ALICE ROOSEVELT WAS HARDCORE. “She was known as a rule-breaker in an era when women were under great pressure to conform. The American public noticed many of her exploits. She smoked cigarettes in public, swore at officials, rode in cars with men, stayed out late partying, kept a pet snake named Emily Spinach (Emily as in her spinster aunt and Spinach for its green color) in the White House, and was seen placing bets with a bookie.
So what I’m reading here is, she was a Roosevelt?
Well I have a new hero.
Her whole wikipedia article is gold
“When her father was governor of New York, he and his wife proposed that Alice attend a conservative school for girls in New York City. Pulling out all the stops, Alice wrote, ‘If you send me I will humiliate you. I will do something that will shame you. I tell you I will.’”
“Her father took office in 1901 following the assassination of President William McKinley, Jr. in Buffalo (an event that she greeted with “sheer rapture.”)“
“During the cruise to Japan, Alice jumped into the ship’s pool fully clothed, and coaxed a congressman to join her in the water. (Years later Bobby Kennedy would chide her about the incident, saying it was outrageous for the time, to which the by-then-octogenarian Alice replied that it would only have been outrageous had she removed her clothes.”
“She was dressed in a blue wedding dress and dramatically cut the wedding cake with a sword (borrowed from a military aide attending the reception)”
“When it came time for the Roosevelt family to move out of the White House, Alice buried a Voodoo doll of the new First Lady, Nellie Taft, in the front yard.”
“Later, the Taft White House banned her from her former residence—the first but not the last administration to do so. During Woodrow Wilson’s administration (from which she was banned in 1916 for a bawdy joke at Wilson’s expense)…”
“As an example of her attitudes on race, in 1965 her African-American chauffeur and one of her best friends, Turner, was driving Alice to an appointment. During the trip, he pulled out in front of a taxi, and the driver got out and demanded to know of him, “What do you think you’re doing, you black bastard?” Turner took the insult calmly, but Alice did not and told the taxi driver, “He’s taking me to my destination, you white son of a bitch!”
“To Senator Joseph McCarthy, who had jokingly remarked at a party “Here’s my blind date. I am going to call you Alice”, she sarcastically said “Senator McCarthy, you are not going to call me Alice. The trashman and the policeman on my block call me Alice, but you may not.”
I love this woman.
WOMEN WHO NEED FUCKEN MOVIES.
This is Alice as an older lady. The pillow says “If you can’t say something good about someone, sit right here by me.”
She is my absolute favorite.
Yeah, new historical character crush
I need a movie made about this woman. Writers get on making that script!
I don’t have time to paint now I have some new pieces to make and photograph and list. I have to mop the kitchen floor. I have to do some laundry. I should probably think about making something for dinner.
“When Kelly Hyles was brought to America by mother Anetta aged just 11, she knew she had been given an amazing opportunity to improve her life.
While Anetta worked two jobs a day to provide for her daughter, Kelly woke herself up at 5.30am in their New York home before traveling an hour and a half to school, then spent her evenings in tutoring classes or volunteering at Mount Sinai hospital.
And her dedication was repaid last month when she received acceptance letters from a total of 21 colleges, including all eight Ivy League schools…”
Hey, I wrote this post to explain to the Poors how renting works. See, you’re not building equity. After paying rent for a year, you have nothing, but after paying a mortgage for a year, you’re closer to owning a house. Obviously it’s better to own something at the end, right? See, you’re going to stay poor since you don’t own anything, Glad I could clear up this area of financial ignorance for you Poors. Everyone has the money for a down payment lying around, everyone has a secure job that would make them a good risk for a mortgage, and if not, everyone can pay rent AND save for a down payment, so the reason you don’t own a house is just your financial ignorance holding you back!
As a homeowner for nearly a decade, I would go back to renting in a heartbeat if I could. This place is a fucking albatross.
Some of us don’t give a shit about equity. I would love for an owner to be responsible for the care and upkeep of a property in which I am living.
Our housing market is ridiculously over inflated. The cost of houses where I live is astronomical and out of reach for most of the middle class. Renting is the only option for many people because the prices have remained stable and affordable. Our rent is a minimal expense and we don’t have to maintain the property. The money that would have gone for a downpayment and a mortgage have gone into other investments. This makes sense where we live at this time.
I remember after Michael Jackson died it came to light how much charity work he did and how much money he donated to various causes, especially within the Black community. My esteem for him rose so much higher.
And now it is coming to light how much Prince contributed to struggling communities and various causes that he never publicised. And my heart swells with love and pride even more to find out that the very private, enigmatic artist that I admired so much was also such a generous, compassionate, caring individual.
I have read rumours of an overdose to prescription painkillers and drug abuse. I am not one to disbelieve something just because it is unpleasant. But even if these rumours prove to be true, it would make no difference to me. Who he was and what he contributed to the world by far outweighs any human failings he may have had. He is and always will be my shining star.
”In a surprise, free performance at Gallaudet College, Prince, the rock star, dazzled and thrilled about 2,500 handicapped students from the campus and the city’s public schools yesterday afternoon.
There were blind students who could not see him. There were deaf students who could only feel the vibrations of the songs that have made Prince one of the country’s most popular performers. But none of that seemed to matter.
