Okay—let’s talk about HAIR. And ladies. With hair.
Some background on me: I’m of South Asian descent, dark skin, dark hair. I’m short and I wear glasses and I’m prone to having thicker thighs. It’s taken me the better part of my 24 years to be comfortable with myself, and though there are a lot of things I’m still working on, I feel pretty good. I can accept my body’s weirdnesses and flaws right alongside all of the things I love—and as I’ve pleasantly discovered, there are a lot of things I love, too.
One of the things that took me a long time to accept was body hair, a thing that virtually all of us have to deal with. My hair is quite thick and very dark, which is super awesome when we’re talking hair, eyebrows, eyelashes, but which also means a lot of visible hair on my arms, legs, face, etc. As a kid I was really self-conscious about this, because we’re conditioned so quickly to assume that any visible body hair on women is gross and ugly; once someone made a comment about my arm hair and I went home and shaved it all off from elbows to hands. When a classmate noticed and said “Wow, you have no hair on your arms?” I said nope, smugly, like I had finally achieved this perfect standard. A kid!
Fortunately I only did that once; my arm hair has been intact since, and I am totally fine with it. Seriously.
A List Of Books On My Shelf That I Have Not Read
(or, that I have started and never finished)
- Michael Chabon, Wonder Boys (currently reading)
- Paul Auster, The New York Trilogy (currently reading)
- Lewis, ed. Great Baseball Stories
- J.M. Ward. Baseball: How to Become a Player
- Jim Bouton, Ball Four
- Dan Barry, Bottom of the 33rd
- Roger Kahn, Boys of Summer (stopped partway through)
- Sean McIndoe, The Best of Down Goes Brown (bits)
- Tom Tango et al, The Book
- Ken Dryden, The Game
- Thomas Pynchon, Against the Day (one day I will make it)
- Thomas Pynchon, Slow Learner
- Walt Whitman, Complete Poetry & Selected Prose
- Albert Camus, The Fall
- Aldous Huxley, Brief Candles
- Misha Bower, Music for Uninvited Guests
- Count Basie & Albert Murray, Good Morning Blues
- Donald L. Maggin, Dizzy
- Aaron Copland, What to Listen For in Music
- Ryunosuke Akutagawa, Rashomon and 17 Other Stories
- Don DeLillo, Underworld
- Luke Wroblewski, Mobile First
- Ethan Marcotte, Responsive Web Design
- Nate Silver, The Signal and the Noise
- Chris Eaton, The Inactivist
- Margaret Atwood, The Blind Assassin
- Jean-Paul Sartre, Nausea (started, twice)
- Thomas Pynchon, Vineland
- Ray Bradbury, Bradbury Stories: 100 of His Most Celebrated Tales (read a lot of the stories but haven’t finished)
- John Berendt, Midnight in the Garden of Good and Evil
What I’m saying is, if you see me buying a book, punch me in the face.
(also, skirts are so great. being a lady in hot weather is awesome)
73/250: Dr. Strangelove or: How I Learned to Stop Worrying and Love the Bomb
I forgot to write this post because I watched it with friends at their house, and then this happened, so some stuff sort of fell by the wayside. Not to mention it’s baseball season, and NHL playoffs, and … I have a feeling this list will go much more slowly for the next few months.
So I watched this on April 19th. I expected something rather different, based on how many people have talked about and referenced this film over the years, so I was a little surprised (pleasantly) by it. The style reminded me a lot of an earlier Kubrick film, Paths of Glory, especially the military music that accompanied a handful of scenes. There are so many hilarious things in this movie—names like Col. “Bat” Guano, one-liners (“You can’t fight in here, this is the War Room!”), strange and delightful humour. For a subject so heavy, this was the perfect way to treat it.
I probably won’t ever hear “We’ll Meet Again” the same way, either.
I have no idea when the next movies will be, but stay tuned!
[Top 250 Movies progress]
Looks like there is a word for it.
Tsundoku. I has it.
my nightstand is made of books
Oh, so there is a word for this, which is also known as “exactly the way I live my life”.
She Goes Ding When There's Stuff: Has anyone made a videogame where you’re a princess locked at the top...
Has anyone made a videogame where you’re a princess locked at the top of a tower and have to fight your way down to ground level? Because dang.
Like, think about it: you’re given this nice little room and no objectives at all and when you open the door the guard says ‘stay in there’ so you wait and nothing happens and you open the door again and try and walk out and the guard pushes you back in and says things like ‘you’re our prisoner’ and ‘where are you going, you’re stuck here’ and ‘are you trying to meet your prince? he won’t ever get up THIS high’ and ‘get back inside before I get mad’. But you can pick up a vase of flowers, and you can swing it around. And the thing is all the guards are expecting the hero to be battling his way up, and all this one wimpy little guard at the top is posted to your room for is to push you back into your room, so you can smash him over the head because he’s just not expecting it, and then steal his weapons. And after that you find that the guards are always bigger and stronger than you—and they get bigger and stronger every level down—but you can generally manage to get the first shot in because they’re waiting for the hero, and you’re the princess. And maybe there’s puzzles and stuff too, but you have to solve them backwards, working your way along from end to start, because they’re all set up for the hero. And when you get the bottom and you have the fight of your life because the guards are massed up waiting for the hero, tons of them with awesome weapons and armor and spells and you think it’s the boss battle, but when they’re all dead and the final ground-level door is free to open the credits don’t roll. And you realize there must be one more fight outside the doors, too, before you’re free, so you equip the best armor and weapons and potions you can find and go outside and you fight this one huge lone badass man on a badass horse in the sunlight. Then he’s finally defeated, and lying in the grass, and his horse is yours, and the credits still aren’t rolling. And you look at his corpse and you see he’s got a locket on, and in that locket is a picture of your face.
And then you realize that that was the hero.
And then the credits roll.
Oh my god, oh my god oh my god. (h/t phirephoenix … I had trouble with Tumblr’s reblog today.)
the guy on the radio just said “gas prices aren’t so bad if you consider you’re really buying liquid explosive dinosaurs” and my perspective on life is forever changed
IF THERE ISN’T A BAND NAMED THIS BY TOMORROW THE ENTIRE WORLD HAS FAILED