Iz: Okay what would you say if someone came up to you and said, ‘I have something important to tell you.’
Me:
OH NO.
(proceed to smash forehead into table)
K: What if it’s not a guy.
Me: Oh. Okay.
People should be told they are loved and missed often and as loudly as possible.
Equal Pay Day sounds like a holiday. But it’s not so much a celebration as it is an ironic reminder of how far we have yet to go. Held on April 17, the day marked how long a woman has to work into 2012 to make what a man made in 2011. In other words, it takes a woman 16 months and 17 days to reach what a man earns in 12 months. And Lilly Ledbetter, who sued Goodyear for discriminatory pay and won a landmark Supreme Court case, has been arguably the face of the movement (Lilly Ledbetter Fair Pay Act, first bill President Obama signed) and wrote this noteworthy piece in HuffPost.
“I was far from naïve: I’d known from the get-go I’d have to work longer and smarter than the men in order to prove myself. I came in early and stayed late to make sure my area was prepped properly. I rarely said no, never stopped learning, and never backed down.” (via)
Things I happen to research at my internship.
Truth. And my neighbors need to stop playing this song.
(via shelfassbrah)
“Take A Walk” by Passion Pit
So incredibly into this song. And I’m perfectly fine with that. Off of the soon-to-be-released album Gossamer. (via Sunset in the Rearview)
On another note, what a bomb day. Week 6 Monday adventures in the gorgeous sunshine? Yes please.
There are too many thoughts and frustrations and I can’t publish em so instead. This.
Rather unrelated to my current train of thinking but in the jumble of everything right now, this seems kinda great.
Introduction is priceless. Yet again, this man has managed to touch a really sensitive part of my heart.
“It’s a sunday night, a night never to be trusted for emotions. So, a lot of you guys are gonna head home and either receive texts in the dead of night or actually compose them that are not going to be fully representative of how you feel for the rest of the day, for the rest of your week. Then you’ll be reaching out, and if you’re not reaching out you’ll have someone else reaching out to you. And your friends, and your brain, and your morals, and your conscience have all trained you not to respond. But I’m gonna go against the grain and I’m going to suggest that the next time you get a message from the one you love, the only person in the world you love and can’t talk to, that you respond. And you just write back. When they ask you if you’re up, and you’re up, just write back, “Yup, come on over.” Cause life is just too short to keep playing the game. Cause if you really want somebody, you’ll figure it out later. Otherwise, you’ll be laying in bed with a Blackberry on your chest staring at it, doing nothing for the rest of the night, hoping that it goes, “PRRR, PRRR, PRRR.” If you love someone, if you love someone. If you love someone, if you love somebody. If you love someone. Don’t say a word, say, “don’t say a word, just come over. Just come over, just come over, don’t say a word, just come over. Let me cry all over you, let me wish that you were someone different.” If you love someone….”
So damn good haha. Thank you Spring Sing 2012.
I just broke down in the library for 30 minutes. I mean yeah maybe.
Pulling it together.
Edit: Nope. Definitely not together. I want a hug.
My life. all day every day (via timhulluhkim)
I’m in the kitchen, grabbing a banana and PB (mmh), not wearing any pants.
My roomie walks in:
“Oh you look nice today!”
“You smell like a giant Bounce sheet!”
-Kim, digging the fragrance
filed under: yesssaccomplishment lifegoalrighthere
Oh damn. COMMITTED. To 13.1. To supporting breast cancer organizations. To the Nike Women’s Half Marathon. I am excited and nervous and pumped and what-did-I-get-myself-into and hell-yes and this is going to be awesome.
There are so many things that I should write about … but for now, I’m going to leave you. with this. Happy post Thursday-night-shambles.
(Source: lojahole)
9-year-old’s DIY cardboard arcade gets flashmobbed
Caine Monroy is a 9-year old boy who spent his summer vacation building an elaborate DIY cardboard arcade in his dad’s used auto parts store.
Caine dreamed of the day he would have lots of customers visit his arcade, and he spent months preparing everything, perfecting the game design, making displays for the prizes, designing elaborate security systems, and hand labeling paper-lunch-gift-bags. However, his dad’s autoparts store (located in an industrial part of East LA) gets almost zero foot traffic, so Caine’s chances of getting a customer were very small, and the few walk in customers that came through were always in too much of a hurry to get their auto part to play Caine’s Arcade. But Caine never gave up.
One day, by chance, I walked into Smart Parts Auto looking for a used door handle for my ’96 Corolla. What I found was an elaborate handmade cardboard arcade manned by a young boy who asked if I would like to play. I asked Caine how it worked and he told me that for $1 I could get two turns, or for $2 I could get a Fun Pass with 500 turns. I got the Fun Pass.
This just made my day.
Just got a little dusty in here.
