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Quvenzhane is difficult to say if you've never heard it. I would have never guessed it's pronounced the way it's pronounced. My guess was something like koo-ven-ZAY-nee. I've never heard her mom's name (Qulyndreia?) so I can only guess about that one.

Thank you to tiredfairy.

If you're getting that vibe from me, it's actually more of a "wow, I guess he must be doing really well if he can turn down $15,000" when I read, around June 2012, that he said selling prints on his website - for $30 - gave him "financial freedom [he hadn't] experienced since coming to New York." I have a friend whose

The substitute teacher moment was right at the beginning, when they were waiting at the train station, and Hannah was talking about how she hated being the last kid picked up at school because people would think you had a bad home life. And then Jessa goes (paraphrasing) "yeah, and then you get molested by your

She was freaking out about getting HPV from that "stuff" that you mentioned, but then she found out she had it anyway, so I guess she's not concerned?

I think it's something along the lines of trying to either resolve or mimic our unresolved issues from childhood and adolescence with relationships in adulthood. Like maybe Jessa wanted to finally become one of those people who is settled, and has a normal life, and has someone who is there for her every day, and so

Sorry if I'm spoiling it for you, but there was a part Tracy didn't mention on the swings, where she was talking about how he was never there for her, and he went "well, I can't rely on YOU, either!" and it always kind of grosses me out and makes my creepometer beep when parents try to parentify their children like

Did anyone else who watched this episode get yucked out at Jessa's "yes. I don't know. maybe." at getting molested by her substitute teacher, combined with her father's slightly-too-long-and-intense greeting?

But he doesn't have any ads on his blog? The tumblr and the humansofnewyork.com are ad-free as far as I can see. Actually, I just remembered I have ad-blocking software, but I don't see any blank spaces where ads should be, either.

I think the thing is I don't really know how much a photographer would expect for that kind of thing, so $15,000 seems perfectly reasonable to me for a guy who publishes his work on Facebook, and who said that selling his prints online for $30 gave him financial freedom he hadn't known since moving to New York. I've

Yeah, I realized that after I wrote it. I read them only having evidence of intellectual property theft in the Bangkok as meaning that they only did it in Bangkok, but it doesn't mention any other stores.

I think stealing accidentally is still stealing.

If they're going to the trouble of replacing and licensing all the photographs, it doesn't make any sense to ONLY steal the original photos in the Bangkok store and not in any of their China stores or any stores in the UAE, where people are just as likely to notice stolen photographs.

Oh, wow! Then the refusal definitely makes sense, although I would still rather have $15,000 than nothing...

But why did it ONLY happen in Bangkok if it wasn't a mistake?

I know a sculptor who considers $15,000 a year's wage, so this is really surprising. And I'd imagine having $15,000 beats having $0 and some goodwill with the population.

Wow, he turned down $15,000? How much do photographers who set up displays for big brands usually earn? I'd think having DKNY pay him $15,000 would give his street photography (for which, I'm guessing, he doesn't earn any money) legitimacy. But I guess he probably got more publicity from this than he would've from

I don't think it's paranoid, I think it's smart. We have five of those 10-gal containers of water in the garage, and I just drop about 2 tsp of bleach in the containers for the water to remain drinkable in the long-term. We also have about 6 months of food in the standalone freezer, and about 100 cans of

He probably did wait for you to leave.

This past week: I'm taking a seminar at school, and the student next to me strikes up conversation. I can see he's maybe 18-2o and I'm almost 30, so I don't think much of it. We chat, the seminar ends, and he leaves before me (I'm still taking notes). Says "bye." When I'm walking to my car, in the parking lot, ALONE,