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They Shoot Black Kids, Don’t They?

I haven’t yet addressed the events of Ferguson. Not because I am not utterly repulsed by the not even thinly-veiled racism. Not because I am not angry. But quite precisely because I am. My father is black. And I’m always reluctant to bring the “race card”, because I want to believe we’re past that. I want to believe the world today is not the same place it was when he was born and that Black people couldn’t sit in the front of buses in Alabama, or use the same restrooms as White people in Tennessee, or couldn’t enroll in the same colleges and universities, or were lynched, and beaten to death and burned in Mississippi. I want to believe it’s not the same world myself and even my sister were born in when Apartheid was still the rule in South Africa. I want to believe people would no longer frown upon my parent’s marriage and that my dad wouldn’t be the one checked by ticket collectors on the subway when my mom was the one traveling without a MetroCard.

But the truth is racism is not dead. Which is one thing. One upsetting, revolting thing, yes; but how can you fight it, the latent, insidious hatred? The other thing, in my opinion, is far more scary: institutionalized racism. Because it brings us back decades, to a time where the police would let the KKK reign with fire and blood. When it wasn’t safe being a person of color. When the people who are supposed to protect kill, based on race, and in all impunity; then it is institutionalized racism. And it’s what the system is in the city government of Ferguson, Missouri. Darren Wilson has committed a crime. Like George Zimmerman before him, he killed a child. And the same people who are all up in arms and condemn abortion, paralleling it with the murder of a child which it is not- are all awfully quiet, if not silently condoning when actual children are murdered. Oh, but these children were Black. Hence suspicious-looking. And that one was even filmed robbing cigars. And the same people who denounce with disgust the barbarian methods (which they are) in faraway countries where they cut thieves’ hands, will not lose sleep over a kid being shot dead over a petty thief?

The truth is, and it’s really hard to swallow when you want to be optimistic, when you want to believe that one day we will all really be equals, that we haven’t learned from history. We haven’t learned from Martin Luther King’s legacy and from the March on Washington of which we celebrated the 50th Anniversary last year. We haven’t learned from segregation or Apartheid decades ago, but we haven’t learned from Trayvon Martin’s murder two years ago either. We haven’t learned to punish racism strongly enough that it would make racists question themselves and their fucked-up beliefs. We haven’t learned to condemn them and recognize their guilt. And that Barack Obama is the President doesn’t change anything to the truth. The sad truth is that George Zimmerman killed a kid, clearly admitted that it was because he was Black, and a jury let him get away with it. The truth is that if Darren Wilson, who committed murder, is ever arrested and trialed for it, he will probably get away with it, too. The truth is that if a Black police officer had shot a White kid, not even killed, just shot, his uniform would not save or protect him. The truth is that if you are Black in supposed post-racial America, justice doesn’t always prevail.

And it is sad and sickening. 

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    April Showers


So, this is is reallly shitty really rough voice memo song version of a poem I wrote about five years ago, I don’t get the lot of the poem in there. This was recorded outside my domicile over a month ago, hence the car and popo accompaniment. My voice needs work and as does the song and I need some keys + actual accompaniment. It gets deleted when I realized what I’ve done tomorrow morning. =D 

Waking up fresh in the morning
With that dream still on your lips
With his dance still on your hands
With this song still on your lips

I woke up this morning and scrolled down to Lovebirds by the lovely April. And listening to it, it gave me chills. Because it’s simply beautiful. She has that voice, that rhythm and those words that just, you know, resonate. It just strikes you in that beautiful, simple, pure way. And besides being (awe)struck, I’m also immensely proud to be the friend of such a multi-talented young woman.

Rooney Mara attends Annual Charity Day Hosted by Cantor Fitzgerald and BGC at BGC Partners, INC on September 11, 2014 in New York City

If you think I haven’t been staring at this, imagining a phone conversation between Roo and me, then you don’t know me.







Anastasia’s Blue Dress Appreciation Post

Was there some sort of special animation for this movie because it has never looked quite like other animation.

It was almost entirely rotoscoped, if that’s what you mean? That means it was drawn on top of live action film, which is how they got the realistic subtleties. 

Whoa, that’s so cool. Wow.

And this, ladies and gentlemen, is rotoscoping done fantastically right.

Because all you really need to do is find some cheap animation produced by lesser-to-completely-unknown studios to see how horribly disturbing rotoscoping is when the artist cannot animate very well; if the frame rate is too slow? It looks jerky, choppy, and repulsively unnatural. It leaps right into the uncanny valley and sets up house there.

also how is her cap thing so sparkly. science side of tumblr, please explain

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Jules and I were just in the kitchen playing “guess the song?” as she was baking brownies. When we were driving to our grandparents when we were little, we’d hum Disney songs and the other one had to guess which song it was (oftentimes, it was Prince Ali). Anyways, I don’t know how it started, but here we were standing in the kitchen humming theme songs. The A-Team, Hart to Hart, McGiver, The Fall Guy…and we stopped realizing it was all 80s stuff and that theme songs and actual title sequences apparently were a dying genre. And then we stopped again, because my sister and I both thought of that quite epic and developed title sequence of a quite epic and addictive modern show. Except we couldn’t hum it. We went back to baking; and out of nowhere it suddenly slipped out my mouth, Jules joined in and Westeros and the Seven Kingdoms are safe, we remembered the theme song of Game of Thrones!

Mrs. Fortescue's Scones



"A half eaten scone spread with honey was beside her and her tea cup was still half full. Death had come to Adele Fortescue suddenly and swiftly."

If Mr. Fortescue likes Marmalade on his breakfast toasts in Agatha Christie's A Pocketful of Rye, which his murderer knew and used…

“Don’t touch me,” she said, wrenching away. It should not have hurt, yet it did, more than any slap. Red-faced, as angry as she was grief-stricken, Cersei struggled for breath. “Don’t look at me, not …not like this…not you.”

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Paris When it Sizzles (1964)

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