Ubu Roi.
Ubu Roi.
For Whom the Bell Tolls and its doomed romanticism is a better Hemingway for teenagers.
Not so much with the political plays, though. And clearly, these folks didn’t stay till the end of Julius Caesar.
Public education was the secret to democracy.
Clearly, we need to get the arts back in the schools.
Wow, this describes zero of the Mormon women I know! Maybe it’s specific to your region ... or your friends?
I was SO PISSED they no longer had Voyage Through Inner Space (“presented by Monsanto”).
I’m weirdly grateful to Finding Dory, though, because apparently the submarine ride had been closed for several years before that movie came out. At least I was able to take my kid on it, then bore her about how much more awesome it USED to be.
Haven’t been back on since it went Dory.
I did know this ... but only because there has been a place called Coffee Cantata in the Haight Ashbury since the early 1970s. At one point their menu was embellished with part of the score.
As a matter of marketing, I probably wouldn’t say “no Trump supporters” in my profile; it’s so negative.
Here I thought this was going to be about your disappointment that a million people came to Oakland for the Warriors’ parade, and nothing got set on fire or smashed. Seriously, there were more medical calls (heat) than arrests.
Great Moments With Mr. Lincoln! Yeah, done that.
Yeah. Passive voice is not a thing that should be used if you’re genuinely sorry.
Nostalgia? I grew up during an era when admission to the original Disneyland was free and you paid for individual rides, so our extended family would go frequently to hang out on Main Street, climb the Swiss Family Robinson’s Treehouse or walk through Sleeping Beauty’s Castle.
But Disraeli Shrimp sounds more like the author of a children’s book!
She was saying how she doesn’t need to know more about the black experience to write about black work, since she wasn’t alive in Medieval Scotland or turn-of-the-last-century Russia and she understood MacBeth and Cherry Orchard just fine.
Those are not analogous situations.
You know, when that African artist used elephant dung to make an image of the Madonna, white Catholics got pretty fucking angry.
Have you ever had your house burglarized? The fact you weren’t home doesn’t make it less upsetting, or less of a violation. You feel insecure about something you had taken for granted was safe. What if they come back? How would you stop them?