Of Love, Letters, and Life |
The introspections of a thinker, a college student, a Christian, an optimistic realist |
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Notes"Something is going on—something that can be measured is happening…there has to be. When people are more outraged by the ambiguous ending of The Sopranos than some young girl being stoned to death, then there’s something wrong. We have people walking around who think the government stages these terrorist attacks. And anybody with a brain bigger than a walnut knows that our government is not nearly competent enough to stage a terrorist attack and then keep it a secret because, as we know, in this day and age you cannot keep a secret."Steven Soderbergh (via thesmithian)
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(Source: merelygifted, via political-cartoons)
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NotesOne of the BEST ad campaigns about representation I have seen.
Everyone has a backbone. Use yours.
(via gaychristian)
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Notes"Adoption, I’d vote differently these days. I do believe that if there are children who are orphans who do not have a loving person or couple, I think if a person wants to love and raise a child they ought to be able to do that. Period. I would vote that way."Rep. Paul Ryan, Gay adoption: Paul Ryan’s careful change of position (via msnbc)
(via msnbc)
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Notes Robert Reich: Earth to Washington: Repeal the SequesterEconomic forecasters exist to make astrologers look good. Most had forecast growth of at least 3 percent (on an annualized basis) in the first quarter. But we learned this morning (in the Commerce Department’s report) it grew only 2.5 percent.
That’s better than the 2 percent growth…
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This post has been featured on a 1000notes.com blog.
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Notes"For a country that so often purports to be color blind, that insists too many people of color are overly obsessed with race, and that claims to live up to Dr. King’s dream of not judging people ‘by the color of their skin but by the content of their character,’ the last two days have revealed a much uglier reality. They have revealed that—’doth protest too much’ claims to the contrary—America is anything but color blind, that too many white folk are the ones obsessed with race, and that Dr. King’s dream is still just that: a distant dream. And that’s not just a general truism that is irrelevant to this moment of national emergency—it is, on the contrary, a very specific point that must be made, right now, precisely because of that national emergency."David Sirota, at Salon, in regard to
…the blatant ethnic/religious profiling of an Arab student injured at the Boston Marathon bombing. In that…episode, he was…targeted as a suspect because—like thousands of others—he was running away from the blast…then came CNN’s declaration that police had arrested a “dark-skinned male”—again, unquestioningly blared all over the world, drowning out a CBS News report alleging that the “man sought as a possible suspect is a white male, wearing white baseball cap on backwards, a gray hoodie and a black jacket.”…
(via thesmithian)
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NotesIntroducing Toy Story!
Documenting the abundance, and lack thereof, of the most important items for children, their toys. Each image has the the child’s location.
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Standing in the Rain
A stark line. A division.
Me.
Them.
I stand in the rain. Still. Motionless. Staring into the eyes of the others. An invitation. A silent entreaty to join me and see life through my eyes … and ultimately stave off the feeling of loneliness.
A blink.
Another.
Then their gazes turn away. The acute pain of rejection. The dull throb of understanding. Resignation.
I look down at the puddle around my feet. Pondering. Wondering.
Who will leave the familiar, safe life under the overhang and join me in the rain? Who can appreciate the gently falling drops of life-giving water? Who is willing to pause in the hustle of life and appreciate the soft caresses of God’s hands? Who will share the moment with me and enjoy the feeling of solidarity—the experience of we and them?
In the meantime, I remain standing in the rain. Head tilted back. Hoping. Waiting.
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Stealing Away Into the Dark
It is so easy to slip into the oblivion of nothingness.
Here I sit in the warmth of my apartment with food in my stomach. Here I am not lacking in physical needs.
Yet, the gloomy weather certainly reflects my mood: dark; gloomy; transforming into the dark storm clouds that encroach into the sunny bubble of southern Californians … unwelcome.
This feeling of unbelonging had not been so emphasized in a long time.
During my leadership meeting, I sat—a mere body to the people around me. During team time, I stood in the rain alone and unacknowledged. The gathering I left unnoticed.
Am I to be discarded and ignored when I serve no purpose? Do people remember to ask about my well-being only when they come face-to-face with me in group settings? Certainly they do not expect me to bare my soul to them in such rambunctious environ when the question is a mere formality?
Why bother asking those three words: “how are you”? Why waste your breath when you care neither for me or my answer? If you truly do care, why do you not take the time to schedule a day on which you and I can meet up and talk individually?
The truth is you do not care. You care only for yourself and the people who influence you. You care not for me when I have slipped so casually—so quickly—effortlessly—from your lives. Why would you when you have thousands of voices—those of work, academics, family, friends, significant other, etc.—to drown out mine?
Do not worry. This does not make you a bad person. Merely human. After all, are humans not easily swayed and distracted by the next fad? Fret not. I do not blame you. How can I when I brought this upon myself? When I sought to maintain distance from everyone who could hurt me in a way no physical wound ever can? In truth, I cannot. Feel no sadness or shame. My words will soon enough fade into murmurs and then into silence … only brought forth from your past to give you the feeling of déjà vu when they echo the thoughts of the new people in your life.
Live.
Live life the way you are meant to live it: with joy, with learning experiences, without regrets, without abandon. Live without me holding you back. Live. Love.
…and I, too, will attempt to forge my own path and do likewise. I wish you the best of luck.
God bless.
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NotesIntroducing Pol Úbeda Hervàs!
Pol is a photgrapher from Barcelona.
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