February 2012
♬ ♪♩♬ ♪: “Wandering Around an Albuquerque Airport... →
After learning my flight was detained 4 hours, I heard the announcement: If anyone in the vicinity of gate 4-A understands any Arabic, please come to the gate immediately.
Well — one pauses these days. Gate 4-A was my own gate. I went there. An older woman in full traditional Palestinian dress, just like my grandma wore, was crumpled to the floor, wailing loudly. Help, said the flight service...
“So what would our mornings look like if we re-engineered them in the interest of...”
– Neuroscientists and cognitive psychologists believe a hurried morning kills creativity. (from @rivanathans)
January 2012
My friend Roxana reflects on being home after her... →
ana-ng:
The funny thing about going away for college is that you never really come back, not fully at least. You’re not entirely yourself and neither is home.
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And another thing, why did the whole being-immersed-in-an-incredibly-challenging-intellectually-stimulating-thought-provoking environment thing have to wait for college? Why are we being taught that that’s only meant to happen in...
Julie Le: Aesthetically Uninteresting →
juliele:
“It seems to me that the intellectualization and aestheticizing of principles and values in this country is one of the things that’s gutted our generation. All the things that my parents said to me, like “It’s really important not to lie.” OK, check, got it. I nod at that but I really don’t feel it. Until I get to be about 30 and I realize that if I lie to you, I also can’t trust...
December 2011
My Top 5 Artists (Week Ending 2011-12-25) →
The National (44)
Beirut (5)
Architecture in Helsinki (2)
Imogen Heap (2)
Danger Mouse (2)
Imported from Last.fm Tumblr by JoeLaz
Anonymous asked: hey, what are you majoring in?
“We claim to be part of the American dream and of... →
“”Reading makes immigrants of us all - it takes us away from home, but more...”
– Hazel Rochman (via dirtymudblood)
Velvet Underground - Sunday Morning
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ana-ng:
Immigration stories always break my heart in the best way. The absolute need to exist in a flawed and foreign place above one’s own native one because of the latter’s deeper restriction of the simplest human experiences is something I don’t know if most people have sat down to think about. There are so many poems layered in the silences of work and re-rooting, so many words hidden among...