January 31, 2012

sesamestreet:

OK Go + Sesame Street = Yaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaay

So fun.

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January 18, 2012
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Southern food is a celebration of the people within the community, using the agrarian bounty that is constantly around them. It pays homage to the past but is a constantly evolving, ebbing with the seasons and flowing with the constant progression of the South. It is a foodways that really has had a much stronger emphasis on vegetables and sides than huge portions of proteins, and one that is healthy if we show off the diversity of our crops and cooking styles.

Paula looked at me with moderate confusion and disdain and blurted out to her masses, “What’s wrong with just butter and salt in grits?”

And that’s the issue isn’t it? That is the monochrome image of Southern food, one that I am tired of challenging, a simply unhealthy version that has been pushed for decades. True Southern food is so much more than that.

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— i have thoughts about paula deen and sexism and class and promulgating an irresponsible lifestyle, but this piece by hugh acheson furthers the discussion we should really be having.  (via brookehatfield)

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January 18, 2012
whatupjamal: cryingbecauseofahs: God bless you Obama. Full article here: http://www.forbes.com/sites/johngaudiosi/2012/01/16/obama-says-so-long-sopa-killing-controversial-internet-piracy-legislation/ Of course Barack killed it. Dude loves tumblr. 

whatupjamal:

cryingbecauseofahs:

God bless you Obama. Full article here:

http://www.forbes.com/sites/johngaudiosi/2012/01/16/obama-says-so-long-sopa-killing-controversial-internet-piracy-legislation/

Of course Barack killed it. Dude loves tumblr. 

(via arnettandpoehler)

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January 18, 2012
youngna: Thank god for the power of the Internet to do this. Go, Amit, go. #stopSOPA #stopleukemia superamit: Many of you have asked, so here’s what’s going on with me. WHAT HAPPENED BEFORE 8/1979: Born. Grew up in CT, built a killer eraser collection, fell in love with computers. Left college to start a company. Fell hard. Fled to India for 3 months. Started 2nd company. Learned to be an adult. Fell in love with NYC. Moved to SF, discovered burritos & some of my fave people on Earth. 9/2011: Got diagnosed with Leukemia! Cried. Went through 3 cycles of chemo. Hurt. Thought hard about what I want out of life. Grew up a second time. TODAY … After over 100 drives organized by friends, family, and strangers, celebrity call-outs, a bazillion reblogs (7000+!), tweets, and Facebook posts, press, fundraising and international drives organized by tireless friends, and a couple painful false starts, I’ve got a 10/10 matched donor! You all literally helped save my life. (And the lives of many others.) WHAT HAPPENS NEXT Tomorrow, I’ll be admitted to Dana Farber in Boston for 4-5 weeks. First I’ll get a second Hickman line to allow direct access to my heart (for meds and for nutrients if I’m not able to eat). Over the next week, the docs blast my body with a stiff chemo cocktail to try and eradicate all traces of cancer cells. In the process, the immune system I was born with, and my body’s ability to make blood, are destroyed. Next Friday, I get my donor’s stem cells by IV. I start on immunosuppressants to prevent my body from rejecting them (I’ll be on them for 12-18 months). For these weeks I’ve no immune system, so I’m severely vulnerable to viruses and bacteria. My hospital room and hallway become my world. Meanwhile, the stem cells make their way to my bone marrow and, with some luck, start producing platelets, red blood cells, and white blood cells. At this point, my blood type changes to the blood type of my donor. And my blood will now have my donor’s DNA, not my own. This is science fiction stuff. I can hardly believe it’s even possible, and there’s lots of chances for things to go wrong. It’s frightening. AFTER THE TRANSPLANT Recovery to a new state of “normal” takes about a year, but there’s a few storm clouds hovering: My immune system is new, like a baby’s. I’m prone to getting sick. Just as with any organ transplant, there’s a chance of rejection. Except in this case, it’s my blood that’s the foreign body, and it touches every organ. They call it graft-vs-host-disease and it can cause health issues and organ complications for the rest of my life. Successful transplant or not, Leukemia can relapse. Stubborn mofo. Overall, 75% of AML transplant patients survive year one, 50% make it through year five. My odds are a little better since I’m young. THE GREAT NEWS I’ve got a long road ahead. But I’ve got a donor & amazing family & friends. A few months ago I didn’t have many options. Today I have a plan. I am alive. I start tomorrow. Wish me luck! Thank you.

youngna:

Thank god for the power of the Internet to do this. Go, Amit, go. #stopSOPA #stopleukemia

superamit:

Many of you have asked, so here’s what’s going on with me.

