“Youth should be the only issue of the 2012 election, because all the subsidiary issues — inequality, the rising class system in America, the specter of decline, mass unemployment, the growing debt — are all fundamentally about the war against young Americans. But the choice young Americans face is between a party that claims to represent their interests but fails to and a party that explicitly opposes their interests and actively works to disenfranchise them.” — Young People in the Recession - The War Against Youth (2012-Ma-26) [Esquire]
(Source: esquire.com)
“The ugly, illegal practice of “tagging”, the scrawling of nicknames on walls and billboards, is widespread. Hughes correctly observes that. But try as it might, tagging cannot nullify good street art. To obsess on the evils of it is to shut yourself off from the virtues of real street art and run the risk of merging them both under one ill-informed banner. In the end, the tagger will always lose the battle with the street artist even though the tagger tries harder to be noticed. But it is not, nor ever has been, the real story.”
— Chris Johnston
Look around you. It’s just street art
May 16, 2007 [The Age]
“If the Internet really were a series of tubes, Yahoo would be the leaking sewage pipe, covering everything it comes in contact with in watered-down shit.” — Mat Honan - How Yahoo Killed Flickr and Lost the Internet (2012-May-15) [gizmodo]
“… This is the kind of thing you would think the defenders of “the rights of artists” would embrace. It highlights just how much fans really value artists. But, for some reason, it seems to make them really upset — perhaps because it shows how much the fans value the artists, rather than the gatekeepers who used to take most of the money. …”
— Music Industry by Mike Masnick
2012-May-10 [techdirt]
(Source: techdirt.com)
These are your kids on books.
True.
The kids of cosplay :)
(via neil-gaiman)
“
Two roads diverged in a yellow wood,
And sorry I could not travel both
And be one traveler, long I stood
And looked down one as far as I could
To where it bent in the undergrowth;
Then took the other, as just as fair,
And having perhaps the better claim
Because it was grassy and wanted wear,
Though as for that the passing there
Had worn them really about the same,
And both that morning equally lay
In leaves no step had trodden black.
Oh, I marked the first for another day!
Yet knowing how way leads on to way
I doubted if I should ever come back.
I shall be telling this with a sigh
Somewhere ages and ages hence:
Two roads diverged in a wood, and I,
I took the one less traveled by,
And that has made all the difference.
“
It was approaching midnight as I wove up the deserted road, wearing nothing more than a pair of shorts and a sleeveless vest, a cell phone tucked in a pocket of my pack. It had been hours since I’d last had contact with humanity, and the night air was silent and warm. By the light of the full moon, I could see grapevines along my path and hear them rustle in the breeze. But I wasn’t fully appreciating the view; I kept thinking about food. I was famished. Earlier tonight, I’d eaten a bowl of macaroni and cheese, a large bag of pretzels, two bananas, a PowerBar, and a chocolate éclair. But that was more than three hours ago. On big occasions like this one, I needed more food. And I needed it now.
At less than 5 percent body fat, my body is ripped like a prizefighter’s, nothing left to shed. My diet is strict high protein, good fats, no refined sugar, only slowly metabolized carbs—but tonight I had to be reckless. Without massive caloric binges—burgers, french fries, ice cream, pies and cakes—my metabolism would come to a screeching halt and I’d be unable to accomplish my mission.
Right now, it craved a big, greasy pizza. …
” — Dean Karnazes - Ultramarathon Man(Source: NPR)
“In half a year’s time I would still be doing the same thing every day: getting up, riding 100 miles, trying to find and eat 6,000 calories, drinking six to ten litres of water, and finding somewhere safe to sleep.” — Mark Beaumont – The Man Who Cycled The World (p.54)
“Journalists covering combat shoulder great responsibilities and face difficult choices. Sometimes they pay the ultimate price. It has never been more dangerous to be a war correspondent, because the journalist in the combat zone has become a prime target.”
— Marie Colvin”
— Marie Colvin (Sunday Times reporter) was killed in Syria yesterday because President Bashar al-Assad’s army was so determined to silence reporters who were telling the world about the relentless killing of civilians in the besieged city of Homs that they pledged to “kill any journalist who set foot on Syrian soil”.
(Source: http)
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“Northland College (NZ) principal John Tapene has offered the following words from a judge who regularly deals with youth.
“Always we hear the cry from teenagers ‘What can we do, where can we go?’
… My answer is, “Go home, mow the lawn, wash the windows, learn to cook, build a raft, get a job, visit the sick, study your lessons, and after you’ve finished, read a book.”
“Your town does not owe you recreational facilities and your parents do not owe you fun. The world does not owe you a living, you owe the world something. You owe it your time, energy and talent so that no one will be at war, in poverty or sick and lonely again.”
“In other words, grow up, stop being a cry baby, get out of your dream world and develop a backbone, not a wishbone. Start behaving like a responsible person. You are important and you are needed. It’s too late to sit around and wait for somebody to do something someday. Someday is now and that somebody is you…”“
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