“The Anti-Counterfeiting Trade Agreement”
AKA, what’s going to put monitoring systems into each and every one of our homes, keeping an eye on our actions. Last night I stayed up to do research about this new bill falling into play, just to figure out it’s already been signed months ago by the…
Everyone needs to be informed on this. I know people who will still ask “What’s SOPA? What’s ACTA?” despite how much impact it could have or will have on our lives.
Name One Hello World
Location Syracuse, NYDescribed as “PostSecret for the ears” by Paste Magazine, One Hello World is a collection of voicemails set to their own soundtrack created by an anonymous composer. Callers from across the world participate by dialing One Hello World’s voicemail and sharing their story. The result is a musical compilation giving listeners a cross-section of the human experience. With the help of a successful Kickstarter project, a 30-track debut album, The Listener is set to be released in late March.
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Crap = Good
In today’s over-designed, visual culture, a counter-flow is appearing: Crap is good.Arrgh!
The official “Most Hated Movie Scenes Ever” blog.Rookie
Rookie is a website for teenage girls—and women in their 30s who like Angela Chase and nail art. This is their Tumblr blog.
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Defiance, Ohio - “I Don’t Want Solidarity If It Means Holding Hands With You”
Let’s stop this talk of privilege because the songs that we sing are as much a product of our privilege as the clothes on my back and the phone call i made to my mom last night. let’s stop this talk of action because action comes easy it’s the moments just before that are hard, when i’ve got to get my voice and my fist on the same page as my heart. let’s stop this talk of “them” because the things we find deplorable in politicians, CEOs and cops are the same things that will tear ourselves apart. and let’s stop this talk of words because words like dishonesty selfishness and greed aren’t as distant to us as we’d like to believe.
So please, the next time you’re smashing the state, don’t go breaking my heart. because i know that when we pick up the pieces, the only thing left will be the same empty rubble that’s made up every revolution that i’ve ever known to make me believe and lose faith in humanity in the same empty breath of hot air.
They say that the beauty’s in the streets. but when i look around, it seems more like defeat. i’m afraid that this fight that we’re all caught up in will make us the same as that which we oppose.
