March 2008
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“Barack Obama says that Omar is his favorite character on The Wire (which, in turn, is his favorite television show).”
—Omar Little - Wikipedia, the free encyclopedia
Outrage at Cartoons Still Tests the Danes - New York Times →
nytimes.com
Religion is the panacea of the people and should be treated as a guide for living, not as justification for killing. Oh, and seriously, these cartoons are like three years old. Has Osama been living in a cave since 2005? Honestly.
"Well, there's a tornado at DFW so..."
We got out alive, fortunately, but there were a few seconds there when I thought that I wasn’t prepared enough to quickly get the iPhone out of airplane mode to make the final “I love you all” call as the plane plummeted to the ground. I decided I’d just think those thoughts really hard and that would have to suffice. It’s odd the things that go through your head while in the worst turbulence you’ve ever experienced.
I was up at 5am for a purportedly 8:35am flight (which wasn’t until 8:55am, a significant difference to someone up at 5am). I was going to Dallas for a day trip to tag along on a pitch meeting and ended up spending the day in Houston Hobby. Not a bad airport, Houston. Bully for you and your comfy seats that I never got to sit in because they were filled. When you’re trapped in an airport there are other things that go through your head - how the hell did I get here, when the hell do I get to leave, and why the hell does everyone on that ill-fated flight collectively decide that I, clearly NOT a Southwest Airlines employee, have all the information. I have never met more people in my life. Everyone was stranded and stuck and eager to pass the time and in passing, decided it was me that should pass it with them. Everyone I sat near, walked past, stood by had to talk to me. Had to. It was an imperative. Now, granted, I talked back, naturally, but it was becoming troublesome. Even during the moments alone in the bathroom while tidying my eyeliner, someone just had to talk. ”You stuck here too?”, she asked, longing to strike up a conversation about something or other.
So, after a whirlwind flight, we hit the doldrums of Houston where we languished in the horse latitudes until we were FINALLY allowed to leave on a plane that was promised to us for hours. And at 12:30am the following morning, I finally made it home.
But, y’know, all in all, I’d rather be alive in Houston than dead in Dallas.
American Book Review :: Home →
americanbookreview.org
There’s quite a list of best last lines from novels here and some of them are from my favorites like:
“So we beat on, boats against the current, borne back ceaselessly into the past.”
“Yes,” I said. “Isn’t it pretty to think so?”
“Whatever we had missed, we possessed together the precious, the incommunicable past.”
“There was the hum of bees, and the musky odor of pinks filled the air.”
And, of course, “He knelt by the bed and bent over her, draining their last moment to its lees; and in the silence there passed between them the word which made all clear.”
It’s one of the only times I’ve read that last last line. Usually I’m crying and can’t see the page very clearly.
this is meatpaper →
meatpaper.com
This is the perfect magazine for Jason, H, and all the other meatheads in my life. But, unlike Dwell, this is one magazine I won’t be borrowing.
