Why most of you move.



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Two churches located across the street from each other. At least the Catholics have a sense of humor.




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"In case you haven’t heard, Budweiser ain’t delivering." — Renée de Ponthiux
Katrina coverage of New Orleans by Chris Rose
"Hard-core holdouts hunker down in surreal city"
The Times-Picayune 8 September, 2005
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Michael, John, Tanya and Robert are putting together a synth-based indie band. They need a singer, a keyboard player, another keyboard player and someone to operate the drum machine. Tanya can play the keyboard and sing, Michael can sing and hit buttons, Robert can also hit buttons and play the keyboard, and John can kinda play keyboards. How do you arrange everyone for this to make any sense?
"Hipster Logic Problems" in Timothy McSweeney’s Internet Tendency
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Randy: They called me crazy for building this ark.
Soupy: You are crazy. You filled it with same-sex animal couples.
Randy: Hey, there are parts of the Bible I like and parts I don’t like.
Futurama in “Crimes of the Hot”
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Alfred the butler sits silently by whilst Bruce Wayne studies and exercises excessively, instead of seeing a therapist to deal with his parents’ death. Wayne later grows up to lead Gotham City’s nascent dom/furry community.
Michael Fazio in Concierge Confidential about “great moments in Hollywood service history”
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M.I.T. researchers develop better way to get tomato catsup from bottle
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Why did the Internet lack this?

A Google search earlier resulted in nothing for:

↑ ↑ ↓ ↓ ← → ← → B A START

Spelt out, it had plenty of results, but the actual graphic code itself was ignored. This is an abomination in the eyes of He Who Is Called Konami.

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My mother, who is someone I can only describe as having an unquenchable thirst for God, raised me and my sisters on a steady diet of missionary biographies. The vast majority of them were about women: how they left all that they knew and any hope of a future to go and preach the good news. They were the original abolitionists, whistleblowers, labor representatives, feminists. They went to be Jesus, to the people that Jesus always went to: the ones that the powerful wanted nothing to do with. When I was young I read about strong women, wearing tight buns and buttoned-up clothing, raising hell in India, China, and Russia. I view it now as a rich legacy of service born out of racist and sexist theology: missions were one of the few places a woman could be in a place of leadership. And so the female preachers, teachers, and evangelists left the West, forsaking families and cultures that had no place for their gifts. And they brought liberation with them, wherever they went.

Those stories are bound up inside of me, and they have turned out to be more powerful than the messages of fear, shame, and subservience that I have heard more recently. While the powerful men sit around a table and argue a few Scriptures, the rest of the world moves on. The strong, spectacular heroes of my childhood dismissed them with a wave of their hands and set off on slow boats to glory, responding instead to the thousands of verses, which talk about love and justice and mercy. I am made out of the same, no-nonsense stock as these women. Like my friend Sarah Bessey says, I am done fighting for a seat at the table. There is no space for me. Plus, there is hell to be raised.

Assimilate Or Go Home: Dispatches from the Stateless Wanderers: Women’s Work by D.L.M.
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Tiny black children, chanting: Oh my god! Becky, look at her butt. It is so big.
Mother: Oh no, not this again.
Overheard in New York at the Port Authority
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Sweden’s unemployment rate before 1990 was 3.5 percent, which is amazing, considering that 3.5 percent of my bum friends wouldn’t take any job, even if it paid $100 an hour and involved doing inventory for a blind liquor-store owner.
P. J. O’Rourke in Eat the Rich
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(386): Solid. Can’t put a price on good times
(978): You can and it’s called a liver.
Texts from Last Night
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Sisu has sustained the Finns in fighting forty-two wars with Russia and losing every one.
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The Man Who Loved Grizzlies

On Timothy Treadwell, later immortalized in Grizzly Man, who lived and died by the bears of Alaska:

"He wasn’t a scientist and had no formal training. He was a naturalist, an activist, a writer, and a photographer—not to mention a recovering addict, a Peter Pan, and a fabulist. A few weeks before his death, Treadwell wrote to a friend, ‘My photographs and stories are looking to the deep and secret world of bears that I do not believe any person has ever witnessed. One day I’ll show this work to the public. Until then, I’ll keep living it.’

"Even those who had long predicted Treadwell’s death granted him this: he was a believer, who walked the walk. And he was in love."

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The Kingdom in the Closet

On gay life in Saudi Arabia, where coming out is not an option:

This legal and public condemnation notwithstanding, the kingdom leaves considerable space for homosexual behavior. As long as gays and lesbians maintain a public front of obeisance to Wahhabist norms, they are left to do what they want in private. Vibrant communities of men who enjoy sex with other men can be found in cosmopolitan cities like Jeddah and Riyadh. They meet in schools, in cafés, in the streets, and on the Internet. “You can be cruised anywhere in Saudi Arabia, any time of the day,” said Radwan, a 42-year-old gay Saudi American who grew up in various Western cities and now lives in Jeddah. “They’re quite shameless about it.” Talal, a Syrian who moved to Riyadh in 2000, calls the Saudi capital a “gay heaven”.

This is surprising enough. But what seems more startling, at least from a Western perspective, is that some of the men having sex with other men don’t consider themselves gay. For many Saudis, the fact that a man has sex with another man has little to do with “gayness”. The act may fulfill a desire or a need, but it doesn’t constitute an identity. Nor does it strip a man of his masculinity, as long as he is in the “top”, or active, role. This attitude gives Saudi men who engage in homosexual behavior a degree of freedom. But as a more Westernized notion of gayness—a notion that stresses orientation over acts—takes hold in the country, will this delicate balance survive?

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