Tuesday, October 28, 2014

This Is The Real Periodic Table They Should Teach In School

Chemistry just for the ladies.


The following alternative periodic table is a tribute to lady menses, part of Megan Amram's new book Science...for Her!, out November 4.



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Megan Amram is a writer for the NBC comedy Parks and Recreation. Since she graduated from Harvard in 2010, she has amassed over 400,000 Twitter followers who enjoy her hilarious brand of off-beat humor. Her writing has appeared in McSweeney's, Vulture,and The Awl, among others. Her viral video "Birth Control on the Bottom" prompted Jezebel to call her a "national treasure." She lives in Los Angeles.




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Poll: What's The Best YA Novel Of All Time?

Harry Potter or Little Women ?



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When You Love A Book Because of Who It's From

Sharing a book can be more intimate than sharing a kiss.



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For a certain sort of person, sharing a book can be as intimate and exhilarating as sharing a kiss—and as varied in its vernacular, from a drunken, late-night exhortation to crack open some John LeCarre, to an old friend gently floating the idea—across the suddenly endless expanse of a living room sofa—that you might, maybe, perhaps, enjoy a little Julian Barnes. Like a kiss, like a crush, like love itself, opening a book at someone else's suggestion is simultaneously a solitary act and a shared one: We may travel these paths alone, but we visit common territory.


When someone you love tells you about a book that he loves, it's an act of revelation—intentional or not—that's as intimate and vulnerable as being handed the keys to his childhood home. He's telling you where he's been, but even more than that, he's trusting you to explore it on your own, knowing your steps will fall where his once did. (And oh, the thrilling signs and wonders that attend reading his own copy of the book: There's a strange and profound power to holding the very same object in your hands that he once held and—by the same portkey—reaching, separately but identically, the same destination.)


When I read The Corrections, by Jonathan Franzen, in the year after I graduated college, I sprinted through its nearly 600 pages with a ferocity and fervor I'd never brought to a book before. In a fevered three-day stretch of pounding heartbeats and shallow breath I called in sick to work, barely ate, and hardly slept. It's not really even right to say that what I did to the book was read; I gorged on it, I devoured it, I was a voracious, white-hot fire tearing through swathes of exposition and tangents and dialogue, blazing my way toward the end with a dizzying, explosive force.


The Corrections is a thoughtful, deliberate character study—not exactly a book that calls for this kind of visceral reading experience. But my literary fugue state hadn't actually been driven by the story, the characters, or Franzen's authorial voice. In fact, the emotional frenzy hadn't really had much to do with the book at all; rather, it had everything to do with where the book came from. I read The Corrections at the suggestion of a friend—a friend with whom I was, at the time, completely in love, a shivery, resonant crush that overspilled our phone calls and endless email threads and worked its way into every moment of my life, a crush so rich that it made me fall in love, or something that felt like love, with a book he'd told me to read.



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And so it was that when I was reading this novel I was, without knowing it, searching for a secret message on every page. A love scene, a family meltdown, an elegiac emotional spiral—whatever these characters did as I read, they did for an audience of two. There was me, alone in a pool of light in a dark New York apartment, and there was my long-distance crush, following the same thread but ahead of me, in a different city and a different time, a ghostly trace on every page. Whenever I fell too deeply into the book, I was jerked out again by the persistent, pleasurable thought that he'd been through this too, that he'd chewed through the same words and been pulled down the same winding narrative corridors. I found myself needing to take breaks from the novel, to physically walk away from the book and catch my breath, to let the floods of dopamine recede to a point where I could open the cover again, throw myself back in, and find out what was going to happen next.