WHAT HAPPENED BEFORE

  • 8/1979: Born. Grew up in CT, built a killer eraser collection, fell in love with computers.
  • Left college to start a company. Fell hard. Fled to India for 3 months.
  • Started 2nd company. Learned to be an adult. Fell in love with NYC.
  • Moved to SF, discovered burritos & some of my fave people on Earth.
  • 9/2011: Got diagnosed with Leukemia!
  • Cried. Went through 3 cycles of chemo. Hurt. Thought hard about what I want out of life. Grew up a second time.

TODAY

… After over 100 drives organized by friends, family, and strangers, celebrity call-outs, a bazillion reblogs (7000+!), tweets, and Facebook posts, press, fundraising and international drives organized by tireless friends, and a couple painful false starts, I’ve got a 10/10 matched donor!

You all literally helped save my life. (And the lives of many others.)

WHAT HAPPENS NEXT

Tomorrow, I’ll be admitted to Dana Farber in Boston for 4-5 weeks.

First I’ll get a second Hickman line to allow direct access to my heart (for meds and for nutrients if I’m not able to eat). Over the next week, the docs blast my body with a stiff chemo cocktail to try and eradicate all traces of cancer cells. In the process, the immune system I was born with, and my body’s ability to make blood, are destroyed.

Next Friday, I get my donor’s stem cells by IV. I start on immunosuppressants to prevent my body from rejecting them (I’ll be on them for 12-18 months). For these weeks I’ve no immune system, so I’m severely vulnerable to viruses and bacteria. My hospital room and hallway become my world.

Meanwhile, the stem cells make their way to my bone marrow and, with some luck, start producing platelets, red blood cells, and white blood cells. At this point, my blood type changes to the blood type of my donor. And my blood will now have my donor’s DNA, not my own.

This is science fiction stuff. I can hardly believe it’s even possible, and there’s lots of chances for things to go wrong. It’s frightening.

AFTER THE TRANSPLANT

Recovery to a new state of “normal” takes about a year, but there’s a few storm clouds hovering:

  • My immune system is new, like a baby’s. I’m prone to getting sick.
  • Just as with any organ transplant, there’s a chance of rejection. Except in this case, it’s my blood that’s the foreign body, and it touches every organ. They call it graft-vs-host-disease and it can cause health issues and organ complications for the rest of my life.
  • Successful transplant or not, Leukemia can relapse. Stubborn mofo.

Overall, 75% of AML transplant patients survive year one, 50% make it through year five. My odds are a little better since I’m young.

THE GREAT NEWS

I’ve got a long road ahead. But I’ve got a donor & amazing family & friends. A few months ago I didn’t have many options. Today I have a plan.

I am alive. I start tomorrow. Wish me luck!

Thank you.

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January 8, 2012

(via arnettandpoehler)

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December 19, 2011

“Amy Poehler and I have been friends for so long, we’re like Oprah and Gale. Only we’re not denying anything.” -Tina Fey

(Source: -labyrinth, via arnettandpoehler)

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December 9, 2011

(via alyssadehayes)

