More than 400,000 people showed up on Sunday for the People’s Climate March in New York City, rallying in solidarity with a planet that’s facing an onslaught of climate change, greenhouse gases and rising seas. See more of these adorable kids voicing their opinions on climate change here.
isn’t it terrible how these kids know more than some of our policy makers
to be continued
Half of my notes in one of my classes are just funny things my professors says.
"My office is 564. I don’t have my name on the door so people who don’t know what they’re talking about don’t come find me." I think he means students.
"I actually have the ability to run three to four streams of consciousness at the same time, so I can think about research while lecturing. I bet you guys don’t realize because my lectures are brilliant…"
While using a particularly squeaky marker: “I’m going to make sure I make that annoying squeaky noise to keep us awake…” (proceeds to go out of his way to make as much squeak as possible) “…fucking squeaky pyramidal neuron…” he whispers to himself as he draws a triangle.
"FUCK YOU" he says while he chucks a marker across the room. Picks up another marker. It’s also dead. "I’m just moving on from worthless thing to worthless thing…" (he then mutters something about being in a "world class university").
Guys, look. They finally made a baby stroller for wheelchair-bound mothers. This is so important.
My wife is a physical therapist. She started tearing up when I showed this to her.
This is so lovely.
An adventure in Rockport: Donut Peaches at the Cape Ann Farmer’s market. Donut peaches are a boon to my South East Asian eyes, especially when they are not sat inside the Villa Market for imported goods attached with a hefty price tag. A million signals went off in my brain: Fresh?? Donut Peaches?? It’ll take getting used to the luxury of the fruit in America. [An adventure in Rockport] [My instagram]
Speed-Reading Jane Eyre
My first literature class of college requires me to read a book a week: four days to read it before lecture, a day of rest, and then discussion of said book.
First week I read Manon Lescaut in two nights - it was a fast read and doable enough. But Jane Eyre is a fat book that I started much too late with lots to think about so it saddens me that I can’t stop to marinate on these characters; I don’t have time to read in context; I can’t afford to make interesting connections because god damnit I have to write a paper (albeit short one) on this book by Thursday and I have a solid 100 pages left. Things are just getting interesting…
Also there are 19 white girls in my my discussion group of 24 people. I hope we do not neglect my favorite character, St. John, like we did with Tiberge in Manon Lescautt, as this group tends to talk almost exclusively about our beloved female protagonists.
Some pictures from the rally today at Columbia. So much wonderful support for my sister and I! Emma and I are truly grateful to everyone who came, and everyone who was there in spirit.
This honestly makes me so emotional.