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Video reblogged from The Daily What
A testament to the often-unheralded work of the homepage editor.
Time-Lapse Thing of the Day: Phillip Mendonça-Vieira says: “Due to an errant cron task that ran twice an hour from September 2010 to July 2011, I accidentally collected about 12,000 screenshots of the front page of the nytimes.com.”
Some memorable events to watch for: The Chilean mining accident @ 0:39; Arab Spring @ 3:38; and the Japanese Tsunami @ 4:54.
[joshuanguyen / thanks ben!]
(Source: joshuanguyen)
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Quote reblogged from Officials Say the Darndest ThingsMalia’s 13, Sasha’s 10.
President Obama, getting his daughter’s age wrong. Malia is 12, though her birthday’s coming up on July 4, Politico reports. (via officialssay)
I wouldn’t feel too bad. … My dad routinely calls me Tess.
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This child has two parents. I suggest you alternate calls, and it’s his father’s turn.from this Slate piece on Ruth Bader Ginsburg, who apparently is a kick-ass woman. I’m much more impressed by Mama Grizzlies that don’t feel the need to shout about it. Even my seriously outspoken mom is more RBG than Palin on this front.
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No joke, I shed a tear over this one.
“In my mind, in my heart, there has never been, there is not now and never will be another Annie.” Via StoryCorps.
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I saw my life branching out before me like the green fig tree in the story. From the tip of every branch, like a fat purple fig, a wonderful future beckoned and winked. … I saw myself sitting in the crotch of this fig tree, starving to death, just because I couldn’t make up my mind which of the figs I would choose. I wanted each and every one of them, but choosing one meant losing all the rest, and, as I sat there, unable to decide, the figs began to wrinkle and go black, and, one by one, they plopped to the ground at my feet.- from The Bell Jar, the antidote to the NYT’s idiotic “20-somethings” piece.
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… is social, aggregated, customizable, serendipitous, visual and credible.
It’s also - for now - imaginary.
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From the NYT: “One hears the rumble of these guilty pleasures, these tiny rebellions, these momentary flares of intensity or escape, and yet, in the end our vices are so minor and controlled.”
