Jack Dawson… Penniless artist who wins a ticket onto Titanic in 1912, attends a first class dinner, develops a taste for the finer things in life, pockets the Heart of the Ocean, survives the sinking, pawns the diamond, spends the following ten years building his wealth and in 1922 moves to West Egg as Jay Gatsby… Millionaire with a shady past and fear of swimming pools.
Neat moment at the Webbys last night. Fresh off the $1.1 billion sale of his company, David Karp was there with his mother, Barbara. Though I’d never met her before, Barbara came over to my seat and gave me the world’s biggest hug. She kept saying: “I am so, so proud of you.”
I said to David: “Your mom just made me feel like the most special guy in the world.”
He said: “That’s how she’s made me feel my whole life.”
Even though I’m semi-addicted to scandal, I’m not a huge fan of most of its characters (Olivia, Fitz, everyone in Olivia’s office except Abby etc). I have a long list of criticisms but in last week’s episode there was one thing I was happy about: That David Rosen wasn’t really “evil.”
It would have been kind of a stretch to make him a random bad guy just trying to mess shit up, and maybe more realistic to say he was doing it for revenge on Olivia. But I’m happy that wasn’t the case either. Because not everyone’s flaw is that they have a mean streak and will fuck people over to get back at them etc. To date in the show, David hasn’t been that kind of person and while he could have been, I didn’t want to see 20 different versions of the same character in the same show.
All he ever cared about was his job and even though everyone (characters and viewers) forgot that, it’s nice to see that Shonda did not.
P.S. Olivia sucks
YES! I LOVE THIS!
In a land where bombings are a regular occurrence, so much light has been shed on the Boston and little to none on Iraq, Pakistan,etc.
I love that these boys are showing compassion even though they’re in a worse situation but think about this for a second: so much attention has been given to Boston that these boys in Iraq heard about it. (If they looked hard enough, you’d know all the names and families of those who were deceased.) I wonder how many people in Boston even know about anything going on outside the borders of their state, much less Iraq…. just a thought.
I’m not saying that victims in Boston do not deserve prayers and support, I’m just wondering if some people’s lives are worth more/ more important than others….
Second time I’ve seen this ‘worth more than others thing,’ and I really don’t think that’s what it’s about.
I heard about those Iraqi bombings that happened on the same day as those in Boston. I heard about them before Boston. I did not freak out. I did not sign in to twitter or facebook to see what people were saying about it, who did it. I had a very passive reaction. I do not, in any way, think that the lives of bostonians are more valuable than those of Iraqis. I am simply desensitized to what happens regularly. This is sad, but it is also a psychological phenomenon.
Not being intensely moved by violence in the Middle East, or in say, Nigeria, does not mean I do not care about it. I complain (way too often) about US policies that create violence in other places, while condemning violence in political speeches. But human brains play down the effect of terrible occurrences that become normal as a survival mechanism (kind of). Because if we cry at all violent deaths, even as they become normal, we would be crying all the time. I sound extremely passive and morbid (even to myself), shrugging death off. But what is really sad is that we live in a world where there would actually be no happiness if we didn’t get desensitized to normal.
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Resources for differently abled people in Ghana are really devastating. This is a super awesome initiative, and it would be great if you watched it and shared!
Ghanaians trying to help Ghanaaa.
It was late fall and the Indians on a remote reservation in South Dakota asked their new chief if the coming winter was going to be cold or mild.
Since he was a chief in a modern society, he’d never learned the old tribal secrets. He couldn’t look at the sky to predict what the winter was going to be like.
So just to be on the safe side, he told his tribe that the winter was indeed going to be cold and that the members of the village should collect firewood to be prepared.
But after several days, he had an idea. He went to the reservation’s phone booth, called the National Weather Service and asked, “Will it be cold this winter?”
“Oh, yes,” the meteorologist at the Weather Service replied, “It looks like this winter is going to be quite cold.”
So the chief went back to his people and told them to collect even more firewood in order to be prepared.
A week later, he called the National Weather Service again. “Does it still look like it is going to be a very cold winter?”
“Yes,” the meteorologist again replied, “It’s going to be a very cold.”
The chief again went back to his people and ordered them to collect every scrap of firewood they could find.
Two weeks later, the chief called the National Weather Service again. “Are you sure it’s going to be very cold winter?”
“Absolutely,” the man replied. “It’s looking more and more like it is going to be one of the coldest winters we’ve ever seen.”
“How can you be so sure?” the chief asked.
“Simple,” the weatherman replied, “The Indians are collecting a shitload of firewood.”