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ravnotraj · 5 months ago
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ravnotraj · 7 months ago
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ravnotraj · 1 year ago
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Jessie Oonark, “The Great Hunter”
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ravnotraj · 5 years ago
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“We are not just a debating society. We are not just a socialist Sunday school. We are a great movement that wants to help real people living on this earth at the present time. We shall never be able to help them unless we get power. We shall never get power unless we close the gap between our active workers and the average voter in the country.”
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ravnotraj · 5 years ago
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“At an unfamiliar night noise a mother will spring from her bed, not to return until every corner of her domain is tucked safely round her anxiety. A man will look up from his golf game to watch a jet cut caterpillar tracks through the sky. A housewife, before driving to town, will give her neighbour a quick call to see if she wants anything from the store. These are manifestations of a power within us that must of necessity be called divine, for it is no invention of man.
What is love? Many things are love--indeed, love is present in pity, compassion, romance, affection....One thing identifies love and isolates it from kindred emotions: love admits not of self.
Few of us achieve compassion; to some of us romance is a word; in many of us the ability to feel affection has long since died; but all of us at one time or another- be it for an instant or for our lives- have departed from ourselves: we have loved something or someone. Love, then is a paradox: to have it, we must give it.”
-Harper Lee
And in the end, the love you take is equal to the love you make.
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ravnotraj · 5 years ago
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Exquisite illustrations from a 1913 edition of Leaves of Grass, courtesy of Brain Pickings.
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ravnotraj · 6 years ago
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Over the next 155 years, our stories would shape the nation, and the world: from Frederick Douglass’s appeal for suffrage, to Alfred Thayer Mahan’s case for the United States as a global power, to John Muir’s essays that helped establish the National Park Service, to Helen Keller’s treatise on industrialization and women’s empowerment. 
Today, our battalion of reporters and commentators cover the globe, providing our readers with comprehensive coverage of technological change, cultural dislocation, and political chaos; and with stories that help make sense of daily life. You can see the scope and depth of our journalism in the work we published just this morning: from Jemele Hill making the case for why black athletes should leave white colleges; to James Fallows on how America can find hope in the fall of Rome; to Amanda Mull on the surprising comeback of the hair scrunchie.
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ravnotraj · 6 years ago
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ravnotraj · 6 years ago
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Hey, it's Friday night. How about a twitter thread of unpopular opinions about climate policy generally, and the #GreenNewDeal specifically. Ready? Here we go. 1/
— Ramez Naam (@ramez) February 9, 2019
Real talk: this might be my favorite thread of all time.
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ravnotraj · 6 years ago
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"We have besides these men—descended by blood from our ancestors—among us perhaps half our people who are not descendants at all of these men... men that have come from Europe themselves, or whose ancestors have come hither and settled here, finding themselves our equals in all things. If they look back through this history to trace their connection with those days by blood, they find they have none, they cannot carry themselves back into that glorious epoch and make themselves feel that they are part of us, but when they look through that old Declaration of Independence they find that those old men say that 'We hold these truths to be self-evident, that all men are created equal,' and then they feel that that moral sentiment taught in that day evidences their relation to those men, that it is the father of all moral principle in them, and that they have a right to claim it as though they were blood of the blood, and flesh of the flesh, of the men who wrote that Declaration, and so they are."
I'm not crying, you're crying.
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