Near Earth Archive

A backup of Near Earth Object by Paul Fidalgo

Month: February, 2011

The Ladder of Whiteness

At McDonald’s, you too can begin as a member of a small minority, and perhaps one day, if you work really hard, become fully Caucasian, dressed like a grownup.

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The Ladder of Whiteness

At McDonald’s, you too can begin as a member of a small minority, and perhaps one day, if you work really hard, become fully Caucasian, dressed like a grownup.

Ismael and the Munaqaba

Ismael Abdul Latif, 27, a secular writer, chatted with the religious women, only their eyes showing, as they drew revolutionary posters.

“I never dreamed in my wildest dreams that we would be talking to a munaqaba”— as women in full veils are called — “in Tahrir Square,” he said. “A secular artist is having a political debate with a fully veiled lady and having a meaningful conversation. What’s the world coming to?”

New York Times, 2/25/011

Ismael and the Munaqaba

Ismael Abdul Latif, 27, a secular writer, chatted with the religious women, only their eyes showing, as they drew revolutionary posters.

“I never dreamed in my wildest dreams that we would be talking to a munaqaba”— as women in full veils are called — “in Tahrir Square,” he said. “A secular artist is having a political debate with a fully veiled lady and having a meaningful conversation. What’s the world coming to?”

New York Times, 2/25/011

Ye Olde Olds

In GQ‘s dismemberment of Hollywood, the quote that puts me (and probably you) firmly in place:

In Hollywood, though, not all quadrants are created equal. If you, for instance, have a vagina, you’re pretty much out of luck, because women, in studio thinking, are considered a niche audience that, except when Sandra Bullock reads a script or Nicholas Sparks writes a novel, generally isn’t worth taking the time to figure out. And if you were born before 1985… well, it is my sad duty to inform you that in the eyes of Hollywood, you are one of what the kids on the Internet call “the olds.” I know—you thought you were one of the kids on the Internet. Not to the studios, which have realized that the closer you get to (or the farther you get from) your thirtieth birthday, the more likely you are to develop things like taste and discernment, which render you such an exhausting proposition in terms of selling a movie that, well, you might as well have a vagina.

It’s as though discriminating taste is like garlic to film industry vampires. Uh-oh, I think I just came up with their next blockbuster.

Ye Olde Olds

In GQ‘s dismemberment of Hollywood, the quote that puts me (and probably you) firmly in place:

In Hollywood, though, not all quadrants are created equal. If you, for instance, have a vagina, you’re pretty much out of luck, because women, in studio thinking, are considered a niche audience that, except when Sandra Bullock reads a script or Nicholas Sparks writes a novel, generally isn’t worth taking the time to figure out. And if you were born before 1985… well, it is my sad duty to inform you that in the eyes of Hollywood, you are one of what the kids on the Internet call “the olds.” I know—you thought you were one of the kids on the Internet. Not to the studios, which have realized that the closer you get to (or the farther you get from) your thirtieth birthday, the more likely you are to develop things like taste and discernment, which render you such an exhausting proposition in terms of selling a movie that, well, you might as well have a vagina.

It’s as though discriminating taste is like garlic to film industry vampires. Uh-oh, I think I just came up with their next blockbuster.

Beer + MacBook = Hiatus

A quick post from my iPhone simply to say: keep that beer away from your computer. Far away. You might think, “I’m no drunkard, no blunderbuss, no thoughtless rube. I need not be concerned when my ale is in close proximity to my computing device!”

But I tell you now: You are wrong!

Beer + MacBook = Hiatus

A quick post from my iPhone simply to say: keep that beer away from your computer. Far away. You might think, “I’m no drunkard, no blunderbuss, no thoughtless rube. I need not be concerned when my ale is in close proximity to my computing device!”

But I tell you now: You are wrong!

Dish Towel Frenzy!

Something about these dish towels has driven Toby to MADNESS.

Dish Towel Frenzy!

Something about these dish towels has driven Toby to MADNESS.