“It’s quite an undertaking to start loving somebody. You have to have energy, generosity, blindness. There is even a moment right at the start where you have to jump across an abyss: if you think about it you don’t do it.” —Jean-Paul Sartre
Whoa tumblr I forgot about you while i was having an affair with twitter and here is the thing, me an twitter may not always get along but we’re in this for the 140 character-haul. PS sorry about all the horrible stuff I have probably written on you. Maybe we can make it work or something. Call me sometime.
There comes a time in a scientist’s life when the weight of evidence can no longer be ignored. That moment came today for physicists atCern, near Geneva, home of the Large Hadron Collider, who announced overwhelming evidence for the obscure but profoundly importantHiggs boson, the particle that sparked the greatest hunt in modern science.
In presentations given to a packed auditorium at the laboratory on Wednesday morning, and webcast around the world, the leaders of two research teams, who worked independently of each other, said they had spotted a new particle amid the microscopic flashes of primordial fire created inside the world’s most powerful atom smasher.
Cernstopped short of claiming official discovery of the Higgs boson, even as many physicists conceded the evidence was now so compelling they had surely found the missing particle.
Formal confirmation of the discovery is expected within months, though it could take several years for scientists to work out whether they have found the simplest kind of Higgs particle that theories predict, or part of a more complex picture: for example, one of a larger family of Higgs bosons. The discovery of more than one kind of Higgs particle would open the door to an entirely new realm of physics
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Watts, Los Angeles, CA, 1966
Money is the reason we exist. Everybody knows that; it’s a fact. [???]
Lana Del Ray features a Kennedy/Obama motif for the National Anthem video that premiered yesterday. The inclusion of the motorcade style assassination of a black president provokes some controversy. But let’s be real, this little would be bone of contention is jammed inside a twinkie. And it’s bad taste in as much as eating 19 grams of sugar in three bites of cosmic matter is bad taste.
In typical form, Lana del Ray drapes a vintage aesthetic in gangster overtones. This time it’s an interracial first family. And in typical form, she pouts her lips and sings like breathy Marilyn Mon-ho. This time she’s going for a first-lady meets wife of a drug lord. Let’s call it Jackie Ho meets Sharon ho-Stone.
But what do we expect from Lana del Ray? Did we think that after her SNL flop, she’s going to flip the script and start making intelligent music with hard hitting political charges? This video is an unloaded gun between long red fingernails cooing at us as if to say, Naw dog, it’s not going to like that.
Lana Del Ray uploaded a music video via Instagram.
You know why people don’t like liberals? Because they lose. If liberals are so fucking smart, how come they lose so goddamn always? And with a straight face you’re gonna tell students that America is so star-spangled awesome that we’re the only ones in the world who have freedom? Canada has freedom, Japan has freedom, the U.K., France, Italy, Germany, Spain, Australia. Belgium has freedom! 207 sovereign states in the world, 180 of them have freedom. Just in case you accidentally wander into a voting booth one day, there are some things you should know, and one of them is there is absolutely no evidence to support the statement that we’re the greatest country in the world. We’re seventh in literacy, 27th in math, 22nd in science, 49th in life expectancy, 178th in infant mortality, third in median household income, number four in labor force, and number four in exports. We lead the world in only three categories: number of incarcerated citizens per capita, number of adults who believe angels are real and defense spending, where we spend more than the next 26 countries combined, 25 of whom are allies. Now, none of this is the fault of a 20-year-old college student, but you nonetheless are without a doubt a member of the worst, period, generation, period, ever, period. So when you ask what makes us the greates country in the world I don’t what the fuck you’re talking about. Yosemite?
The Newsroom 1.01 | We Just Decided To
A Review of the Band That Did Not Play Last Night
Listen Prince of White Glitter and the Snake, I get it. You wear plastic fox masks and the two of you make minimalist electronic beats that make people fashionably bored. I get that you had to ask your friend for money to break the twenty I gave you for the five dollar cover you referred to as a band donation. And listen, I get that you need that money because American Spirit rolling tobacco does’t just apparate every time you put a baby handful of shitty coke in your face. We all like to get down.
But here’s my conflict.
You didn’t play. This is probably because there were less than ten people in the audience. You certainly shuffled around for a couple hours drinking gin and tonics, perhaps hoping that your hot magnet of coolness would attract more people. I guess it didn’t. I guess the few of us that did pay spent our night throwing back drinks while listening to The Heartless Bastards discography that was getting pumped on the jukebox. Cool story, huh?
Here’s what I’m thinking. I’m thinking that when you book a gig at a venue, you are enlisting your talents for hire. As per that contract, it is your job to entertain the audience, however small. When you decide not to honor that, it makes me wonder about your motivations for making music. It would seem as though you’re not creating for anyone else but the components of your image, and your performances are a conduit by which you fuel your hipster ass narcissism. I’m sorry that there wasn’t enough of us to reflect you hitting four keys on your Yamaha keyboard. It would be really tight, I bet.
Better luck next time.
L-Money, saving music for the artists
This puts so much in the world to painful painful shame. This is one of those things that I actually Love. Like, if “love” was not a word overused to meaninglessness, I could say “I love everything this recording of Sam Cooke in 1963 stands for” and it would be one of those elusive True Things language tries to sneak up behind and lasso into mouth sounds, right here in the real world. If you are reading this, you have so much catching up to do to be as great as Sam Cooke. But try anyway.