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I'm emotional because it's Pesach and the Yale protestors for Palestine are occupying the plaza of the library my grandfather helped to build :')

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Zainab Bahrani, from The Graven Image: Representation in Babylonia and Assyria, 2003

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I'm emotional because it's Pesach and the Yale protestors for Palestine are occupying the plaza of the library my grandfather helped to build :')

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WHO MADE MAN'S MOUTH? WHO MADE THE DEAF, THE MUTE, THE SEEING OR THE BLIND? DID NOT I? NOW GO!

Oh, Moses. I shall be with you when you go to the king of Egypt. But Pharaoh will not listen.

So I will stretch out my hand and smite Egypt with all my wonders. Take the staff in your hand, Moses. With it, you shall do my wonders!

I will be with you, Moses.

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Cocaine was a stimulant used by a priestly caste of the middle period United States called businessmen in order to commune with The Market. [1]

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LEVINSON!!! Although in the book Hanna is much more adversarial with him. And he's in Chicago, not LA. Most of the deleted scenes wound up getting reintegrated into the novel somehow. Note to self...

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What made Michael Mann decide to use the name "Vincent Hanna" (and keep it all throughout Heat's long gestation + many permutations) has been one of the more stubborn codes to crack, but I'm starting to wonder about Hanna as in Henne (the old Germanic death deity), also related to henbane (the toxin/hallucinogen).

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He is in love with her.

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i just know neil mccauley does NOT fuck around about his spreadsheets

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Straight Outta Compton (2015)

Director: F. Gary Gray

Cinematographer: Matthew Libatique

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This country’s infatuation with Taylor Swift is mystifying. I just don’t get it. To me she has the charisma of a Stepford Wife and the soul of a petroleum company. Perhaps it’s all an elaborate postmodern schtick. She’s acutely aware of her own pop cultural situation, and the idea that a persona so calculatedly inoffensive and emotionally hermetic could believably stake a claim to “tortured poetry” is being played for irony. “Bux, she’s not that deep.” No, I know; the depth is an emergent property because the whole discourse surrounding her image becomes an inevitable parody of that same image’s reproduction. RIP Walter Benjamin you would have loved “Fortnight.”

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Labor of love, with an emphasis on LABOR.

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I filled in “solarpunk” but the rest is Dad’s crossword autism.

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Lill Tschudi (Swiss, 1911-2004), Kiosk in Paris, 1933. Linocut, 15 x 17 in. Numbered 1/50

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Watching Straight Outta Compton with my 70-year-old father who is just now discovering N.W.A. “Hey, I like this stuff! Fuck the police!”