Ugh, so excited to eat all of these!
Without the historian Sue Eakin, who died in 2009, nobody would be talking about Solomon Northup or the other once-forgotten souls portrayed in “Twelve Years a Slave.” Michael Schulman on the woman who spent her career rescuing Northup’s memoir from obscurity: http://nyr.kr/1gZc9Mb
What do you do?”
“It’s kind of hard to explain.”
“Because what you do is complicated?”
“Because I don’t really do it.
—Frances Ha (via kateoplis)
Lawmakers in Russia introduced a bill in parliament on Friday to simplify the absorption of new territories into the country in what will be widely interpreted as a signal that Moscow may be planning to gain control over Ukraine’s mainly ethnic Russian-populated region of Crimea.
Russia’s upper house of parliament voted to approve the use of military force in Ukraine. The vote was unanimous. - The Moscow News
Anyone wants to guess what the West will or (will not) do?
Introducing new US Core Flavors: Peanut Butter Fudge, Salted Caramel, That’s My Jam, and Hazed & Confused. You’ve got some spooning to do.
She wanted you to know that Jordan Davis was an individual black person. That he was an upper-middle-class kid. That his ancestry was diverse. That he had blacks in his family. Mexicans in his family. Panamanians in his family. That his great-grandfather was white. That some of his ancestors had passed.
She wanted you to know that Jordan Davis was not from the “Gunshine State.” That he was from Atlanta—Douglasville, Georgia, to be exact—where black people have things, and there is great pride in this. She wanted the world to know that Jordan Davis had things. That he lived in a three-story home in a cul-de-sac. That most of the children there had two parents. That original owners still lived in the development. That she was only the third owner. That Jordan Davis had access to all the other activities that every other kid in the neighborhood did, that he had not been deprived by divorce.
And she wanted you to know that Jordan Davis had a father. That this was why he was living in Jacksonville, where he was killed. That she was battling a second round of breast cancer and Davis’s father said to her, “Let me raise him, you get well.” She wanted you to know that she never ever kept Davis from his father. That she never put Jordan in the middle of the divorce, because she had already been there herself as a child—placed as a go-between between her mother and father. She said that this had wreaked havoc on her as a young woman. That it had even wreaked havoc on her own marriage. That she had carried that pain into relationships, into marriage, and did not want to do the same. She wanted you to know that Davis’s father, Ron, is a good man.
She wanted you to know that what happened to Jordan in Jacksonville might not have happened in Atlanta, where black people enjoy some level of prestige and influence. That Jordan believed the level of consciousness in Jacksonville was not what it was in Atlanta, and that this ultimately played into why Jordan spoke up. That this ultimately played into why he was killed. I thought of Emmett Till, who was slaughtered for not comprehending the rules. For failing to distinguish Chicago, Illinois, from Money, Mississippi. For believing that there was one America, and it was his country.
“If you are a woman who’s been bitten by a cat, there’s nearly a 50 percent chance that you will be diagnosed with depression at some point…”
I was bit by my family cat, Sam, when I was little.* Is that why I get emo so easily?
*I was so young when this happened that I some times wonder if it actually did happen and if we ever even had a cat. Maybe it was just a dream?