Husbands and Husbands
This video is only a minute long. You won’t regret watching it.
Watch what happens when a little boy named Calen meets a pair of husbands for the first time. He talked things out, asked a few questions, and things just seemed to click in his head for him.
Let’s quit with the ignorance and fear and play ping pong. (rb)
HE GETS IT.
Christoph Niemann’s reimagined maps.
TORONTO TUMBLR MEETUP
when: Friday April 16th 2010 @ 8pm
where: The Rivoli 332 Queen Street West, Toronto, ON M5V 2A2
It’s official! I’d appreciate it if you guys could reblog the crap out of this post for anyone living in or near Toronto - it’ll be awesome to see everyone who can make it!
For serious. I will be there, and probably overdressed.
Ummm so I don’t really technically *know* any Toronto tumblr’s, but I read them! So I’ll be there!
![hipsterpuppies:
for tillie, having a mad men premiere party means dressing up, drinking manhattans and being totally fucking insufferable
[photo via justin g]](http://28.media.tumblr.com/tumblr_kxo2xoqQYJ1qb0fx9o1_500.jpg)
for tillie, having a mad men premiere party means dressing up, drinking manhattans and being totally fucking insufferable
[photo via justin g]
millenial.
This blog isn’t about anything. Because I’m 23, and I don’t know what I’m about.
You should enter this contest.
being bold
“I’ve noticed that some younger writers are really being brave, trying out new things, and I think they may sense that a lot of big publishing is shitting the bed anyway, that getting out of the mindset that there is a nice living to made writing serious fiction is the important first step. Then you are free.
I think the internet has been great for new fiction. That’s been the big change. People are still writing stories and novels and a few are great and some are good and most aren’t very good at all. I guess what’s different is that you could go through your awkward stage in private. Back when I was figuring out how to write the internet existed but not like today. We’d have the same conversations that people have online now, rants about the more established writers we revered and hated, and we made a lot of stupid pronouncements about the state of literature and how it’s all shit except for so-and-so and what’s-her-name and, of course, us, but the only witnesses were a few people and a sofa and some beer cans. Or you might show somebody a story you wrote, but there was no posting it on a blog. So there was no real record of when you were a dumb, scared, angry baby who didn’t know how to write yet.”
sam lipsyte. (via meaghano)
I added the bold emphasis.
Back in high school I shared a little Xanga (yes, wow) network with some of my writer friends. We met at writing camp, and then throughout the year we’d post our poems and stories online for comments. It was public, but nowhere near as public as my every day life is now, which I suppose is why I don’t post that kind of stuff online anymore. Maybe I should start.
A book you may enjoy if you enjoy books
This is your last day to buy the Coming & Crying book, folks. Sadly, they didn’t go for the title I suggested: Sex Is Disgusting And We Should All Be Ashamed Of Our Bodies.
LEE!
So what I’m wondering (and will Tumblr answer?!) is: Will you send the book to Canada?
Tea time at Downing St.