As Prince performed, often smiling and grinning as he played, hundreds of students raised their hands with thumbs, index and baby fingers extended and the two middle ones curved inward to tell him in sign language, “I love you.”
Promoters said Prince requested to do the show for handicapped students who would not otherwise be able to see or hear him perform…”
“I know Reddit has been interested in Finland’s Maternity Box, the box every pregnant woman in Finland gets. Mine came today, so I thought I’d show you what I got.
There’s a cloth diaper, and a towel, but the rest is almost all clothing in various styles and forms, all gender-neutral. The bottom of the box is also a mattress, so the baby is able to use it as a bed at the beginning of her life. All of the clothes are very high quality, and a good chunk of what came in the box was made in Finland or by Finnish companies.”
I went to 2 funerals within the past year, none of the pastors/preachers conducted relevant discussions. They spoke on random topics and saved a little “comfort speech” for about 3-4 sentences. One of the churches even had a collection plate passed around. It’s extremely awkward and irrelevant to the living who are grieving.
wow a collection plate at a funeral sounds really tacky to me. I feel like this preacher hijacked her funeral and made it about his agenda. She was such an irreverent spitfire of a person. Fire and brimstone was so not her style. The naughtier and nastier the better was her thing. I wish her funeral had celebrated her unique personality.
I understand. I think people impose what they want when someone dies. If I pass away and my mother has control (which she will strongly assert) over my farewell ceremony, it will involve a pastor who will have a random speech because I’m an atheist (she will hide this fact), a burial (I want to be cremated and my ashes mixed with soil to grow a tree), and tons of slow, melancholy gospel music (she knows how much it irks me). She’ll do it because it will give her comfort. The dead and what they may have wanted no longer has sway.
Also the collection plate was extremely tacky to me as well and I refused to put anything in it. My friend doubled his contribution to cover my “heathen” soul.
I wish her ceremony represented the person she was; we forget to send them away as they were and not as we wanted them to be. May she rest in peace and sassiness.
Are there ways to makes plans for your future funeral? I know they do it in the States, it’s possible they have similar arrangements here. I’ve discussed it with my husband so he knows my requirements (basically no mass, I don’t care what else happens).
This is primarily why I love Catholic funerals, as opposed to those done by other Christian churches. If it was a Catholic funeral, I’d be surprised, and a little disappointed.
I’m not a fan of Catholicism but I have to agree. I’ve never been to a Catholic funeral that wasn’t sensitive about the fact that the congregation was mourning.
Britain is not open about the stuff we’ve done at all.
Slavery is taught but that’s about it. And even then the focus is on “We stopped it”, often leaving out the part about profiting from it for 200 years.
The crimes in Ireland are only taught at A Level history, meaning that most of the public is truly ignorant of British colonialism in Ireland. A huge portion of the English public voted Cromwell to be one of the greatest Britons ever, and he committed horrific acts against Ireland and Scotland.
There’s little mention of any imperialism in Africa. When it was revealed the Mau Mau’s would be getting a memorial statue funded by the UK, people were outraged and basically denied that we ever did anything wrong. The Boer and Zulu wars are forgotten, especially the bit about the concentration camps.
There’s absolutely 0 public discussion regarding British imperialism in India. People’s knowledge seems to go as far as “We gave them trains so they should be grateful”. The British tied mutineers to cannons and blew them up. The Indian economy shrank under British rule more than any other nation in the modern era. From about 20% of global GDP (Similar to China and Europe) at the start, to about 1% at independence.
And that’s not even mentioning the Native Americans. Long before someone ever dreamt up the idea of United States, the European colonists were quite happy killing, abusing, and conning the natives.
There’s a reason another phrase for the Union Jack is “The Butcher’s Apron”. You don’t get to be the world’s first hyperpower without slaughtering a lot of people.
People really are awfully naive if they think the whitewashing of history happens only in one country.
Prime example of the British mentality is this: “we made their countries better”.
My dad has actually said that. Mention the war crimes, genocide, ethnic cleansing, and general horrific stuff and he gets genuinely angry with you. I’m sorry, but history is not there to be swept under a rug. If you want to celebrate how successful we were, remember who we were standing on to get there.
I was home watching TV and cutting up a steak when I got the call at 8PM. A friend of mine worked at a famous hotel in LA and one of the guests made a last minute request for a DJ to play the hotel bar. Someone that could get there and start playing in an hour. The bar frequently had live bands play, but never a DJ. So with little to no time, my wise and generous friend thought to throw a gig my way.
“Yeah, I can get there in an hour. Am I getting paid?”
“Yes, you’ll get paid.”
“What kind of party is it? What am I playing?”
“Someone’s renting out the bar for a private party. And that someone is… The Artist… formerly… known… as… Prince.”
That sentence was not real to me. Still not real. I had no time to really think or say anything but, “What? You serious? Yes. Be there as soon as I can.” Got off the phone and my stomach turned. Only a handful of people in the world have imprinted their music that much in my brain. And couldn’t he just call up any of the best DJ’s in LA to come play for him? Why’s he gonna trust someone who is by all means an unknown? I’d been DJing parties and bars for years but going from that to Prince is an Olympic leap.
