My First Movie. I’m frikkin’ Spielberg.
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My First Movie. I’m frikkin’ Spielberg.
Reblogged from autolysis
I want my democracy back…
Give it fifty years. When no one can remember what the words Central Bank or Republican mean, things will get better again.
I don’t know if you guys can see that well but those are the red marks on my wrists for being handcuffed for three straight hours today, with my hands twisted unnaturally behind my back.
I decided to go to the wall street occupation in NYC and…
-was maced in the face while standing on a public sidewalk calmly asking an officer if I could continue walking.
-was forcefully arrested (arms pulled behind my back by two police officers then lifted off the ground and dragged to a nearby wall) while being treated for the mace on my skin
-had my requests for information (whether I was being arrested or simply detained, why I was being arrested, whether they could read me my rights) greeted with silence by a wall of policemen standing with their nets, watching us sit there handcuffed.
-was bused, as the cuffs got tighter and tighter, to police headquarters (along with about 80 other peaceful protesters) and made to wait in the van outside headquarters for another two and a half hours
-was detained inside a prison cell for about another 6 hours, again with barely any information about why I was arrested and for how long
-was told I could have a phone call but only if it was to a New York number, and then was subsequently ignored when I asked if I could use a phone book
-was finally released with a charge of disorderly conduct and a court date nov 3
Right now I’m overwhelmed and exhausted. I missed the last train back to sarah lawrence because of being in fucking jail, so I’m staying at my friend’s dorm at parsons. I had just about every right I “have” violated tonight and it makes me really angry. when the police feel the need to use the amount of force they did on me - i’m 93 lbs and 4 ft - you know something’s off. when they’re detaining the “granny peace brigade” along with me, you know there’s really something off. this isn’t right, this isn’t democracy. that’s all I can say right now because I’m so fucking tired and I need to just go to bed. perhaps I’ll have some more coherent thoughts tomorrow, but again, right now I’m just totally overwhelmed.
I want my goddamn democracy back. These 1st amendment violations paired with outright ASSAULT need presidential attention immediately. This movement needs a jack bauer. Get me the president
I posted the following on this article (sans .gif) after Gizmodo’s mods flagged me for spam for daring to share a link in a comment pertaining to the article. It was promptly deleted, I assume for using the word twats, which is what they are.
Dear Gizmodo: When posting an article about the scuzzy practices of another website, one should always make sure that one’s own practices aren’t equally offensive. To whit: just because my comment signature contains a link, it doesn’t mean I’m spam.
Also, until you verify that the comment that wasn’t spam, isn’t spam, perhaps blocking all other posts from my email account is a wee premature.
If anyone ever asks you why you left Facebook for the greener pastures of Google+, just show them this, pat them on the shoulder and comfort them while they set up a new account.
You know that feeling you get? The one that says, “Fuck yeah, I’m awesome!” If you’re a writer, going back and reading your earlier stuff can be like time machine access to the opposite of that feeling.
And suddenly, I know what George Lucas feels like. Well, not exactly; I’m not rich, crazy*, or driven to insert Ewoks into everything. But I understand the impulse to go back in time to fix past you. It’s hard not to re-edit and just let the mistakes lie.
I read this stuff, and yeah, it’s funny. But ye gods, the adverbs! And my cavalier attitude towards punctuation.
I used to get that “Fuck yeah!” feeling every time I hit the PUBLISH button. Now I want to go back and hit Past Julian in the mangina before he has a chance to embarrass me.
Originally shared by Ward Anderson @ http://bit.ly/qYETJs
My favorite pictures of the day. I know, my friends make better stuff than yours do. It’ll be okay.