Two Metro North commuter trains crash, reports of injuries: At least 20-25 people have been injured after two Metro North trains crashed outside of Bridgeport, Ct., the Associated Press reports via its Twitter account. (No fatalities have been reported, however.) The heavily-trafficked train route, between New York City and New Haven, Ct., has been suspended for the time being. (photo via NBC Connecticut)
Whoa, I heard about this over the intercom at Penn Station coming home to Jersey tonight.
Am listening to Bill Evans Spotify Radio and making my slow way through the Pocket queue in bed and all is wonderful.
Community on tumblr is founded on aesthetic affinities. The unfolding of a tumblr blog, the eternal scroll (I can’t stand tumblrs with pages, it’s a bizarre form of skeuomorphism, just don’t do it) is something that is absolutely iconic and singular to the tumblr aesthetic.
The kind of unfolding that the infinite scroll allows creates a stream of unrelated/semi-related/interrelated yet representative images all in succession that reflect the aesthetic identity of the tumblr user. If you Follow them, then you are incorporating elements of their aesthetic into your own. Tumblr is for gazing, for affirmative pleasures. I’m assuming most people don’t follow tumblrs that piss them off – that’s what your friends from back home on Facebook are for.
”ArtSlant - What is tumblr Art?
Attention: For those of you lucky enough to be in the Bay Area tomorrow, our own Annie Werner will be leading a panel on all sorts of arts and stuff.
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East Village, Manhattan. $700.00
(Loft Bed Above Closet in Kitchen)
This one’s actually not that bad…
Every semester, 10-15 people find their way into my email inbox, asking for their picture, quote, article, etc. to be taken off theDP.com. They either no longer stand by what they said or suddenly realize (usually 3-4 months after the fact, I’m not sure why there’s such a lag between publication date and takedown request date…) that employers might see what they said.
It’s frustrating when people use “reasons” like, “My parents are on my case about this…” or “This might prevent me from getting my dream job,” because no — expressing an opinion will not prevent you from landing a job, unless you are going into politics or media or a cause-based organization that stands directly against what you said, in which case you probably shouldn’t be working there in the first place.
Additionally, there’s something about trying to hide your actions because employers might disapprove — you weren’t quoted saying you love committing crimes or hate the company you plan on working for…
That said, I’ve also thought about this from an internet privacy/citizens’ right perspective — if someone demands that their internet presence be erased, is that part of their right as a private citizen?
SING IN THE RAIN ROOM
Skip through a rain storm without getting wet at the MoMA’s “Rain Room,” which opened this past Sunday. Leave the umbrellas and raincoats home because the water stops falling in areas where people are detected. While meteorologists can’t quite control the weather yet, this interactive exhibit explores the ways science, technology, and ingenuity can help stabilize the environment. However, in order for the technology to work best, the MoMA discourages wearing super-thin stilettos, reflective gear, or rain slickers, and like all computerized systems, there is always the potential for a rogue raindrop.
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wow cool, adding it to my to-do list post-finals
A blog about trying to find affordable housing in New York City.
One might think that this is an exaggeration. But I remember checking out an apartment in Chinatown years ago and I was just dumbfounded for how little you get for so how much you pay. These images may be the worst of the worst but it’s not far from the truth.
FJP: Eeeek. Filed under “what Tumblr is good for”.
The other day I woke up in a different room, to the sound of rain washing down the leaves and gravel outside the second floor window. The rain was in the little alleyway between this house and the next. I don’t know, it was kind of the most beautiful thing I had heard (and imagined) in a while.
I know they meant it lovingly, but I legitimately never want to leave the bed I’m in right now. On that note, someone bring me ice cream. I am going to die here alone without ice cream and that sucks.