The next half hour felt like a panic attack. I made a list of songs to play for Prince and his private Prince party. Ok, no Prince songs. He doesn’t want to hear himself. No MJ. I don’t want to insult him or anything. Didn’t they have beef in the 80’s? No hip hop. Can’t picture him rocking out to Kendrick. I thought of who he was influenced by and dragged some James Brown and Stevie songs into the playlist. Isley Brothers, Curtis. Great. 8:20PM. I still have to get ready even though I could spend the next month picking songs. I quickly close my laptop and get dressed. Pack up my turntables, mixer, cables and run them all to the car as I’m sweating through this black suit.
I get to the hotel with about five minutes to set up. The bar is completely empty aside from a couple of servers and my friend who made the call. And the room is almost lit exclusively by candlelight. I’m told to set up my turntables on the grand piano, which is also covered with candles, making me feel like hip hop Liberace. A waitress tells me there’s like an 80% chance Prince doesn’t show up. He just likes to rent out the bar in case he and his friends wander through the hotel and feel like stopping in. “But you should start playing music anyway in case he comes in. Who knows.” So I start playing songs to the very empty bar. The anticipation is a killer. My friend gives me a much needed glass of whiskey before taking off.
A giant spread of appetizers is covering the bar and getting sweaty. Spring rolls, cheese, orange juice. An hour goes by. Then another hour. A no-show. I’m kind of bummed out but also very relieved. I don’t know how I’m going to react if he walks in that door. So I’m just playing the set of my life to nobody. It’s like I’m getting paid to practice and listen to whatever I want on the bar’s sound system.
At 12AM the door opens and some guy walks over to me and without a greeting he says,
“Hey man. He’ll be here in 15 minutes. What are you gonna play when he walks in?”
“Oh I got some stuff lined up. Some older Stevie Wonder, the JB’s.”
“Yeah. Yeah, he likes that. Anything like that, Earth Wind & Fire, Chic.”
“Yeah I got Chic! I’ll play that.”
“And he wants to hear Janelle Monáe when he walks in. You got that?”
“Yup. Yup. Janelle Monáe.”
“Cool, he’ll be here in 15 minutes.”
I didn’t have any Janelle Monáe. I ran out to the concierge desk in the lobby to get the wifi password, ran back and started downloading a bunch of Janelle Monáe off of iTunes. Right on time as I cue up the track, the door opens and I catch a quick glimpse. Full on afro, turtleneck and a gold chain. I want to say he had a cane, but I was trying not to look directly at him. I didn’t want to throw him off or maybe infuriate him by making eye contact. Prince was in the room. I was just musical wallpaper. He and a friend sat down at a couch about fifteen feet away from me.
The grand entrance song blended straight into James Brown’s Talking Loud and Saying Nothing. I played Ike & Tina Turner, Charles Wright, Omar’s The Man, and Gust of Wind by Pharrell. My head was pretty much glued to the turntables, sticking to my no look philosophy, but I could hear bits of conversation. Hearing that Prince voice in person was something strange. It just belongs on record or on microphone. I start dishing out some other favorite tracks of mine, Think Twice by Jay Dee and Alicia Myers I Want to Thank You. There’s zero reaction to the songs I play. I’m still worried I’m not playing what he wants to hear. Is he gonna throw a spring roll at me?
A little later that guy from earlier comes back into the bar and walks straight over to me.
“Hey man. Just want to let you know, they love your music.”
“Oh really? Thanks. Do they want to hear anything in particular?”
“Nope. Just keep playing what your playing.”
Oh it’s on now. I can finally breathe and I’m getting props from the man himself, or from the middleman himself. And then it hits me. There’s only two people in there. Prince and a girl. I’m not there to DJ a private party. I’m there to DJ a date. Prince is on a date and I’m the entertainment.
I saved my set list from that night and I don’t remember playing half the songs on it. All I know is I was in deep concentration, mixing out of my mind. Messenger man came in one more time and said Prince might try to play the piano. When it was time, he would pop his head in the door and give me the cue to stop DJing. I had never seen Prince perform, so a private piano ballad to his woman and myself sounded alright. I stayed looking at that door for a while until Prince’s date walked over to me.
“Hey, so what’s the name of this song? He likes it and wants to know.”
“It’s a Smith’s cover. This Charming Man by Stars.”
She sat back down and relayed the info, to which he nodded his head. Now I’m stumping Prince with cool music. I play another track. She comes over to me again and asks, “What’s this one? He wants this on repeat.” Blacker 4 The Good Times by Ballistic Brothers. So I play that song a couple more times in a row. It’s now 4AM and I’m just a little delirious from being on my feet DJing for 7 hours. And I’m running out of music. My song selections are all over the map at this point. Esperanza Spalding, ESG, Broken Bells.
At around 4:30 Prince gets up off the couch and walks floats right over to me. He looks me in the eye, starts shaking my hand and says in a deep Prince voice,
“Thank you. That was very enjoyable.”
“Thanks. Glad you enjoyed it.”
In my mind it was that smooth but there’s no doubt I was speaking gibberish.
And just like that he left the room with his date. He didn’t put any moves on her in the bar, but I like to think I helped him out by setting the mood for whatever happened next. I stopped the music and the lights went on.
And that was the best night of DJing I ever had or ever will have.
