globeandmail:

Camo, a husky sled dog with Canadian Sled Dog Adventures takes a break in his straw line home in the Calan Valley near Whistler January 16, 2012. (John Lehmann/The Globe and Mail) #photojournalism #snow #dog #husky #bc @johnlehmann (Taken with instagram)

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funkyfest:

sopa suxxx

the good thing is that even if sopa passes we now know that kim could still make funny comics, so that’s one less thing to worry about.

in other news, my last semester of undergrad is going to be awesome.

i found some mouse poop (ew! ew! ahh! shit! literally!) in the kitchen when i got back from portland last weekend, so i promptly cleaned everything with bleach and called housing who sent over a very kind exterminator today to figure out what to do. fortunately i have yet to hear or see any actual mice, but i am still freaking out about every noise in the house that could be a hungry disease-y tiny evil mousie. this is terrible because the freezer makes random crackling noises all the time that i had gotten used to and forgotten about, but now every time i hear it crickle-crackle i have to calm myself down that it’s just the freezer doing it’s thing (or being broken, maybe, i dunno). the very kind exterminator pulled out the stove and found two holes behind it, and a message from previous residents in sharpie above one stating matter-of-factly: “yeah, there’s rats.”

(ahhhhhhhh!)

anyway, the very kind exterminator heroically leapt over the stove and plugged up both holes with steel wool, and while i told him about how freaked out i was and thanked him for helping he reassured me that the mice must have come through the holes and would not be able to come back. you are the best, exterminator dude! but then he told me my dorm is full of mice, and apparently my couple of counter poos was nothing compared to the mouse assault happening right now because of the cold. and i am now anxious again, and the freezer still won’t shut the hell up, and my kitchen still smells like bleach three days later.

nevver:

Gemma Correll

happy christmas

my first meme, scumbag robert moses.

The problem with The Marriage Plot is that Madeleine Hanna is the. most. boring. character. While Eugenides clearly states his intention to follow the conventions of the marriage plot so I can’t complain about predictability, the book still purports to be about Madeleine and, well, it’s not. I feel like the books he’s imitating still make the women more existent. We know them better. This books is instead about Leonard and Mitchell—I mean David Foster Wallace and college “I’m trying to discover myself” everyman. And Madeleine is an empty shell of a woman a la Bella Swan in Twilight. Like Bella, we don’t even know what she looks like, so women can just imagine themselves as her. Eugenides must want women who went to college to say, “I’ve been there! That’s me! Sigh, so true.” And let me tell you, he does get college right—I bet 90% of Columbia English majors ARE Madeleine Hanna. I’ll give Eugenides that. He’s damn accurate, with the whole suburban NJ overprivileged white girl thing. Still, do I want to read a whole book about 90% of my classmates? No. I already hear enough in seminar, thanks but no thanks dude. Also, I know that despite their apparent similarities to Madeleine, the women in my classes are all better than her. They have personalities, quirks, the things that make them real. Madeleine doesn’t have any of that.

Also, can Madeleine ever exist in this book on her own without a man? No. SPOILER ALERT goes here, so don’t keep reading if you’re really into not knowing what happens in a book that purposefully follows a classic plotline where everyone knows what’s going to happen. The book opens after Madeleine’s break up with Leonard and at a point where she’s not speaking to Mitchell, and girl’s a mess, giving indiscriminate blowjobs and going to graduation totally hungover. How unladylike. Just in time, however, Leonard’s ready to take her back and she can function again. Until, of course, that finally falls apart at the end of the book. So guess who moves in with her family for no reason when they break up? Mitchell. Just in case she can’t function on her own again. Then Mitchell has to set her free from the plot, let her know how it’s supposed to go and tell her it’s OK to be on her own for once. Thanks, Mitchell! With his approval, Madeleine can finally go live in the NYC apartment her parents will pay for and go to grad school her parents will pay for and generally have the easiest life ever. What an ending!

People*, defend The Marriage Plot for me! Was Eugenides’ whole point to be so boring and typical in order to uphold conventional plotlines? Would I have hated Pride and Prejudice just as much if I read it when it first came out because it was about something so common to me? Is he just trying to write about real life, which is really actually kind of predictable and boring?

*Hi, two people who read this! <3 you.

hidden room in the met. file under where to sleep if i ever run away from home.

nevver:

Literary Devices

I would conquer my fear of heights to do this.

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