jimmymarks:


How dare they.


Not to work ping-pong, but the one in Chinatown on 7th street isn’t too bad, actually. A little overpriced, maybe, and for sure not the kind of place you want to take your woman on a weekend because it’s loud and awful, but for doughy balls of flavor they’re alright. 

jimmymarks:

How dare they.

Not to work ping-pong, but the one in Chinatown on 7th street isn’t too bad, actually. A little overpriced, maybe, and for sure not the kind of place you want to take your woman on a weekend because it’s loud and awful, but for doughy balls of flavor they’re alright. 

It’s been about a year since I was able to find the time, space, and mental energy to setup my piano and play the fucking thing for more than 20 minutes without getting depressed and self-conscious.
Last night I stayed up until about 2am to clean out the space so I could get rid of all the petty excuses and barriers I put in my own way that kept me from actually enjoying making music.
Because of recent Life Events, I now have this big carpeted sunroom that I can actually dedicate to use as an office and music space, which is something I haven’t really had since fall of 2012. And for being in the middle of DC it feels like kind of a rare thing that I shouldn’t take for granted or fuck up, so, anyway, here it is. 
I also found my old high school orchestra folder that contains (among other things) the bass parts to a heavily religious Brahms piece, and “Ghost Riders In The Sky” because South Dakota. 

It’s been about a year since I was able to find the time, space, and mental energy to setup my piano and play the fucking thing for more than 20 minutes without getting depressed and self-conscious.

Last night I stayed up until about 2am to clean out the space so I could get rid of all the petty excuses and barriers I put in my own way that kept me from actually enjoying making music.

Because of recent Life Events, I now have this big carpeted sunroom that I can actually dedicate to use as an office and music space, which is something I haven’t really had since fall of 2012. And for being in the middle of DC it feels like kind of a rare thing that I shouldn’t take for granted or fuck up, so, anyway, here it is. 

I also found my old high school orchestra folder that contains (among other things) the bass parts to a heavily religious Brahms piece, and “Ghost Riders In The Sky” because South Dakota. 

hate:

typical:

parliamentarians:

Racism and ignorance clearly evident in our society, as experienced by my friend’s sister. This is what her potential dorm roommate, whom she had never met or talked to before, tweeted about her.
"Today I googled my last name and found this as one of the search results. Apparently, just by looking at my profile picture, I am Indian and I can barely speak english. This, my friends, is a prime example of racial profiling. I am an American citizen. I was born in Houston, Texas. My roots are not from India but from Africa. My parents are Algerian. I am Algerian American. English is my primary language and it is a struggle for me to speak my parent’s native tongue. My name is pronounced exactly as it is spelled. I wear a hijab (a head covering), and not a niqab ( a facial covering that excludes the eyes) though I do admire, respect, and find the beauty in all those who do choose to wear the niqab. But this girl is right, I probably would have had a heart attack living with a person who could not, and refused to, respect me and my beliefs. I can only thank God for an opening of a single room shortly after they assigned this roommate, way before I knew she had posted any of this. Alhamdullilah. I also thank God for being born in Houston, one of the most multicultural cities in the United States, and not experiencing racism like this everyday of my life. Sunday is my move in day and the start of my college career. This can be nothing but a good sign for the years to come, inshaAllah.  In conclusion, I urge everyone, please, don’t judge a person by their appearances. Racism exists in this nation because we continue to do so. We have to look beyond the covers of appearances and read the texts of their characters. Stand with me and ‪#‎stopracism‬.” -Roukaya Mabizari

She should be banned from life

this is so fucked up

hate:

typical:

parliamentarians:

Racism and ignorance clearly evident in our society, as experienced by my friend’s sister. This is what her potential dorm roommate, whom she had never met or talked to before, tweeted about her.

"Today I googled my last name and found this as one of the search results. Apparently, just by looking at my profile picture, I am Indian and I can barely speak english. This, my friends, is a prime example of racial profiling. I am an American citizen. I was born in Houston, Texas. My roots are not from India but from Africa. My parents are Algerian. I am Algerian American. English is my primary language and it is a struggle for me to speak my parent’s native tongue. My name is pronounced exactly as it is spelled. I wear a hijab (a head covering), and not a niqab ( a facial covering that excludes the eyes) though I do admire, respect, and find the beauty in all those who do choose to wear the niqab. But this girl is right, I probably would have had a heart attack living with a person who could not, and refused to, respect me and my beliefs. I can only thank God for an opening of a single room shortly after they assigned this roommate, way before I knew she had posted any of this. Alhamdullilah. I also thank God for being born in Houston, one of the most multicultural cities in the United States, and not experiencing racism like this everyday of my life.
Sunday is my move in day and the start of my college career. This can be nothing but a good sign for the years to come, inshaAllah.
In conclusion, I urge everyone, please, don’t judge a person by their appearances. Racism exists in this nation because we continue to do so. We have to look beyond the covers of appearances and read the texts of their characters. Stand with me and ‪#‎stopracism‬.”
-Roukaya Mabizari

She should be banned from life

this is so fucked up

The Nationals, from the lowest levels of the minors to the major league team, control some 200 players, the stars of the show. Yet they employ more than 1,100 people who never get an at-bat or throw a pitch, whose names are never known. Rank them in importance, top to bottom, and Rizzo — who constructs the roster and oversees the entire operation — would be up there, as would Williams, who runs the games. Not far behind, though, would be McDonald and Wallace, whose titles — vice president of clubhouse operations and team travel and clubhouse and equipment manager, respectively — seem nebulous. Their missions are all-encompassing and essential.

The Nationals employ more than 1,100 people who never get an at-bat or throw a pitch | The Washington Post

This is an absolutely marvelous piece of what infrastructure is hidden from view in a pro sports team. Phenomenal.

(via tbridge)

bill:

the year is 2046. no one has memed in 15 years since king obama the third make memeing illegal. in the dystopian suburbs of fort lauderdale, sixteen year-old Dogecoin de Grasse Sagan found a sexy fedora in an trash dumpster. he put it on and it made a sweet anime noise. he knew then he, was destined to bring memes back to this stupid idiot planet. he looked at the camera and goes “u mad, world?”