I went to 2 funerals within the past year, none of the pastors/preachers conducted relevant discussions. They spoke on random topics and saved a little “comfort speech” for about 3-4 sentences. One of the churches even had a collection plate passed around. It’s extremely awkward and irrelevant to the living who are grieving.
wow a collection plate at a funeral sounds really tacky to me. I feel like this preacher hijacked her funeral and made it about his agenda. She was such an irreverent spitfire of a person. Fire and brimstone was so not her style. The naughtier and nastier the better was her thing. I wish her funeral had celebrated her unique personality.
So this funeral I went to this morning. It didn’t turn out the way I expected. It was a little weird.
They started with a hymn and then the person who delivered the eulogy must have spoken for two minutes and then finished, stating that they told him to be brief. I was disappointed. Dianne was such a character. I would have liked to have heard more about her. She deserved it.
Then the worst part was this fire and brimstone preacher that got up and spoke of about end of days and Adam and Eve. It was so weird and to me it felt inappropriate but what do I know? I don’t go to church. For those reasons. I just think when people are grieving they want to be comforted. And it was anything but.
Near the end of the service they invited people to see the body, and one of Dianne’s daughters broke down and became hysterical and they had to take her outside. I’ve heard of that happening but I’ve never actually seen it. I really felt terrible for her.
In the end I felt like I didn’t have the opportunity to really focus on Dianne and properly say goodbye. I left feeling I’d just been to a show. I felt really removed from the whole thing. I think we’ll drop by the family tonight. Maybe I’ll feel better then. I don’t know.
I noticed the other day I’ve developed a grey streak in the back of my head. I only colour the front so it’s had free reign to grow out. I quite like it. I’m not quite ready for the streaks in the front to show though. They are thick and silver and I’m worried with my curly hair I’ll look like a witch.
At @diannesteashop having some chai with breakfast! Isn’t this teapot the cutest? My tea cup is in the bottom part. Admiring the clever design 🙂
May I recommend serenity to you? A life that is burdened with expectations is a heavy life. Its fruit is sorrow and disappointment. Learn to be one with the joy of the moment.
19. If anyone could be your slave for a day, who would it be and what would they have to do?
lmao what kinda question is dat? Honestly I think the idea to this might have appealed to me when I was a little younger but having someone subjugated to me for an entire day just makes me feel really uncomfortable now. I thought of someone I really didn’t like but then I realised I don’t want her ass around me, so nah nobody.
21. If you were the opposite sex for one day, what would you look like and what would you do?
I’d drop trou to see how big my dick was, i’d think about trying to see how sex feels from a man’s vantage point and then realise I wouldn’t be able to get it up cause I’m still attracted to men inside, then I’d get paranoid about appearing gay so I’d spend the rest of the day making sure I didn’t check out any men. I’d be really glad when that day was over.
32. You got kicked out of the country for being a time-traveling heathen who sleeps with celebrities and has super-powers. But check out this cool shit… you can move to anywhere else in the world!
Oh dude anywhere? Huh. I was gonna say I’d live in San Francisco, a city I really love and I’d be close to my family but fuck that. If I’m sleeping with celebrities and have super powers I’m rich so I can go see them any time. I think I’d go live somewhere in Italy. I loved what little I’d seen of it. Italians sound like my kinda people. Plus pasta omg.
@mick1976 messaged me and asked me these: 22 and 60?
22. Do you have a secret talent? If yes, what is it? I’m really good at imitating accents. Honestly I don’t even know how I really speak anymore.
60. Do you believe in aliens? Yeah I mean I think it’s really ridiculous to believe we’re the only living things in this entire massive universe. They could be bacteria living on other planets or they could be higher life forms or even little green men, I don’t know but I don’t think for one second that we’re alone out here.
2. On a scale of 1-5, how afraid of the dark are you? Probably about a 1, but darkness makes me feel claustrophobic which isn’t fun.
4. What is your favorite word? giggle. it always makes me smile
6. When you looked in the mirror this morning what was the first thing you thought? I didn’t look into the mirror until some time this evening but my thought had something to do with hoping my hair would behave properly tomorrow since it had been up all weekend.
8. What do you label yourself as? an artist, I guess. I dunno I’m not much for labels I find them confining. But I’ll own artist.
25. You just found $100! How are you going to spend it?
Shit ok the practical part of me would just put it in the bank cause I’ve been on a serious savings kick lately (and pay off credit card kick). But that’s so boring.
If I wasn’t being bearing I would take myself to lunch and stuff my face with sushi!!!!
1. Do you ever doubt the existence of others than you?
2. On a scale of 1-5, how afraid of the dark are you?
3. The person you would never want to meet?
4. What is your favorite word?
5. If you were a type of tree, what would you be?
6. When you looked in the mirror this morning what was the first thing you thought?
7. What shirt are you wearing?
8. What do you label yourself as?
9. Bright room or dark room?
10. What were you doing at midnight last night?
11. Favorite age you’ve been so far?
12. Who told you they loved you last?
13. Your worst enemy?
14. What is your current desktop picture?
15. Do you like someone?
16. The last song you listened to?
17. You can press a button that will make any one person explode. Who would you blow up?
18. Who would you really like to just punch in the face?
19. If anyone could be your slave for a day, who would it be and what would they have to do?
20. What is your best physical attribute? (showing said attribute is optional)
21. If you were the opposite sex for one day, what would you look like and what would you do?
22. Do you have a secret talent? If yes, what is it?
23. What is one unique thing you’re afraid of?
24. You can only have one kind of sandwich. Every sandwich ingredient known to humankind is at your disposal.
25. You just found $100! How are you going to spend it?
26. You just got a free plane ticket to anywhere in the world, but you have to leave immediately. Where are you going to go?
