOLDEN via @sethporges
“I heard in Arabic, ‘Shoot them,’ ” Mr. Shadid said. “And we all thought it was over. →
nytimes.com
Freed Times Journalists Give Account of Captivity
http://cannotunsee.net/tagged/lookalike →
cannotunsee.net
i could scroll through these all day
tiny taste of summer
first, guiding our mom’s car through dark, quiet streets, warm Virginia air snaking in through rolled-down windows, tugging our hair from their hairbands, making us shiver, reach for the radio and turn it up.
then later, drinking beer from green bottles under a bright, full moon, digging bare feet into hard dirt and still-brown grass.
It’s Friday, Friday
#EVERYBODYSLOOKINGFORWARDTOTHEWEEKENDWEEKEND #PARTYINPARTYIN #YEAH
gaysagainstgaga.tumblr.com →
gaysagainstgaga.tumblr.com
weekend reading + thinking material via Gillian
