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❝ The towers are gone now, reduced to bloody rubble, along with all hopes for Peace in Our Time, in the United States or any other country. Make no mistake about it: We are At War now — with somebody — and we will stay At War with that mysterious Enemy for the rest of our lives. It will be a Religious War, a sort of Christian Jihad, fueled by religious hatred and led by merciless fanatics on both sides. It will be guerilla warfare on a global scale, with no front lines and no identifiable enemy. ❞

- Hunter S. Thompson Knew The Score

❝ Award shows had entire categories dedicated to agency self-branding. Creative people were often pulled into long meetings to come up with placard headlines for industry banquets and shit. And those campaigns were always fun to work on, because you weren’t encumbered by some moron client who had shitty ideas. You got to be your own client. You got to present your best self to the room. That was 10 years ago. Since then, presenting your best self to the room has become the dominant American industry…..That’s kinda what it’s like to hear Roger Goodell talk. It sounds very strong and noble and then you look closer and there’s fucking nothing there. That’s what happens in a 24/7 PR universe. That’s how punching a woman in the face gets buried under a mountain of horseshit. ❞

- Everything Is Public Relations Now

The Only Thing Unusual About Ray And Janay Rice Is That Anyone Noticed →

I want to believe Ray when says he’ll never hit Janay again. I want to believe he’s a changed man, that he understands why hitting Janay was wrong. I want to believe the cycle of domestic violence can be broken. I want to believe a whole lot of people learned from what happened. But we didn’t.

Janay Rice is the victim, but on the day Ray Rice was cut by his team, then suspended indefinitely by the league, it was mostly Ray whom everyone talked about. Was his punishment fair? Too harsh? How will he make a living? What kind of precedent does this set for the league?

If a few people asked about Janay, their voices couldn’t rise above the shouting. She’s the victim, but where were the pundits asking how she was doing? The man who hit her had just lost his job and been sent home—to her. Was she safe? Did anybody ask? Did anybody care?

❝ So, this is all fairly simple now. Thanks to an AP report that contradicted every shitty, lawyered-up statement that he made on national TV this week, Roger Goodell is a proven liar. No one in the NFL saw the Ray Rice elevator tape? LIE. Couldn’t legally obtain the tape? LIE. Didn’t know what was on the tape? LIE LIE LIE BIG FUCKING LIE. He’s a liar, but also so much more! He’s an autocrat, a bully, an enabler, a stooge, an egomaniac, and a corrupt loon. And he needs to be fired. ❞

- Hey, Roger, Get The Fuck Out

The Wet Stuff: Jeff Henry, Verrukt, and the Men Who Built the Great American Waterpark – Grantland.com →

Millay could yell. Boy, could he yell. When an employee dared to tell Millay he couldn’t do something, Millay’s cheeks went red and his sonorous voice began to boom. But to reduce Millay to his outbursts was to sell him short. Millay had considerable charm and was known for his enormous generosity among pals and employees. Hours after a tirade, Millay could be found in a bar drinking vodka with the object of his scorn. He believed that the most essential thing two men could do together — other than argue — was to get drunk.

…The g-forces kicked in and the world became indistinct. The raft reached the bottom of the initial drop and Henry’s nozzle-drive system kicked in, launching us uphill five stories, higher than any Master Blaster had lifted a raft before. At the apex, the raft lifted off the slide a few inches. We slammed back into the flume, descended a final hill, and came to a stop in a water-filled runout — not unlike the first water brake Henry built at Camp Landa in the ’60s. The final sensation of Verrückt bolstered Henry’s claim that the slide was erotic. I got that postcoital, now-what-should-I-do? feeling. I unbuckled the straps and limped off through the runout. Then I heard the water tank inside Verrückt depressurize, and it was as if the whole slide had let out a magnificent sigh.

❝ Is there any creature alive with higher, more impossible standards than a 28-year-old? The only difference between a 28-year-old woman and a 38-year-old woman is that one of them tries to hide how few friends she has, and the other will email you out of the blue and demand to hang out after meeting you for exactly four seconds in a room full of retired people and divorced people and new moms. The late-30s woman knows that it’s no big deal to want to make new friends. Maybe it won’t be a life-changing time, or maybe you’ll be acquaintances, or maybe you’ll be vacationing together down the road. It’s worth a shot. ❞

- Ask Polly: How Do I Make Friends in My Late 20s? — The Cut

❝ Fuck Texas; fuck anti-choicers; fuck “prayer” being part of a police investigation; fuck abstinence-centered sex education; and fuck leaving women in crisis (or, in this case, children in crisis!) with no viable options, letting them suffer alone, and then treating them like criminals for doing what they have to do. ❞

- Texas Cops ‘Swarm’ School, Pray Over ‘Possible Fetus’ Found in Bathroom

The Price of Blackness →

You know how the stories go: I was pulled over one day and the cop drew his gun as he approached my window; I was stopped on the street, handcuffed and made to sit on the sidewalk because the cop said I looked like a suspect; I had four squad cars pull up on me for jaywalking. We trade them like currency. And it almost goes without saying that these stops are de facto violent, because even when the officer doesn’t physically harm you, you can feel that you’ve been robbed of something. The thing to remember is that each of these experiences compounds the last, like interest, so that at a certain point just seeing a police officer becomes nauseating. That feeling is fear.

❝ OUT: Doing things. IN: Dressing like you’re doing things. ❞

- Yoga Clothes More Popular Than Yoga

Slow Ideas - The New Yorker →

Besides, neither penalties nor incentives achieve what we’re really after: a system and a culture where X is what people do, day in and day out, even when no one is watching. “You must” rewards mere compliance. Getting to “X is what we do” means establishing X as the norm. And that’s what we want: for skin-to-skin warming, hand washing, and all the other lifesaving practices of childbirth to be, quite simply, the norm.

…In the era of the iPhone, Facebook, and Twitter, we’ve become enamored of ideas that spread as effortlessly as ether. We want frictionless, “turnkey” solutions to the major difficulties of the world—hunger, disease, poverty. We prefer instructional videos to teachers, drones to troops, incentives to institutions. People and institutions can feel messy and anachronistic. They introduce, as the engineers put it, uncontrolled variability.

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