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December 9, 2011
sarahb: camplittlewolf: Doodle Duvet I don’t know why I’m so annoyed by this. Maybe because first of all, it’s a duvet and like, don’t draw on your duvet. But perhaps it’s because I’m tired of this trend of “everything you liked in fourth grade” being sold to us in this cutesy-wootsy way (I believe that’s how you spell that). You know what I liked in fourth grade? Reading medical pamphlets. That’s right. Lupus, diabetes, autism, you name it. And I used to steal my mother’s cardigans that she bought from Petite Sophisticates and wear them while watching a VHS copy of The Accused starring Jodie Foster on the weekends. And trust me, I wasn’t robbed of any innocence at an early age or anything like that. I mean, I got boobs early. And always wanted to be like my parents. So maybe that explains some of it. I did, in fact, enjoy age-appropriate kid things. I owned Barbies and Pound Puppies and all that. But I just have no desire to go back to any of that. And sometimes I feel like the only person alive that isn’t in constant nostalgia for my childhood. I’m not really interested in gourmet food truck popsicles and the new She-Ra live action movie or whatever (if there isn’t one happening, I’m sure it will be soon) or basically anything on this page or drawing doodles on a duvet in marker! That’s not even practical, for good sleeping! P.S. I refrained from talking about the owl thing because you know what, I kind of hate owls. I had one outside my apartment once that was CREEPY AS HELL and used to stare at me and my friends when we’d come home late, as if it was in judgment of us/ready to poke our eyes out with its predatory murder beak. So don’t put an owl on my stationary, dammit. Millie for President The owls are not what they seem. (I do like gourmet food truck popsicles, though.)

sarahb:

camplittlewolf:

Doodle Duvet

I don’t know why I’m so annoyed by this. Maybe because first of all, it’s a duvet and like, don’t draw on your duvet. But perhaps it’s because I’m tired of this trend of “everything you liked in fourth grade” being sold to us in this cutesy-wootsy way (I believe that’s how you spell that). You know what I liked in fourth grade? Reading medical pamphlets. That’s right. Lupus, diabetes, autism, you name it. And I used to steal my mother’s cardigans that she bought from Petite Sophisticates and wear them while watching a VHS copy of The Accused starring Jodie Foster on the weekends.

And trust me, I wasn’t robbed of any innocence at an early age or anything like that. I mean, I got boobs early. And always wanted to be like my parents. So maybe that explains some of it. I did, in fact, enjoy age-appropriate kid things. I owned Barbies and Pound Puppies and all that. But I just have no desire to go back to any of that. And sometimes I feel like the only person alive that isn’t in constant nostalgia for my childhood. I’m not really interested in gourmet food truck popsicles and the new She-Ra live action movie or whatever (if there isn’t one happening, I’m sure it will be soon) or basically anything on this page or drawing doodles on a duvet in marker! That’s not even practical, for good sleeping!

P.S. I refrained from talking about the owl thing because you know what, I kind of hate owls. I had one outside my apartment once that was CREEPY AS HELL and used to stare at me and my friends when we’d come home late, as if it was in judgment of us/ready to poke our eyes out with its predatory murder beak. So don’t put an owl on my stationary, dammit.

Millie for President

The owls are not what they seem.

(I do like gourmet food truck popsicles, though.)

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December 9, 2011

(Source: etsy.com, via lorigami)

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November 30, 2011
nprfreshair: thepoliticalnotebook: This is Samar Hassan, now 12 years old. She was the screaming 5-year old girl in the striking photo taken by the late Chris Hondros, a photo that has become emblematic of the Iraq war.  She had never seen the famous photo of her, blood-spattered, the  night her parents were killed by American soldiers in Tal Afar in 2005.  She now lives in Mosul, with her older sister and her sister’s husband.   The photograph of Samar is frozen in history, but her life moved on, across a trajectory that is emblematic of what so many Iraqis have endured. In a country whose health care system has almost no ability to treat the psychological aspects of trauma, thousands of Iraqis are left alone with their torment. Read more at the New York Times.  (Photo Credit: Ayman Oghanna for The New York Times) On today’s Fresh Air, reporter Tim Arango talks about tracking down Samar Hassan

nprfreshair:

thepoliticalnotebook:

This is Samar Hassan, now 12 years old. She was the screaming 5-year old girl in the striking photo taken by the late Chris Hondros, a photo that has become emblematic of the Iraq war.  She had never seen the famous photo of her, blood-spattered, the  night her parents were killed by American soldiers in Tal Afar in 2005.  She now lives in Mosul, with her older sister and her sister’s husband.  

The photograph of Samar is frozen in history, but her life moved on, across a trajectory that is emblematic of what so many Iraqis have endured. In a country whose health care system has almost no ability to treat the psychological aspects of trauma, thousands of Iraqis are left alone with their torment.

Read more at the New York Times. 

(Photo Credit: Ayman Oghanna for The New York Times)

On today’s Fresh Air, reporter Tim Arango talks about tracking down Samar Hassan

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