How hard is this?
Spend time with her. Share the things you’re excited about with her and share her happiness, too. Be honest with her. Trust that she can handle herself. Be nice to her family and friends. Take care of her when she’s sick and try not to be too much of a burden when she does the same. Don’t stick your penis in other people. Take her out to nice places.
If he doesn’t want you to bring up the cheating in conversation, he should have tried—and I’m just throwing out ideas, here—not fucking other people.
There’s a hole. Right there in the middle.
I can excitedly fill the spaces around it fit to bursting and think the hole gone.
Until the next time the world deflates and I find that energy wanting.
There, the selfsame void will be, to insensibly consume a dispirited whisper:
'Oh, you're still here.'
Greg Steffan was my absolute favourite prof in undergrad. He taught, among others, my favourite class: Computer Organization (microprocessor architecture and assembly programming).
He always had a different way to explain things when people had trouble. His course notes were so good you didn’t need to attend lectures. But you did, anyway, because he taught with such clarity and enthusiasm.
After being diagnosed with ADHD after the train wreck that was my first attempt at second year, it was his class that began a series of nearly or exactly 4.0 GPA years.
When you averaged my undergrad grades, it still wasn’t the greatest picture, but with a letter from Greg and a couple of others, I was accepted into a non-thesis Masters. The summer just before I started, it was Greg who hinted that he didn’t have funding for a grad student THAT semester. So, I took one of his classes with the intent of impressing the fuck out of him.
He took me on for a thesis second semester.
Under Greg, I was published, attended conferences (the furthest in Romania) and did some really cool research that got the attention of people I had only read about with interest.
I met Greg’s lovely wife and young child (didn’t have a chance to meet his newest). Found him as compelling a husband and father as I knew him to be as a thesis supervisor.
I tell you all this so that you will know how much of a loss everyone he’s mentored feels after his passing on Wednesday, just a month shy of his 42nd birthday.
Greg, you will be missed. Missed because while we had you, your time was well-spent not only advancing the state of the art in computer engineering, but also in driving so many others to great success.
I went to Hebrew school twice a week until the 7th grade. I learned to speak the language (though, honestly, I’ve retained almost none of it), studied Jewish cultures and the history of Israel and, every year, learned about the history of persecution and systematic murder of my people. The Holocaust may have been the largest, but it certainly wasn’t the first.
I remember our teachers, Canadian-born Jews, Israeli-born Jews, telling us that we learned about these horrors so that we would not allow them to happen again. I had my doubts about the necessity then, but I do not anymore.
I think one of the underlying messages we were being taught was not that we should not allow these kinds of things to happen again. That’s a bit obvious. I think we were being taught to recognize the early warning signs of something terrible. So that we may fight back, or run before it is too late.
This wasn’t some backwards country in the third-world. This was France. Paris. The City of Light. This was not even the first anti-semitic riot there this year. This is how it always starts. How much longer can we assume it is a false positive indication?
Um… I just did 5k
It seems like only a month or two ago when I said I didn’t know what the point of running was unless you were being chased by fast zombies.
[3.17mi in 37:30, just under half running]
If I ever disappear from the world for a long time, check police records across this continent for news that everybody who has ever significantly hurt any of my close friends has been murdered in messy, violent ways.
It makes small things that don’t need to be upsetting more hurtful.
It makes people continue to do horrible things to each other and assume they can make up for it with minimal effort.
I don’t understand why people can’t be thoughtful. It isn’t hard. Seriously. Step 1: know what it means to be an insufferable dick. Step 2: Don’t be that.
This is real shit right here
Dove has always been good at promoting body-image positivity, but they’ve got a new ad. Every time I go to the cinema I get to watch this magnificence in the pre-movie trailers and every time the entire audience gasps. Just watch it ok?
Dove has never been about promoting body-image positivity. They are only about turning profits. Dove’s parent company, Unilever sells skin whitening products in Asian countries. They are marketing self love because it is selling here (thank you, pro-capitalism feminists), not because they are actually trying to make a difference.
yeah fuck unilever and fuck any product that is designed to make you feel like beauty is something you owe the world to be allowed to occupy space in it. do your best to stop supporting the idea that beautiful is something women need to be, please.
Oh, just a quick reminder that Unilever also owns AXE, a product which is advertised using sexist, misogynistic commercials.