The Corrections may have given rise to the most visceral reaction I've ever had while reading a novel, but it wasn't the only book I fell for because of a crush. A survey of my reading history reveals shelves of novels that I've approached with degrees of urgency in direct proportion not to the quality of their storytelling, but to the intensity of my desire for their recommenders. A handsome west coast techie gave me the cyberpunk classics Snow Crash and Neuromancer. A sweet, bearded philosopher turned me on to Michael Cunningham's A Home at the End of the World. I picked up Gilead, the quietly luminous novel by by Marilynne Robinson, after a quietly luminous work crush stood next to me in the elevator with his (quietly luminous) Kindle screen displaying the title page. An improbably sexy midwestern historian used his considerable romantic abilities to bring me a goodly way through the complete works of Mickey Spillane. For years, my email password was the secret wizard-name of the protagonist of a high fantasy octet a college love had read out loud to me in bed. Two separate bombastic objectivists pressed the works of Ayn Rand into my hands (one presented me with The Fountainhead; the other gave me Anthem, he was the better kisser). A devastatingly unattainable friend told me one afternoon that he just couldn't have another conversation with me until I read John Williams' Stoner, and so I tore through the whole book that very night, staying awake 'til sunrise thanks to a limerent, stimulant elation entirely at odds with the novel's pervasive, midcentury melancholy.


Then there was An Instance of the Fingerpost, a doorstopper of a novel by Iain Pears. I'd only been dating this man for a few weeks when he gave me his own bruised copy, his face radiating a literary evangelism that by then was familiar. We may have been together for less than a month, but by the time his favorite novel made it into my hands, I knew that this man and I were in the first wisps of falling seriously, brutally in love. And as I started reading, I felt the same uncanny energy that had driven me through The Corrections flaring up.


As novels go, the two books don't have much in common—Fingerpost is an epistolary academic thriller set in eighteenth-century Oxford, not much at all like Franzen's sprawling portrait of upper-middle-class life in the 1990s—but on my shelf, where the two books sat side by side, their covers looked meaningfully similar: dark jackets, wide spines, stern titles in hefty white text. And maybe it's true that I devoured Pears' novel with less of an urgent hunger than I'd done with Franzen's messy feast, but that's only because the affection it was channeling wasn't a desperate, unrequited crush; it was real, it was returned, it was less precarious, less ephemeral, less likely to float away. This was a relationship that didn't demand the bolstering of an overlay onto the pages of a book. Between the two of us there was so much real discovery, so much story-swapping and mask-removing, that for me to read the same novel he'd read—to walk the same roads, to thrill and mourn the same highs and lows—was just one intoxicating point of intersection among a hundred thousand more.




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15 Things You Probably Didn't Know About The Bible

Like that time Moses checked out God’s butt. (It’s in there.)


Jesus never mentions homosexuality.


Jesus never mentions homosexuality.


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There are two different, possibly contradicting creation stories in Genesis.


There are two different, possibly contradicting creation stories in Genesis.


Verses 1:1 -2:3 uses the Hebrew word elohim for God and depicts God creating the world in seven days. Verses 2:4-24 uses the Hebrew word yahweh for God, and has God create Adam from dust and Eve from Adam's rib.


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The Bible actually is the best-selling book in the world.


The Bible actually is the best-selling book in the world.


It's sold probably five billion copies, according to Guinness World Records.


Bravo


Delilah's servant, not Delilah herself, cuts Samson's hair.


Delilah's servant , not Delilah herself, cuts Samson's hair.


What a diva.


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Who Said It: Taylor Swift Or T. S. Eliot?

Let us go then, you and I / knew you were trouble when you walked in.



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Monday, October 27, 2014

"Reading Rainbow" Host LeVar Burton Reads "Go The F— To Sleep"

It’s everything you want it to be. (NSFW, unless you have headphones.)



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The Hollywood Reporter caught Burton reading the book for podcast Rooster Teeth's charity drive.



Rooster Teeth teamed up with Extra Life, a gaming fundraising platform, to benefit the Children's Miracle Network Hospital. The livestream participants sitting cross-legged look like a group of giggly little kids. (There's even a dog!)


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You Can Now Stay In A Harry Potter-Themed Hotel Room

Accio Reservation.


Muggles (and wayward witches) rejoice! There's a new Harry Potter-themed hotel suite in London where you can get a glimpse of wizarding life.


