Boys in blue. (Taken with instagram)
@BlogtorWho: Weeping Angels ep to be filmed in New York! #dwcuk
ATTENTION: THIS IS A PIECE OF VITAL INFORMATION.
When? WHEN? Oh gosh…that’s a critical episode, right? I will gladly stalk.
Play on, brother. RIP.
What’s up, Spock
A little while later in our conversation, speaking of the cultural bipolarity that can see gay marriage legalized in New York in the same year that yet another gay teenager, Jamey Rodemeyer, was bullied and killed himself, Quinto says, “And again, as a gay man I look at that and say there’s a hopelessness that surrounds it, but as a human being I look at it and say ‘Why? Where’s this disparity coming from, and why can’t we as a culture and society dig deeper to examine that?’ We’re terrified of facing ourselves.”
(Source: New York Magazine)
You are everything I want, cause you are everything I’m not…
Holler! This needs to be our new favorite place.The bar underneath my apartment has reopened.
Peace
my life is a mix tape...: Songs To Play In Your Turntable.fm Earthquake Themed Room
“Shake It” - Metro Station
“Shake It Off” - Mariah Carey
“It’s The End Of The World As We Know It” - REM
“Shake” - Jesse McCartney
“Hey Ya” - Outcast
“Shake Your Love” - Debbie Gibson
“Shake, Rattle and Roll”- Big Joe Turner
“I Feel The Earth Move” - Carol King
I love this. Though it’s seriously a sloooooow news day, especially in New York. So much sensational media coverage for a tiny rumble. Calm yo tits, New York “news” organizations.
RHPolitics: Lisa Foderaro: Unearthing Traces of African-American Village Displaced by Central Park
For more than a decade, anthropologists and historians pieced together the history of a short-lived African-American community that was snuffed out in the 1850s by the creation of Central Park. They combed vital records and tax documents, scanned parkland using radar and…
(Source: The New York Times, via turnabout)
Openly sobbing. Thank you, New York.
(via Nick Adams)
Just finished updating my website! Sort of. I still have to add all of my What Dancers Want columns from Dance Retailer News along with some blog posts (because goodness knows that it has been too long), but I’m really happy with the results so far!
Special thanks to the Internet (no, really) for always being around to help a girl out! Especially, letsbehonest (smartest, coolest, bravest cat out there), heyscarlet (remember when we randomly met at a Patrick Stump concert?), and alittlelately (DIY queen, whose child’s name I fully intend on stealing in the future).
I’m hoping that this redesign will help give me the kick in the butt that I need to start writing again! Because even though writing is hard, it’s totally worth it. I mean, who wouldn’t want to read about the wacky adventures of a teacher/writer/fangirl going through her quarterlife crisis? Comedy. Gold.
Anywhoozle, check it out and let me know what you think!
Here’s what it looks like where I live. Nyack is about ten minutes away from New City, where I live. I have a feeling this is what Main Street looked like not too long ago. Scary.
In honor of the Puerto Rican Day Parade, Robi-Rob’s Boriqua Anthem. YA TU SABES!
Ellos son mis gentes
Yes, Anthony Weiner lied -- about something that is absolutely nobody's business but his and his wife's. If you're not his wife, you have absolutely no legitimate reason to want to know about -- let alone pass judgment on -- what he does in his private sexual life with other consenting adults.
There are few things more sickening — or revealing — to behold than a D.C. sex scandal. Huge numbers of people prance around flamboyantly condemning behavior in which they themselves routinely engage. Media stars contrive all sorts of high-minded justifications for luxuriating in every last dirty detail, when nothing is more obvious than that their only real interest is vicarious titillation. Reporters who would never dare challenge powerful political figures who torture, illegally eavesdrop, wage illegal wars or feed at the trough of sleazy legalized bribery suddenly walk upright — like proud ostriches with their feathers extended — pretending to be hard-core adversarial journalists as they collectively kick a sexually humiliated figure stripped of all importance. The ritual is as nauseating as it is predictable.
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This isn’t a case of illegal sex activity or gross hypocrisy (i.e., David Vitter, Larry Craig, Mark Foley (who built their careers on Family Values) or Eliot Spitzer (who viciously prosecuted trivial prostitution cases)). There’s no lying under oath (Clinton) or allegedly illegal payments (Ensign, Edwards). From what is known, none of the women claim harassment and Weiner didn’t even have actual sex with any of them. This is just pure mucking around in the private, consensual, unquestionably legal private sexual affairs of someone for partisan gain, voyeuristic fun and the soothing fulfillment of judgmental condemnation.
Emphasis mine. What Weiner did was stupid, sure, but that’s it.
I can’t help but think that my country would be in better shape if Congress and our laughably-lazy national media spent as much time on things that truly matter to real people as they spend on stupid crap like this.
(via theboycanthelpit)
NEW YORK BY GEHRY
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