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Listen, I think one of the things that’s real strange, and you see it for when I see it with my kids, is that they have entire networks of communications and entire networks of sort of joining up with each other and talking that I think allude folks like me and older. I mean, I’m not on Tumblr every darn day. I’m not. I don’t have Instagram. I don’t get on any of these networks my kids are on. There’s all this movement and information that’s passing and that is sort of slipping past what we would call the mainstream radar.

My kids, my students, they understand that there’s these kind of two worlds. That there’s the official world, or the official world that they’ll go work and the official world where they’ll talk to adults. And in that official world, folks don’t talk about race. Folks don’t talk about rape. Folks don’t, you know, acknowledge how much young people are doing or what they’re doing. Folks don’t talk about how many gay folks are out there. Folks don’t talk about how Iowa’s got all these Mexican Americans living there. And then there’s the world that they live, on the ground, where they’re seeing all this stuff right up front. And I think a lot of what’s going on is that you’re getting communities that are becoming bilingual and speaking real speak (and real speak is the stuff that, you know, we can acknowledge is happening) and speaking the official speak. And in the official speak, we don’t acknowledge any of this stuff.

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Junot Diaz

Oh, Junot, LITTLE DO YOU KNOW YOU ARE ON TUMBLR 

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The more different ways of talking we have, the more opportunities we have to tell the truth.

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High School Me is really jealous of all of this hair.

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helveticafutura:

missworded:

green-gold:

calling this cake should be illegal

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I think I prefer Chris’s vegetable loaf with fruit reduction.

Give me watermelon or give me cake, but—for the love of all that’s holy in this world—do not give me that.

I do not get along with ducks, but these two are terrible and cute.

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dinosaurparty:

I am on an ongoing quest to stop freaking out. These looked like some pretty good ideas.

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I think I need to set breathing alarms for my commute.

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OH NO THIS IS TOO CUTE FOR ME.

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Is there another phrase for pulling an Irish goodbye?  Also do you have to be drunk for it to count?  Because suddenly fleeing parties and gatherings without saying goodbye or telling anyone I’m leaving is a thing I seem to do a lot (like three times this weekend) and I mostly do it 100% sober and I want to use the best phrase for it if I’m going to continue to do it.

I’m having job woes of a good variety.  I tried to elaborate and wound up with a massive ramble, so instead I’ll just say that I have a few options and have to turn something down and my heart hurts and I think I’m basing my decision on where I like the people best?  And also kind of based on my hope of avoiding a job that will prevent me from doing improv?  Which, given my career interests, is kind of tough?

OH GOD WHAT AM I DOING WITH MY LIFE?

kelsium:

This is the only thing I like.

catsbeaversandducks:

“Las Gatitas” (Painting by Meowego Velázquez - 1656)

catsbeaversandducks:

“Las Gatitas” (Painting by Meowego Velázquez - 1656)

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