27. An angel appears out of Heaven and offers you a lifetime supply of the alcoholic beverage of your choice. “Be brand-specific” it says. Man! What are you gonna say about that? Even if you don’t drink booze there’s something you can figure out… so what’s it gonna be?
28. You discover a beautiful island upon which you may build your own society. You make the rules. What is the first rule you put into place?
29. What is your favorite expletive?
30. Your house is on fire, holy shit! You have just enough time to run in there and grab ONE inanimate object. Don’t worry, your loved ones and pets have already made it out safely. So what’s the one thing you’re going to save from that blazing inferno?
31. You can erase any horrible experience from your past. What will it be?
32. You got kicked out of the country for being a time-traveling heathen who sleeps with celebrities and has super-powers. But check out this cool shit… you can move to anywhere else in the world!
33. The Celestial Gates Of Beyond have opened, much to your surprise because you didn’t think such a thing existed. Death appears. As it turns out, Death is actually a pretty cool entity, and happens to be in a fantastic mood. Death offers to return the friend/family-member/person/etc. of your choice to the living world. Who will you bring back?
34. What was your last dream about?
35. Are you a good….[insert anything you’d like here]?
36. Have you ever been admitted to the hospital?
37. Have you ever built a snowman?
38. What is the color of your socks?
39. What type of music do you like?
40. Do you prefer sunrises or sunsets?
41. What is your favorite milkshake flavor?
42. What football team do you support? (I will answer in terms of American football as well as soccer)
43. Do you have any scars?
44. What do you want to be when you graduate?
45. If you could change one thing about yourself, what would it be?
46. Are you reliable?
47. If you could ask your future self one question, what would it be?
48. Do you hold grudges?
49. If you could breed two animals together to defy the laws of nature, what new animal would you create?
50. What is the most unusual conversation you’ve ever had?
51. Are you a good liar?
52. How long could you go without talking?
53. What has been you worst haircut/style?
54. Have you ever baked your own cake?
55. Can you do any accents other than your own?
56. What do you like on your toast?
57. What is the last thing you drew a picture of?
58. What would be you dream car?
59. Do you sing in the shower? Or do anything unusual in the shower? Explain.
60. Do you believe in aliens?
61. Do you often read your horoscope?
62. What is your favorite letter of the alphabet?
63. Which is cooler: dinosaurs or dragons?
64. What do you think about babies?
65. Freebie! Ask anything interesting you can think of.
that means you’re poisonous. jesus christ, nate, learn to read.
What if it bites itself and I die?
It’s voodoo.
What if it bites me and someone else dies?
That’s correlation, not causation.
what if we bite each other and neither of us die
that’s kinky
oh my god
this is still my favorite text post collaboration ever
I rarely reblog stuff like this, but this is so damn clever and hilarious.
What I remember most about emotional abuse is that it’s like being put in a box. How you end up in there is the biggest trick – I never managed to work that one out. Maybe you think it’s a treasure box at first: you’re in there because you’re special. Soon the box starts to shrink. Every time you touch the edges there is an “argument”. So you try to make yourself fit. You curl up, become smaller, quieter, remove the excessive, offensive parts of your personality – you begin to notice lots of these. You eliminate people and interests, change your behaviour. But still the box gets smaller. You think it’s your fault. The terrible, unforgivable too-muchness of you is to blame. You don’t realise that the box is shrinking, or who is making it smaller. You don’t yet understand that you will never, ever be tiny enough to fit, or silent enough to avoid a row
This is so amazing. Amazing because when I was married to my ex husband, this was the exact mental picture I used to understand my situation. I think in pictures, and this describes exactly what I saw and how I felt. I remember being presented with yet another smaller box after yet another one of our arguments. And I remember looking at it in my mind’s eye and thinking, “Yeah I can’t fit into that one. I cannot make myself any smaller than this.” And that’s when I knew it was time to leave.
Chris and I passed by the house the other day, Thursday I think it was. The yard was filled with people again and as I got out of the car I immediately searched for her. And then it hit me, that all those people were there because of her. I guess I’m not really processing this properly.
I have to go into studio to finish an order. I hate working on weekends. I used to do it all the time when I first started but that was when I had to build up stock. I don’t have to do that now.
BUT the order is for a dear friend of mine from her husband so I know I’m going to pour a lot of love into it. I’m going to send her a pair of earrings too as a gift.
Ok now my mind is in gear. Lemme go find something on Netflix to watch while I work. Suggestions welcome 🙂
The other day a friend of mind posted something about all those people who were jumping on the Prince bandwagon now that he had passed when they never knew a song of his before. I chided him for his negativity and told him to go turn on MTV which was having a Prince-a-thon.
As someone who has been a fan of Prince since childhood and who called him my favourite artist ever, I can tell you that I only own a handful of his albums. After a certain stage I lost interest in the direction of his music and stopped listening to his new stuff. I do not know all of his songs by a long shot.