Muggles (and wayward witches) rejoice! There's a new Harry Potter-themed hotel suite in London where you can get a glimpse of wizarding life.


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The Georgian House, located near London's Victoria Station, recently opened two Hogwarts-themed "Wizarding Chambers."


The Georgian House , located near London's Victoria Station, recently opened two Hogwarts-themed "Wizarding Chambers."


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The gothic-looking rooms are decked out with four-poster beds, spell books, cauldrons, potion bottles, and even school trunks.


The gothic-looking rooms are decked out with four-poster beds, spell books, cauldrons, potion bottles, and even school trunks.


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Sunday, October 26, 2014

"7%" Written by a 90 year old

"7%"

Written by a 90 year old

This is something we should all read at least once a week!!!!! Make sure you read to the end!!!!!!

Written by Regina Brett, 90 years old, of the Plain Dealer, Cleveland , Ohio .

"To celebrate growing older, I once wrote the 45 lessons life taught me. It is the most requested column I've ever written.

My odometer rolled over to 90 in August, so here is the column once more:

1. Life isn't fair, but it's still good.

2. When in doubt, just take the next small step.

3. Life is too short – enjoy it.

4. Your job won't take care of you when you are sick. Your friends and family will.

5. Pay off your credit cards every month.

6. You don't have to win every argument. Stay true to yourself.

7. Cry with someone. It's more healing than crying alone.

8. It's OK to get angry with God. He can take it.

9. Save for retirement starting with your first paycheck.

10. When it comes to chocolate, resistance is futile.

11. Make peace with your past so it won't screw up the present.

12. It's OK to let your children see you cry.

13. Don't compare your life to others. You have no idea what their journey is all about.

14. If a relationship has to be a secret, you shouldn't be in it.

15. Everything can change in the blink of an eye, but don't worry, God never blinks.

16.. Take a deep breath. It calms the mind.

17. Get rid of anything that isn't useful. Clutter weighs you down in many ways.

18. Whatever doesn't kill you really does make you stronger.

19.. It's never too late to be happy. But it’s all up to you and no one else.

20. When it comes to going after what you love in life, don't take no for an answer.

21. Burn the candles, use the nice sheets, wear the fancy clothes. Don't save it for a special occasion. Today is special.

22. Over prepare, then go with the flow.

23. Be eccentric now. Don't wait for old age to wear purple.

24. The most important sex organ is the brain.

25. No one is in charge of your happiness but you.

26. Frame every so-called disaster with these words 'In five years, will this matter?'

27. Always choose life.

28. Forgive

29. What other people think of you is none of your business.

30. Time heals almost everything. Give time time.

31. However good or bad a situation is, it will change.

32. Don't take yourself so seriously. No one else does.

33. Believe in miracles.

34. God loves you because of who God is, not because of anything you did or didn't do.

35. Don't audit life. Show up and make the most of it now.

36. Growing old beats the alternative of dying young.

37. Your children get only one childhood.

38. All that truly matters in the end is that you loved.

39. Get outside every day. Miracles are waiting everywhere.

40. If we all threw our problems in a pile and saw everyone else's, we'd grab ours back.

41. Envy is a waste of time. Accept what you already have, not what you need

42. The best is yet to come...

43. No matter how you feel, get up, dress up and show up.

44. Yield.

45. Life isn't tied with a bow, but it's still a gift."

Its estimated 93% won't forward this. If you are one of the 7% who will, forward this with the title '7%'.

I'm in the 7%. Friends are the family that  you choose.

Its worth reading again & again, as & when you can. ����

Monday, October 20, 2014

"A Series Of Unfortunate Events" For New Yorkers

The world is not quiet here.


The Abysmal Apartment Search


The Abysmal Apartment Search


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The Ridiculous Rent


The Ridiculous Rent


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The Loathsome Lines


The Loathsome Lines


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The Cruel Cost of Living


The Cruel Cost of Living


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