I once met someone who was pursuing a dual-major in museum sciences and marketing. She basically wanted to do things like this, like run museum gift shops and research which replicas people might want—like she wanted to sell the actual model of golf club that was used on the moon, or whatever. I thought it was brilliant! No idea if she ever got the job she wanted.
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Makes me think of the sign I wish I’d made this past weekend:
Trump couldn’t get Greenland so he turned us into ICEland
Okay, so story time (and PSA, it’s going to get real and contains passing references to sexual abuse… I’ll put the whole thing behind a spoiler tag):
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In May of 2002 I learned that the pastor of my church in Central Florida was unexpectedly resigning. I grew up with the guy, two of his kids were practically brothers to me; Thanksgiving and Christmas always involved a stop at their place, etc. The reason for the resignation was that he’d been caught on a hidden camera in his office in an act of “sexual indiscretion.”
The woman? My mom.
Turns out she was a victim of sexual abuse for nearly a decade, but none of us realized that for awhile (it wasn’t until counseling that my mom would have the language to articulate what had happened to her). Some church folks assumed the pastor was up to something, so a guy hid a camera in the office when he’d been tasked to install a security system on the property. (Of course, for them, this was just an affair and they blamed my mom just as much.)
Anyway, the night I learned about it, me and a group of friends (including the pastor’s son) just bolted for downtown Orlando and wound up on the banks of Lake Eola, which is in the middle of the city. I felt like my entire world was coming down, someone I loved and trusted had betrayed me and my family, the person that had helped shape my own faith, and I wasn’t sure what was next. Even with close friends around, I felt almost cosmically alone.
Then there was some impulse. I believe it was God, your mileage may vary on that, but that impulse directed me to all the lights in the windows of the buildings. And I had the clearest realization that each “light” (as OP puts it) was a person and living a life. Maybe they were working late and wanted to get home. Maybe it was a boss sleeping with his secretary. Maybe it was someone having the best day of their life, or maybe the worst.
Whatever the case, I suddenly realized that I was not alone and that my problems were not as earth-shattering as they felt—at least not in a literal sense. And those lights almost seemed to blend into the stars above and I had a great sense of perspective. My mom and I would get through this.
Anyway, I know this random, but I’ve not seen anyone else talk about something similar before and this conjured a memory I return to often.
Just yesterday I was at a cat cafe with two of my kids. My 9y/o is with me as we are petting a British “blue” shorthair and I tell it “you CAN haz cheesburger.” He laughs and is like “dad, what is that?” And I realize that that meme is practically ancient history for him. So I pull out the phone and show him the kernel of all he finds funny today.
It’s the dead eyes. Despite whatever emotion he attempts to convey, the eyes remain dead.
Going down it looks like that Mac and Me clip that Paul Rudd brings with him whenever he’s interviewed by Conan O’Brien
3·3 months agoSo, the term “Antichrist” is kind of complicated. It only appears in the letters of Saint John (never showing up in Revelation, despite popular belief), where it tends to refer to a spiritual power that is “anti” Christ. But prophecy people over the centuries have turned this spiritual power into a certain figure they call The Antichrist. The imagery of this figure makes use of the “Beast” in Revelation 13 (specifically the Beast from the Sea). Which is all to say that “the Antichrist” and “the Beast” are, in a sense, the same figure. Curiously, and more to your question, Revelation 13 also refers to another Beast (from the earth) making an image of The Beast from the Sea that can speak and convince people that the image is alive. And this image forces people to take on the “Mark of the Beast” in order to participate in the economy. So, AI Trump?
7·3 months agoSay what you will about the movies and scripts, but Chris Pine was damn fine casting as Kirk.
I REALLY hope NYT doesn’t settle on this and goes to court. All the stuff that would need to be proved by Trump, like him NOT squandering his dad’s money, etc.
5·3 months agoArgh! The painful reminder that my mom gave my cousin my Dreamcast while she was packing up the house because “I thought she might enjoy it.” The same cousin who was also given my pristine NES a few years before that.
2·3 months agoClose cousin to the sort of science seen on NCIS that states that two sets of hands on a keyboard allow for one to hack a computer FASTER
“Forensic evidence.” So, like, bro said “he totes wrote a note” and then someone uses science to say “there was paper over here; must be where the note went!” Is this the kind of Keystone cops bullshit we’re being asked to believe?
Are you suggesting that he might be (puts on sunglasses) changing his mind?
For a split second I legit thought George Costanza had snuck onto the shoot lol
3·3 months agoChances are that the guys who posted this ARE racists though. So while this might not be racism, the comment still stands: these racists are embarrassing.
And giants are famous for their diminutive size.
Andre de Grande?
Arianna Giant?
Right. The shark is just a shark doing what they believed sharks did in those days (Peter Benchley himself later became an advocate for shark preservation and once said that if he’d known at the time what we know now, he’d never have written Jaws). The mayor is the one who sees truth as an inconvenience in the way of profit and so creates the situation. Even the shark is a victim, being killed because it stands in the way of capitalism.
The novel iirc goes further in revealing that the mayor is in debt to the mob and needs the money from July 4 to pay them off. So there’s two kinds of “sharks” swirling about…
I did all of this years ago and it is bliss lol
Another thought about read receipts, can’t spammers and phishing scammers use those to determine if a number is active in order to send more trash?
The librarian at my grad school had a book cart in her house and would not let her husband put a book anywhere but on that cart once he was finished with it. Power move.