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14 10 / 2014

New follower…

New follower…

13 10 / 2014

"I’m a THIEFFFFF, and I dig it.
Up on a REEF, and I rig it.
I’m a THIEFFFFF, and I dig it.”

This chorus is everything I’d ever want to share about myself with the Internet. Unfortunately — like everyone — I was younger just yesterday.

11 10 / 2014

You can almost feel the Grand Marnier coarsing through Richard Manuel’s bloodstream  as the tears fall down in a puddle of blow and depression on that infamous hotel bathroom counter. 

RIP you sweet, sweet man.

30 9 / 2014

"Too many ifs and whereases to inflict upon the lady who lay close at hand, warm and invisible in the smaller hours of Monday, on one of the twenty-fifths of the many Septembers of my life. Should a man reach eighty, he has only had eighty Septembers. It does not seem like many, said that way. It seems as if there are so few each one should have been better used."

Trav’s prescience in John D. MacDonald’s “The Scarlet Ruse”

25 9 / 2014

"My advice to anyone in a similar situation is to waste no time at all. Do not spend money you do not have. Be kind to each person you meet and remember their name. Everybody dreams. For that reason, if you go about your own dreams with honesty and kindness, others will naturally feel good in helping you along the way. It’s that simple."

Beau Weiher, explaining why you should follow your dreams. It might come off as trite, or sanctimonious, but Beau knew what he was talking about and he was about as real as they come.

I interviewed Beau in one of my last assignments as a freelancer. He had quit his job as a carpenter to BASE jump full time, and I was intrigued about someone taking such a huge metaphorical leap for a very literal one.  

His mom emailed me last night to let me know he had passed when a jump went wrong.

Just want to curl up and cry to be honest. The world needs more people like Beau. If you’re not doing what you love — no matter how impossible or impractical it might sound — think of Beau. He was taken way too soon, but he still got a chance to do what he loves.

(Source: spencerlund)

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05 9 / 2014


After the persistent media coverage about rap lyrics being used as evidence in trials, I decided that it would be beneficial to map crimes mentioned in rap lyrics against crime rates across the country. The study would provide insight into whether there was any correlation between lyrics that involved crime and the crimes themselves. Many people have associated rap lyrics with rising crime rates, suggesting that the genre is violent in nature. However, during my research, I stumbled upon an article on The Wire that described the opposite. The article describes that as hip hop became more popular, crime decreased. I centered my project around investigating this trend and its legitimacy.  

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28 8 / 2014


And if Michael Brown was not angelic, I was practically demonic. I had my first drink when I was 11. I once brawled in the cafeteria after getting hit in the head with a steel trash can. In my junior year I failed five out of seven classes. By the time I graduated from high school, I had been arrested for assaulting a teacher and been kicked out of school (twice.) And yet no one who knew me thought I had the least bit of thug in me. That is because I also read a lot of books, loved my Commodore 64, and ghostwrote love notes for my friends. In other words, I was a human being. A large number of American teenagers live exactly like Michael Brown. Very few of them are shot in the head and left to bake on the pavement.

The “angelic” standard was not one created by the reporter. It was created by a society that cannot face itself, and thus must employ a dubious “morality” to hide its sins. It is reinforced by people who have embraced the notion of “twice as good” while avoiding the circumstances which gave that notion birth. Consider how easily living in a community “with rough patches” becomes part of a list of ostensible sins. Consider how easily “black-on-black crime” becomes not a marker of a shameful legacy of segregation but a moral failing.


Who else, but the estimable Ta-Nehisi Coates, after this NY Times profile.