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"As we mark the 39th anniversary of Roe v. Wade, we must remember that this Supreme Court decision not only protects a woman’s health and reproductive freedom, but also affirms a broader principle: that government should not intrude on private family matters. I remain committed to protecting a woman’s right to choose and this fundamental constitutional right. While this is a sensitive and often divisive issue—no matter what our views, we must stay united in our determination to prevent unintended pregnancies, support pregnant woman and mothers, reduce the need for abortion, encourage healthy relationships, and promote adoption. And as we remember this historic anniversary, we must also continue our efforts to ensure that our daughters have the same rights, freedoms, and opportunities as our sons to fulfill their dreams."

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President Obama’s statement on the 39th anniversary of Roe v. Wade (via barackobama)

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The Case Against Liberal Despair

"Part of me feels ‘confused’ as to why any one would even want to ‘be a music writer’, or write about bands/humans/music on the internet. It takes a warped personality to believe that any one ‘gives a damn about what you and ur crappy website’ thinks, unless you are being paid handsomely for it, then you can sort of approach it like a desk job. It will dehumanize you every day, but at least it pays the bills."

Hipster Runoff (via Splitsider) captures my professional dilemma circa 2004-2006

I received a book in the mail yesterday, and this photo was tucked inside of it. It clearly isn’t the author, and I’m confident it’s not the editor. Who the hell are these people?

Curious.

I received a book in the mail yesterday, and this photo was tucked inside of it. It clearly isn’t the author, and I’m confident it’s not the editor. Who the hell are these people?

Curious.

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I made an animated GIF about Sopa

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Your new wallpaper.

Your new wallpaper.

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Straight Outta Compton by N.W.A. Original.

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Straight Outta Compton by N.W.A. Original.

I doubt I have anything new to add to the debate over Tim Tebow. It’s interesting how polarizing he can be. Even I teeter between loathing and admiring him.
As a Gamecock fan, it was easy to demonize the guy because he was the Gators’ golden boy. Some of that, I reflect, was a twinge of jealousy; had he been wearing the Garnet and Black, I’m sure I’d have been just as fanatical for Tebow.
But I am completely ambivalent about the Broncos and should therefore have no strong opinions about Tebow, right? Yet, I watched his game against the Steelers and was torn between rooting for him and rooting against him. Old habits die hard, I suppose. 
But there’s no denying the kid just has that spark. I won’t use the term “intangibles,” because what are those anyway? Tebow is a winner. Plain and simple. And while it might be easy to resent a winner, Tebow eschews all braggadocio and arrogance that one typically finds with his class of winner.
Instead, Tebow says all the right things in his post-game interview and not in that athlete-talking-point manner. You genuinely believe him when he gives thanks to his savior. When he credits his coaches for preparing him and making the necessary adjustments. When he praises his teammates for their efforts. When he acknowledges the support of his fans. When he offers respect to his opponents. When he downplays his talent and insists he can always be better. And when he puts the game in perspective by talking about a pre-game visit he had with a young girl in the hospital.
He’s a fucking saint, man. He’s the kind of person you want your kids to emulate. Don’t tell yourself otherwise. 
I roll my eyes any time an athlete makes an ass of himself by excessively celebrating his god-given talents on the field (or off). It’s a celebration of self. Tebow, on the other hand, chooses to express his gratitude in a more reflective and personal manner. It’s a celebration of faith.
Regardless of where you come down on heaven, hell and everything in between, I think it speaks more about us if we choose to mock or scoff at such a gesture. Maybe the problem most of us have with Tebow is he reminds us of how much better we could be.

I doubt I have anything new to add to the debate over Tim Tebow. It’s interesting how polarizing he can be. Even I teeter between loathing and admiring him.

As a Gamecock fan, it was easy to demonize the guy because he was the Gators’ golden boy. Some of that, I reflect, was a twinge of jealousy; had he been wearing the Garnet and Black, I’m sure I’d have been just as fanatical for Tebow.

But I am completely ambivalent about the Broncos and should therefore have no strong opinions about Tebow, right? Yet, I watched his game against the Steelers and was torn between rooting for him and rooting against him. Old habits die hard, I suppose. 

But there’s no denying the kid just has that spark. I won’t use the term “intangibles,” because what are those anyway? Tebow is a winner. Plain and simple. And while it might be easy to resent a winner, Tebow eschews all braggadocio and arrogance that one typically finds with his class of winner.

Instead, Tebow says all the right things in his post-game interview and not in that athlete-talking-point manner. You genuinely believe him when he gives thanks to his savior. When he credits his coaches for preparing him and making the necessary adjustments. When he praises his teammates for their efforts. When he acknowledges the support of his fans. When he offers respect to his opponents. When he downplays his talent and insists he can always be better. And when he puts the game in perspective by talking about a pre-game visit he had with a young girl in the hospital.

He’s a fucking saint, man. He’s the kind of person you want your kids to emulate. Don’t tell yourself otherwise. 

I roll my eyes any time an athlete makes an ass of himself by excessively celebrating his god-given talents on the field (or off). It’s a celebration of self. Tebow, on the other hand, chooses to express his gratitude in a more reflective and personal manner. It’s a celebration of faith.

Regardless of where you come down on heaven, hell and everything in between, I think it speaks more about us if we choose to mock or scoff at such a gesture. Maybe the problem most of us have with Tebow is he reminds us of how much better we could be.

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Americans are much more likely than citizens of other nations to believe that they live in a meritocracy. But this self-image is a fantasy…. America actually stands out as the advanced country in which it matters most who your parents were, the country in which those born on one of society’s lower rungs have the least chance of climbing to the top or even to the middle.

And if you ask why America is more class-bound in practice than the rest of the Western world, a large part of the reason is that our government falls down on the job of creating equal opportunity.

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America’s Unlevel Field’ by Paul Krugman | NYT

"But time … how time first grounds us and then confounds us. We thought we were being mature when we were only being safe. We imagined we were being responsible but were only being cowardly. What we called realism turned out to be a way of avoiding things rather than facing them. Time … give us enough time and our best-supported decisions will seem wobbly, our certainties whimsical."

The Sense of an Ending” by Julian Barnes

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"Does character develop over time? In novels, of course it does: otherwise there wouldn’t be much of a story. But in life? I sometimes wonder. Our attitudes and opinions change, we develop new habits and eccentricities; but that’s something different, more like decoration. Perhaps character resembles intelligence, except that character peaks a little later: between twenty and thirty, say. And after that, we’re just stuck with what we’ve got. We’re on our own. If so, that would explain a lot of lives, wouldn’t it? And also — if this isn’t too grand a word — our tragedy."

“The Sense of an Ending” by Julian Barnes

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Moon by Marcos C

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Moon by Marcos C