I don’t think you have to be die-hard obsessive about something or someone to call yourself a fan. And when someone famous passes it launches the attention they receive into the stratosphere so they inevitably garner new fans who might previously not have explored their work. All of that is ok. New fans, old fans, for me it’s about the love of the artist. And sharing that is always a good thing.
Ok so I was listening to the stream of Prince’s last concert that @kfedup posted and I had it open in another tab while I had tumblr open in the first tab.
I was scrolling my dash and saw a video about DMC (from Run DMC) talking about how Prince predicted, in the year of the inception of The Rock and Roll Hall of Fame, that they would be inducted. Like he just came up to them in the airport and told them that like he could tell the future (cause they did get inducted). So I was like cool. And I kept scrolling.
Then I wanted to see which song Prince was singing so I switched tabs and when I switched back it was back on the video again on my dash. So I scrolled down again and this happened a few more times, I’d scroll down, switch tabs to the concert, and then switch back and the video would be there. It wasn’t even the first thing on my dash. So eventually I decided to reload the page. When it did I switched tabs again and then I switched back and it was where I’d left it.
And then I figured out why.
The post in front of me said, “reblog if you are thinking about fucking”
Yes, doubtful that a person with malicious intent is going to show his gun before committing a crime with it.
I’d feel perfectly safe! Protected even.
Very safe!
In the US, this would an example of someone who has passed stringent federal background checks. Which is more than you know about the person next to him.
Yes, I would
Id feel safe
There’s not enough room in that chair for him to do anything dynamically magpul so I wouldn’t deem him a threat.
I would be cool with it…because I am carrying too.
I’d probably sit right next to him just in case somebody got really pissed and wanted to shoot up a diner that day
If this was UK I’d automatically assume he’s an armed policeman
I wouldn’t feel safe at all.
I’d pay my bill, leave, then check the news to see who’s been shot there.
Maybe he has a permit to carry that gun.
Or maybe he doesn’t.
I don’t have the authority or courage to ask him.
But I’m also not going to stick around long enough
to find out why he needs a gun in a diner.
I meannnnn at least you’re admitting you’re a scaredy cat right?? :))
And he needs a gun in a diner because people who wish you harm don’t send you a letter days before telling you when and where they’re going to attack you! There’s nothing wrong with being prepared to defend yourself!!! But then again some people aren’t satisfied with playing the victim and you mighttttt not understand that! 0.0
I didn’t want to reblog nonsense like this.
But I’m tired of people acting like they know me.
I’m the scaredy cat?
He needs a gun in a diner because he’s too weak to fight with his fist.
How am I playing a victim?
I’m doing what I need to do to not become a victim.
The fact that you and so many respondents just like you
see my face and see my words and know my thoughts,
but automatically take the side of the anonymous man in the photo,
whose face you barely see and thoughts you do not know,
says way more about all of you than it does about me.
So miss me with all of your not-so-subtle hatred.
I’m not playing a victim and will not be disrespected by strangers.
But it is okay for you to disrespect strangers. As for as your racist statements are concerned, you don’t like the guy in the pic, because he is white, pro-gun, and conservative. In other words you hate republicans. As for as your comment about to weak to fight with his fist. I know plenty, plenty, who would man handle you and never think to remove their firearm, even if it was a 2 or 3 on 1. They would still clean your clock and anyone else you thought was dumb enough to bring to a asswhooping. The only person you disrespected is your self.
I see what’s going on.
Where’s the hidden camera?
Very funny. Who put you up to this?
“Racist statements.” Hilarious!
This is all funny because I don’t hate white people, guns, or Republicans.
And not once did I mention white people or Republicans.
You assume too much.
Find something better to do with your time than trying to intimidate me.
You just can’t stand to see me happy.
Everyone who has commented on feeling safe in this guy’s presence is making assumptions. I assume he has a permit. I assume he’s sane. I assume he’s safe. I assume he has no ill intent. I assume someone who was going to shoot up the place wouldn’t walk in with a gun in full view on his person. The truth is no one knows a single thing about this man other than that he is carrying a weapon. Someone choosing to err on the side of caution is neither a coward nor playing a victim. They’re simply thinking about it in a different way and making choices based on what little they know. And all they know is that the guy has a gun. Period. If someone feels uncomfortable knowing just that, they’re entitled to leave. It’s not rude. It insults no one. It affects no one. There is no need to attack someone for choosing to err on the side of caution.
True story: That split was my signature move onstage for my entire solo performing career. I can still do it too… Probably will next time I perform. Lol. RIP Prince!
I’ve decided to work with a courier service to do deliveries for my business. Things are getting busy and I simply don’t have to time to meet with people to deliver their pieces. It worked ok before when my local orders were few and far between, but right now I’m getting a lot more, and delivery is a problem.
Luckily I know someone who has a delivery company and I worked with him to figure out the mechanism of doing it as efficiently (and cheaply) as possible. No more waiting up to meet people who can’t be on time. I feel relieved.
Mark McConville, of Superego and Pistol Shrimps Radio fame (both amazing, funny and amazingly funny btw) told this great story on twitter today – about how Prince was all killer, no filler.
The delegates were appalled by the lack of gender equality in America. They found the U.S. to be lagging far behind international human rights standards in a number of areas, including its 23 percent gender pay gap, maternity leave, affordable child care and the treatment of female migrants in detention centers.
