Neil deGrasse Tyson (@neiltyson)
Just to settle it once and for all: Which came first the Chicken or the Egg?
The Egg — laid by a bird that was not a Chicken
Grace Kelly. California 1955.
To reverse the lobotomy I feel I’ve been slowly undergoing for the past 2 months since I’ve been in Orange County, I read. A lot. Often.
Heroines - Kate Zambreno
Midnight In Peking - Paul French
Apocalypse Baby - Virginie Despentes
Hacker, Hoaxer, Whistleblower, Spy: The Many Faces of Anonymous -Gabriella Coleman (for later)
Doorways upon doorways.
Newport Beach, CA.
San Francisco, CA.
I rarely contribute my own voice here, which is something I am going to try to be a bit better about. Utilizing this space simply for the regurgitation of content is weak and can scarcely be regarded as a contribution to, well, anything.
This is in keeping with a broader theme that has been emerging in my life over the past few months. I’ve become agitated with myself and my lack of voice and action. Granted, resolving to post more of myself on my nice, safe little nook of the internet where I am at little risk for criticism isn’t exactly charging forward in unforgiving challenge and perspective. But whatever. You go from where you are. And I am really just not that brave.
"Keep anyone with whom you can read in silence."
The Crimson Petal and the White
By Michel Faber
And then you’re reminded once again that the fight isn’t fair.
The MRM’s opinions regarding gender equality are not comfortable to hear and are much of the time downright outrageous. But despite how infuriating many of the points here are, its basic perspective on the vilification of the male gender is valid and (probablyiguess) should be heard.
Time to get your grubby little paws all over this.