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"Everybody said, ‘Oh you must’ve been on drugs when you made those movies.’ No! We weren’t on drugs when we made them. I was on on drugs when I thought them up and I was on drugs when we showed them, but I was never on drugs when we made them, because it was too hard.” 
- John Waters

Waters’ new book is called Carsick. It chronicles his hitchhiking journey across the country. 
Photo by Richard Burbridge, 2008 

nprfreshair:

"Everybody said, ‘Oh you must’ve been on drugs when you made those movies.’ No! We weren’t on drugs when we made them. I was on on drugs when I thought them up and I was on drugs when we showed them, but I was never on drugs when we made them, because it was too hard.” 

- John Waters

Waters’ new book is called Carsick. It chronicles his hitchhiking journey across the country. 

Photo by Richard Burbridge, 2008 

historical-nonfiction:

In Japanese folklore, otters were seen as very dangerous — they would shapshift into beautiful women or unthreatening children to kill men.

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// My first weekend of graduate school//

… had nothing to do with graduate school.

On Friday night, I went to my friend’s house and we drank and listened to really bad-ass music**.

Then we walked to this downtown bar where this band from Austin was supposed to play. I was not let in because my license is not horizontal. Crappy law. So I called this guy I’ve been seeing sort of I guess and he picked me up with his friend from out of town sitting in the passenger.

We went back to his place and drank then walked to a pizzeria near campus and drank some more. Then we came back and listened to more music and drank more.

Saturday the three of us woke up hungover and walked downtown to get mimosas.

After mimosas/brunch, we walked out of the cafe and asked simultaneously, out loud, “Now what?” So we agreed to walk into downtown and have day beers at the usually-nighttime bars.

We had several drinks at The Library, then decided we were hungry so we had pizza plus beers at this realllllly good pizza place downtown. THEN this guy walks up to us and offers us a free entry to Knockout, a strip club literally two doors down from the pizzeria.

So we went to the strip club.

We drank.

I got a private dance.

We left.

We went back to his place, my guy passed out, so I grabbed my car and out-of-town friend and I drove to downtown (I was sober at this point) to wander.

We stumbled upon a heavy metal bar/club playing a local band. So we went in, hung out, and a dude bought us a round because he liked us. We told him our aliases and went to the bar upstairs because my friend (the one from earlier in this rambling, run-on post) was there!!!!! We hung out there for a while, then she drove us back to her place and invited two more people over. Then it became one huge dance party.

Then out-of-town friend and I show up at guy-i’m-seeing-kinda-sorta’s apartment totally wrecked the next morning. I felt disgusting. ew ew ew. so much head ache.

I spent all of Sunday in my bed, avoiding sound, light, and people.

**List to come soon

nprbooks:

Junot Diaz, Ken Chen, Dawn Davis and Johnny Temple are just a few of the voices in the second installment of Lynn Neary’s series on diversity in publishing. (Here’s the first, and here’s the Pew study mentioned above.)

You can join the conversation on Twitter and Facebook using the hashtag #whoisgettingpublished, or send us a story of your own experience here.

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I’m more direct than I used to be. Life’s too short to suffer half-truths and inefficiencies. Be honest. Be open. It’s magic.

Sanity tips from Liz Danzico, creative director at NPR (among an impressive roster of other things) – a fine addition to our ongoing archive of sage advice.

And lest we forget, the key to staying sane is also about being honest with ourselves

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Oh and on the apple a day thing, it’s still going. It’s just obviously been on hiatus.

// Work notes 8/13//

I am sitting in my musty chair, at my musty desk, in a musty corner of the tiny, musty annex building that sits a small courtyard away from the greater musty Latin American Iberian Institute complex which is comprised of three almost four decade-old, adobe, swamp-cooled buildings at the corner of Yale and Lomas.*

As I ponder what to write in the required monthly journals for the following two years, all I can do is beam about my position as a graduate assistant and think of how accomplished I feel to sit at this desk. My American dream has gradually become to live as an academic. And now I have begun pursuing my Master’s degree, living in a small apartment, feeling like the world is mine. And if that is not academic, then I don’t know what is.

This semester, I was assigned to work with the Universidad Central de Ecuador— one of the oldest universities in the Americas— as a liaison between its applicants to UNM’s PhD or Master’s program and UNM’s faculty. I have not been assigned yet to specific tasks, but as far as my personal goals go, I hope to improve my written Spanish substantially. Another personal goal is to be on time to every event my department organizes in order to demonstrate dependability to professors and my fellow colleagues (lol).

While I have my own assignments, I am also looking outward for different opportunities more related to my interests. A project I have in mind belongs to another graduate assistant working in one of the other two musty buildings. Part of the project is to read children Chicano literature and then create comprehensive and enjoyable multi-cultural lesson plans for teachers and students of nearby public schools. Being that part of my previous and current research involves Chicano literature as well as public education and lesson-planning, I not only find this work fascinating; I also believe that it could be a great source for my future long-term research.

I have tons more to share with those who care, so you can ask me personally. I am mostly going to be doing these little blurbs as a requirement for my job, but it also helps relieve my stress a bit, let out things that have been bothering me, and to organize my thoughts. For now I return to registering for courses.

*A group of potential $$$ donors $$$ will be walking through the complex to determine whether or not we need new buildings.(the bathroom in my building has a rusty, sewer-smelling shower that still works… the main building has a unisex bathroom that opens up to a tiny space which we consider both a meeting room and a classroom). Suffice it to say, they won’t take more than a few seconds to realize that oh god yes the department desperately needs new buildings.

popculturebrain:

Every episode of ‘House' in one GIF | Reddit via Warming Glow

popculturebrain:

Every episode of ‘House' in one GIF | Reddit via Warming Glow

// A Postcard From One Of Managua’s Most Dangerous Neighborhoods//

nprontheroad:

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The walls around Barrio Jorge Dimitrov, one of the most dangerous in Managua, Nicaragua, are full of graffiti — but it’s not what you’d expect. The dove above says: “I am Nicaraguan. I am peace,” and “Without weapons. Without fear.” 

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Sometimes I feel encouraged and inspired enough to start wanting to become a fun-loving, energetic, inspiring person. Then I remember how much I genuinely hate humanity.