The most telling moment of the trip, the women told reporters on Friday, was when they visited an abortion clinic in Alabama and experienced the hostile political climate around women’s reproductive rights.
“We were harassed. There were two vigilante men waiting to insult us,” said Frances Raday, the delegate from the U.K. The men repeatedly shouted, “You’re murdering children!” at them as soon as they neared the clinic, even though Raday said they are clearly past childbearing age.
“It’s a kind of terrorism,” added Eleonora Zielinska, the delegate from Poland. “To us, it was shocking.”
In most European countries, she explained, abortions are performed at general doctors’ offices and hospitals that offer all kinds of other health services, so there aren’t protesters waiting to heckle the women who enter.
The women discovered during their visit that women in the United States have “missing rights” compared to the rest of the world. For instance, the U.S. is one of three countries in the world that does not guarantee women paid maternity leave. The U.N. suggests that countries guarantee at least 14 weeks of paid parental leave. Some countries go further – Iceland requires five months paid leave for each parent, and an additional two months to be shared between them.
“The lack of accommodation in the workplace to women’s pregnancy, birth and post-natal needs is shocking,” Raday said. “Unthinkable in any society, and certainly one of the richest societies in the world.”
Another main area of concern for the delegation is violence against women – particularly gun violence. Women are 11 times more likely to be killed by a gun in the United States than in other high-income countries, and most of those murdersare perpetrated by an intimate partner. While the Obama administration has talked a lot about combatting violence against women, its efforts have been frustrated by Congress’ inability to pass new federal gun restrictions.
Every morning when I wake up now my first thought is, Prince is dead.
I think my mind is trying to adjust to living in a world where my favourite musician in the world no longer inhabits it.
One of the things that has surprised me is how deeply and personally people connected to his music. I thought it was only me, who celebrated and danced wildly to his music in public while privately finding deep solace and meaning in his lyrics and melodies.
What a rare talent it is to have been able to write songs that were so popular on such a massive scale, yet that were so profound that they touched people in the deepest recesses of their souls.
Knowing that there are so many others who share my feelings brings me great solace. I am not alone. I don’t have to explain with words I cannot find what he, and his music, brought to my life.
Wow! Watch this normal bowl transform into a beautiful carved bowl.
#potterymaking #pottery #ceramics #wip #carving #art #handmade #timelapse
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It was so beautiful outside yesterday so I moved my work station out into the elements for the day. I like that you can see the clouds roll by in this video! The only downside was that everything wanted to dry so quickly…so I had to work faster! ⌛️🔪🔪🔪
I was flipping through the HBO channels we have and I saw a listing for a show that my girlfriend Trina produces in New York. I felt so proud to watch it. My friends are so amazing.
Ok. My heart has been heavy this week. I lost a friend and I lost my idol. So this is a good time to focus on the things that make me happy.
1. The smell of babies, kittens and puppies. Gosh they smell so sweet and milky.
2. The smell right after it rains. I love rain, even better if accompanied by thunder and lightning. The world smells so deliciously earthy and fresh after it rains. It makes my soul feel peaceful and joyous at the same time.
3. Night time. I am the consummate night owl. I hate daylight and sunlight. I wake grumpy every morning. I detest the day time. Night time is soothing to my spirit. The darkness wraps around me like a blanket and all my energies are heightened. In the day I stumble around feeling foggy and tired. At night I feel focused and alive.
4. Laughter. I love to laugh. I’ve always been someone who saw a lot of humor in life. A sense of humor is one of the most attractive traits in another human being.
5. Reading. Sinking myself into a good book. I do not read nearly as much as I would like to these days but reading had always been my favourite escape. Books have always been there for me. I love them.
Thanks for tagging me. Please consider yourself tagged if you want to do your own list. Just writing this made me feel happy.
I’m watching the latest Grey’s Anatomy and they’re talking about a case that just came in and one of the surgeons refers to it as a GSW. Which is a gun shot wound. Except it takes two more syllables to say GSW than it does to say gun shot wound. Why do Americans love acronyms so much? Isn’t that sort of defeating purpose of using one? I thought it was to shorten things. But that just makes it longer.
I’ve been getting a lot of questions about gold filled jewelry. Many people have misconceptions so I’ve decided to post a few of the most frequently asked questions so my customers can be better informed!
To celebrate its 5/3/16 publication,I decided to make hand bound hardback of THE MERMAID GIRL, which is a story in the world of The Book of Speculation.
Then I decided to give it away. That may seem odd when the story itself is only .99, and will also be included in The Book of Speculation’s paperback (out 5/31). I like doing things differently. Short stories rarely, if ever, get their own hardbacks. Seems unfair, doesn’t it? I like to hold my work.
I hope you will too.
What this is: A handmade book. A really cool one. I promise.
The page edges have been stained with tea and distressed to mimic aging. The typeface mimics typefaces used in the 1780s. The small illustration is mine, and lightly stained with tea for color. The cover is hand gilded with ink. The corners are covered so as to withstand a really invested reader.
It is one of a kind and my best effort at art. I love it.
I’d love it if you’d share and spread the word.
If you’d like a shot at winning this, send an email with “short story giveaway” in the subject line to:
mermaidgirlgiveaway@gmail.com
WINNER WILL BE CHOSEN AT RANDOM on 4/29/16, and will be contacted via email.
