[pre-gifs] “…So, she [Paris Hilton] was a very wealthy woman, [initially] not that well known and then she gets to mega-stardom. How? The sex tape. Which was made by her boyfriend at the time, who was married, and thirteen years her senior. She sued to try and stop it [the tape’s circulation] and she couldn’t and it became the best selling sex tape for two years on the porn market.”
"… we just wanted to write about happy moments like where you grab somebody by the hands and spin around or just smell somebody’s hair that smells nice. It’s the details in life. Beauty. Or just walking into a shop that has flowers, taking a big breath and walking on. I will definitely stop in any flower shop.” - Jónsi
How the brain operates when it’s reading a novel is completely different to how the brain operates when it’s reading the internet. When the brain reads the internet (or a cell phone or what have you) it’s constantly scanning for key words and visible anchors, such as gifs or flashy hyperlinks. These give the brain somewhat of a reminder as to where you are on the page, and the more of these means more for your brain. The trouble with real reading, as any big boy or big girl will tell you, is that there are no magic moving pictures in grown-up books. Or clickable links. I know! Whaaaa! We are all turning into a nation of giant near-illiterate babies who apparently only read the headline and the slugline and then leave it at that. Essentially: we are unlearning to read.
- Maria Santos Gorrostieta had been stabbed, beaten and burned
- She defied Mexico’s powerful drug gangs, who twice tried to gun her down previously
- She was kidnapped in broad daylight in front of her terrified daughter
- The former mayor leaves behind three children
This is an absolutely heart-wrenching and tragic story. If anybody ever dismisses wanting to end the nonsensical US drug war and the cause of drug legalization as something frivolous and self-serving to potheads, make sure you link them this article. 50000 Mexican people have died in cartel violence since 2006.
How in the world do people anywhere in the world find this acceptable?
The violence of the drug war is an everyday reality for Mexico. Yet, these stories are rarely found in American media.
Just this weekend, 20 bodies were found in a mass grave, asphyxiated, beaten or shot in southeast Juarez, which borders El Paso, Texas.
Drug war violence has claimed more than 50,000 lives in Mexico since 2006.
I also know someone who lives in El Paso, and they’ve seen heads of people hanging by the highways. It’s not good at all.
Working in a variety of genres and a vast range of styles, with a perfectionist’s attention to detail, Stanley Kubrick’s cinema has earned him the recognition as one of the greatest filmmakers in history. His works remain among the most visionary and influential films ever made and…
Why one writes is a question I can never answer easily, having so often asked it of myself. I believe one writes because one has to create a world in which one can live. I could not live in any of the worlds offered to me – the world of my parents, the world of war, the world of politics. I had to create a world of my own, like a climate, a country, an atmosphere in which I could breathe, reign, and recreate myself when destroyed by living. That, I believe, is the reason for every work of art.
We also write to heighten our own awareness of life. We write to lure and enchant and console others. We write to serenade our lovers. We write to taste life twice, in the moment and in retrospection. We write, like Proust, to render all of it eternal, and to persuade ourselves that it is eternal. We write to be able to transcend our life, to reach beyond it. We write to teach ourselves to speak with others, to record the journey into the labyrinth. We write to expand our world when we feel strangled, or constricted, or lonely. … When I don’t write, feel my world shrinking. I feel I am in prison. I feel I lose my fire and my color. It should be a necessity, as the sea needs to heave, and I call it breathing.
My cousin Helen, who is in her 90s now, was in the Warsaw ghetto during World War II. She and a bunch of the girls in the ghetto had to do sewing each day. And if you were found with a book, it was an automatic death penalty. She had gotten hold of a copy of ‘Gone With the Wind’, and she would take three or four hours out of her sleeping time each night to read. And then, during the hour or so when they were sewing the next day, she would tell them all the story. These girls were risking certain death for a story. And when she told me that story herself, it actually made what I do feel more important. Because giving people stories is not a luxury. It’s actually one of the things that you live and die for.