Hello NYC friends!
I am looking to do a language exchange in the city somewhere with a native/bilingual Spanish speaker who is looking to learn French. Let’s get together and share our languages~~~
(Generally I imagine meeting once/twice a week in a coffee shop or bar after work to do ~1 hour of language work, 30 mins with each language, but I’m open to more if you are!)
Let me know if this sounds like you!
Argentina’s President Christina Kirshner Has Declared That Her Country Will Revoke The Argentinian Citizenship From Every Citizen With The Possession Of Both Argentinian And Israeli Passports. “This New Law Will Make It Impossible For Any Argentinian To Serve In The Israeli Army Which Is Assassinating Innocent People And Children” Stated Her Spokesman.
Nobel peace prize please
wow this gave me goosepumps i only ever hear great things about argentians i even met a couple from argentina and they were like butter and honey
Ummm, a cursory Googling of this shows that it is almost certainly not true. There has been no news of note about Kirshner since June 29, and it was totally unrelated.
I am as angry about Israel as anyone, but I really resent people on social media using this righteous anger to accrue notes while tricking people. Tumblr is the worst.
Sonia never judged. Everyone in Hunts Point, the families going to church, the men running from something, the guys across the street selling car parts and whatever else, the addicts, the broken, the homeless, the cops, were treated the same. With a smile, with a “hello sweetie” or “hello darling” or, “my love.”
In a neighborhood where many carry burdens she understood.
Born in Puerto Rico in 37, in the town of Mayaguez, she moved to Hunts Point in 57. She worked the next 35 years at the Hunts Point Community center.
When she retired, she spent the next 40 years leaning out her first floor window, arms crossed on a pillow, salsa music behind her (unless the Yankees game was on), talking to everyone. She became “The lady in the window.”
That is what others called her. She called herself “the black widow.” “I buried six husbands.”
Pepsi, Shelley, all those who live on the streets, who live for drugs: Sonia treated them no different than anyone else. She would do them favors, the same as if they were her own children. She understood. She didn’t deny what she saw. “When I moved here, Hunts Point was a slum. Then they built a market. Maybe it is a slum still, I just call it my home.”
On July 10th she died. Four children and twenty grandchildren now have only her memory.
The window is still open. The pillow still there.
Sonia Socorro Silva: December 15, 1937 – July 10, 2014
—Fancy (DEMO VERSION - NO AUTOTUNE)
Iggy Azalea Ft. Charli XCX - “Fancy”
DEMO VERSION, NO AUTOTUNE! SUPER RARE!!!
i have listened to this at least a dozen times and i still lose it at “nevah!”
My life lately has been full of counting. Counting steps in dance class, counting hours until class is over, counting money I spend on things I need (and a lot of things I don’t). Friends visit, and time counts down until they leave. I wake up in the middle of the night, look at the clock, and count the hours until I have to wake up. Sometimes I count calories, and then I don’t. (Or I do, but I conveniently forget the big latte I started the day with, and the cookie I had after lunch.) I count the number of steps I have to walk up with my big, heavy grocery bags (three flights, eleven steps each).
Sometimes counting calms me down, makes me feel like life is divided up into these neat, even, manageable slices. But sometimes it fills me with anxiety and dread, as if every good thing was running out of time and every bad thing was rushing towards me, 60 seconds at a time.
Most of all, though, it just gives me something to do. Something to focus on, during the vast stretches of my days and weeks where I feel isolated, when I am working alone at my computer, speaking to no one, or walking to nowhere in particular along the same sidewalks.
I wonder when I’ll stop counting. I wonder when I’ll be able to loosen my grip on every little thing I do, and just live. I want my actions to be generous and deliberate, not hampered by second-guessing and impatience. I want to find something divine, some greater sense of liberating, driving purpose, without constantly stopping to consult every word of the fine print.
Every time I watch King of the Hill it legit makes me sad that Dale doesn’t know Joseph isn’t his son and John Redcorn always has to try extra hard to bond with Joseph
like that is truly sad nonsense
dale being lied to, john redcorn never truly getting to be with his child, joseph never really knowing his heritage
that is some faulkner-esque drama
now i’m sad about dale gribble, thanks
OK BUT SEE, I DIDN’T KNOW.
I didn’t KNOW. Chris Evans swears like a sailor. Chris Evans has an adorable Bostonish accent. Chris Evans wants you to know that he can tap dance. Chris Evans thinks that Captain America is the least ass-kicking of all of the Avengers. Chris Evans loves to tell the story where he made an idiot of himself in front of Ben Affleck. Chris Evans is REALLY EXCITED TO DO THIS INTERVIEW. Chris Evans REALLY wants to talk to you and tell you what’s on his mind.
Chris Evans is STUPIDLY CHARMING. And no seriously, he swears LIKE A SAILOR. People who swear with alacrity are my fucking kryptonite.
I just DID. NOT. KNOW. I have literally never seen him outside of movies and photos before.enjoyyyyyy
YOU GUYS I CANNOT HANDLE IT
CHRIS EVANS IS ADORABLE AND LOVES MY FAVORITE JELLYBEANS AND HE CAN TAP DANCE AND SWEARS LIKE I DO
THIS IS TOO MUCH