If you’d like to forgo giveaways entirely and get on that sweet, sweet, preorder fiction train, you can pick up The Mermaid Girl here:
lol no ask! I don’t want it to come off like I don’t like answering questions. These necklaces can require a lot of help for someone to order it properly. Also people are very confused about gold filled vs gold plated and I really want to make sure my customers understand what they’re buying, that it’s better quality than gold plated, that it won’t flake or turn colours and stuff. So I am really happy to educate people on that and make sure they know what they’re paying for. But the question I keep having to answer is about the price. Like just click the link? Maybe they’re not seeing the link? I dunno. And I don’t like posting prices on my page. No one does that. So yeah… but seriously is this a real problem? No. People interested in my jewelry is never a problem 🙂
On the plus side, a friend of Chris’s who is a professional photographer told him that he found the pictures on my site were really good. Considering what I have to work with (a point and click, natural lighting and photoshop to adjust the lighting), that makes me feel really proud.
I don’t want to sound like a whiny bitch… I’m really grateful for the amount of interest people have had in those bar necklaces. I took out an ad on Facebook and I’ve been responding to questions left and right all of yesterday, last night and today. But like, the link is right there and people just will not click on it to find out whatever information they need. Are people really that lazy? I’ve found that just directing them to the link doesn’t help. They won’t do it. They’d rather I just tell them what they want to know. I guess people just really hate to read? I don’t know.
I’ve been getting a lot of questions about gold filled jewelry. Many people have misconceptions so I’ve decided to post a few of the most frequently asked questions so my customers can be better informed!
‘God channels this through me at night. I can’t sleep because I’m so super-charged…You don’t understand — if I’m not there to receive these ideas, God might give them to Prince.’
Please bear with me. This Prince thing is a lot for me so i’m using Tumblr as my main venting outlet so I don’t have a nervous fucking breakdown… Keep those SST Asks coming… I’ll have a SST Ask response session later. The more the merrier 😉. It will be a good distraction from all this mourning later so send them on please and thanks 👍🏾👍🏾
Oh and for those of you who wanna be discreet, Anon is on.
I’m at a bar drinking my sorrows. I’m only half kidding. I was just talking to Chris about how much Prince’s music meant to me and I broke down in tears. Again. Fuck man.
@soulsistrin I’ve been emotional all day since I heard too. He’s literally the soundtrack to my life (well him and MJ). Realising the extent to which today more than ever before 😫
Sometimes I wonder why the Universe does these things to me. First Michael left us and they had his funeral on my bday that year… Now Prince leaves us a week before the anniversary of my dad’s passing. 😢
And this year I already had to deal with Vanity and Bowie (among others) passing already. Jeez man, it’s too much.
Aw hun that really sucks. I’m home now and a little drunk. It’s been a rollercoaster of a day. I went to the wake of my friend who died sunday. I remembered Vanity too. I feel so… discombobulated. Like a piece of me is missing now, forever. I hate that I have to live in a world without him.
Please bear with me. This Prince thing is a lot for me so i’m using Tumblr as my main venting outlet so I don’t have a nervous fucking breakdown… Keep those SST Asks coming… I’ll have a SST Ask response session later. The more the merrier 😉. It will be a good distraction from all this mourning later so send them on please and thanks 👍🏾👍🏾
Oh and for those of you who wanna be discreet, Anon is on.
I’m at a bar drinking my sorrows. I’m only half kidding. I was just talking to Chris about how much Prince’s music meant to me and I broke down in tears. Again. Fuck man.
I’ve been getting a lot of questions about gold filled jewelry. Many people have misconceptions so I’ve decided to post a few of the most frequently asked questions so my customers can be better informed!
My high school best friend tagged me in a post about Prince today. She reminded me of times when we would lie on the floor and listen to his albums. I was so glad to be reminded that I had shared my intense love of his music with someone. I tend to keep things close to my heart. I’m glad I let her in on that.
I’m listening to Around the World In A Day. I reached Paisley Park and I broke down in tears.
I’m that little 12 year old girl again, who is so overwhelmed by the world around me, listening to a man singing about finding your place among the other outcasts. About a place that was welcoming, as long as you believed. A place of fantasy, love and happiness. Something that so resonated with me at that age, a girl who felt so lost, so disconnected and alone.
The voice of my childhood and my adolescence is gone.
I had some old clothes on… Some girls came by and one went: ‘Ohmigod, Prince!’ And the other girl went, ‘That ain’t Prince.’ I didn’t come out of the house raggedy after that.
i thought i was the only one….i preferred to post the dave chappelle skit cuz his songs make me blush too much to post on facebook hahahah
actually his dirty songs are my favourites. I used to listen to his albums like they were my religion. The Purple Rain album was… I can’t explain in words how important it was to me at that time in my life. Holding that album in my hands I felt like someone had handed me the Holy Grail. And the Sign Of The Times album. And Around The World In A Day…. I will try to put it into words at some point. I don’t really have the ability to articulate it at this point. I don’t know if I ever will.
New listing. Tri-coloured stacking rings in yellow gold filled, rose gold filled and sterling silver. Elegant and timeless. #handmade #caribbean #goldfilled #ring #sterlingsilver #trinidad #artisanjewelry
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