My needs are pretty simple, I think.
(Taken at 7:30 this morning)
Do you have any idea how many times, since moving here, I’ve had to listen to native Californians going “oh my gaahhhhd, it’s FREEZING” anytime it dips below 55 degrees?
Infinite. An infinite number of times.
Now I’m laughing and telling them “No, THIS is freezing, you weaklings.”
That being said, I hate it very much and would like it to go back to being between 55 and 75 at all times, thanks, bye.
- Falling (40%)
- Being chased (26%)
- Feeling Paralyzed (25%)
- Being Late to an Important Event (24%)
- Close Persons Disappearing or Dying (21%)
Absolutely all of my nightmares involve paralysis — either not being able to move, speak, or see properly. I also experience sleep paralysis regularly, especially when I nap or I’m sleeping at an odd hour (either super early at night or very late in the morning). It’s horrible and I wouldn’t wish it on anyone.
Nightmares and sleep conditions are some fascinating shit.
“It’s going to be a more subscription-based model, closer to what The Economist is compared to what Time magazine is,” Mr. Impoco said. “We see it as a premium product, a boutique product.”
Why? Honestly, why? What is even the point of something like this?
Journalism has its head so far up its ass nowadays, and about 1% of it actually does what it is supposed to do (investigate and inform using *actual facts*). All of this waffling on a print vs. non-print or ad-supported vs. “premium” subscription model doesn’t matter, anyway, when the real issue is that the content is bad.
The most “prestigious” journalism institutions are coming out with full stories based off of unverifiable reports. The US media regularly ignores the rest of the world. There were 8 million think pieces on millennials this year from almost every major news organization. What a heap of garbage the industry has reduced itself to.
I will definitely be reading my way through this list.
"Emily Graslie, the host, writer, and producer of "The Brain Scoop", a science news and education show, has had enough of [creepy, sexist comments from men]. So she’s reading comments on air. And explaining what women have to go through."
Here we have an amazing scientist/reporter detailing the horrible shit she has to wade through in her comments sections and email inbox. Required viewing for anyone who believes there’s not a whole lot of sexism happening anymore.
You need to go after the things you want | Thought Catalog
Man, I am generally not in the business of linking to Thought Catalog but this way of thinking is essentially my religion. Go after the things you want. Allow yourself to be thirsty for more, and use that as fuel to attempt to get what you want out of life.
To me, there’s no sadder feeling in the world than giving up on something and watching the opportunity pass you by. Similarly, there’s no better feeling than going after something and getting it. Whether it’s a move to a different job, a different city, in a new direction for a personal relationship, or anything at all, go after it. “Failure” is 100,000 times better than doing nothing at all. Regret is born out of lost opportunity. And people who are happy and successful are usually that way because they went for it. A lot of the time, they failed, but at least they did something. Do something. Be somebody.
My brief, stressful life as a warehouse tempo in Southern California’s Inland Empire, the beating heart of America’s online shopping beast.
A woman from the agency hands each of us a time sheet. For the sign-in, she tells us to write 8:30. “I know you were told to be here at 8:15,” she says, anticipating a protest that never comes, “but that was just to make sure you got here early.”
And, like that, fifteen minutes are lopped from our paycheck. It’s a small but important lesson in what it means to be a “flexible” worker. We are not in control here. Shifts may last four hours, eight hours or twelve; start times will bounce around as well. I’m originally hired for a shift that begins at 7 am, but that later moves up an hour, to 8, and then, in a rush to move goods out the door, to four o’clock in the morning. In the online world of holiday shopping, where demand can surge and retreat with the click of (many) buttons, workers must respond in real time, shoving other commitments aside. For people without cars, the ever-changing schedule makes it hard to coordinate transportation. One middle-aged woman, caught off guard on a day we’re dismissed at noon, will spend three hours walking the eight miles home. That she returns for the next shift—rubbing her feet and complaining under her breath—is a testament to her “flexibility,” to how far she’s learned to bend in the new economy.
Fascinating, tragic, fucked-up. Read more.
Cue 4 weeks of non-stop Christmas music, and me crying silently in a corner because I can’t get “Jingle Bell Rock” out of my head.
December is by far the worst month of the year!
My friend just texted me and said she last-minute had an extra Book of Mormon ticket for tonight and asked if I wanted it. It’s kinda pricey, so I immediately turned to my mom for purchase-justification.
Anyway, I’m going to see Book of Mormon in three hours! And I didn’t get trampled to death at Walmart today! Win-win.
Happy Thanksgiving, you buncha weirdos.
- Pakwan chicken tikka masala
- NBA 2K14 and Forza Motorsport on the new Xbox One in my living room
The stuff dreams are made of.
- Dec 23-27: Chicago. I’m from there, so not very exciting. I mean yay I get to see everyone I love but also shit weather. Just utter shit. I’ve never understood why people think hell is hot. Hell is -12 degrees Fahrenheit with icy sidewalks.
- Dec 28-Jan 1: Vancouver. Only been there once, plus I like New Years more than Christmas, mainly because it means Christmas is over. Also Canada is just cool in general, and Vancouver is where my boyfriend is from, so it’s always nice to see him in his natural state, like viewing a bear in the wild (that was definitely a Canadian joke, sorry). However, shit weather again. Not as cold as Chicago, but almost 100% guaranteed to be raining almost the entire time. Total crap.
- Jan 14-17: Austin. Never been! Heard it’s great. Going for a company retreat which means lots of fun times with my awesome coworkers and FINALLY eating good barbecue again after living in the absolute garbage wasteland of barbecue that is California. Get your barbecue shit, together, California. It’s offensive how bad it is. What was I talking about? Oh, Austin. Right. Exciting! Also it might be slighter warmer than SF in January!
- Jan 19-25: HAWAII. I’M GOING TO HAWAII FOR MY BIRTHDAY. HOLY SHIT. I’M GOING TO DO NOTHING AND PROBS SEE A VOLCANO AND LIE AROUND A LOT AND DRINK SUGARY ALCOHOL WITH CRAZY STRAWS BUT MOSTLY DO NOTHING. HAWAII.