Liberal Debutante

Okay, now for a bit of a blog round-up of awesomeness.

I’m not gonna lie, I’m not a HUGE fan of 3QD, but Azra puts up this post that I thought was pretty interesting. I think the thing I don’t like the most about 3QD is the huge lack of personal opinion. But whateves.

You are a tree is right up there on my ‘new favorite blogs’ list. The Nerd Test looked fun, then I regreted taking it.

Oh dear.

At good math bad math there is a post that I’ve been waiting for forever. I was talking to someone about the logic of numbers and the reasoning behind their positions and stuff, and now I finally have someone a lot more coherent than me helping.

I’d like to go out for drinks with Shelly. She’s humorous. Especially in this post about African Orphans being the new cool accessory.

The previous paragraph was meant to be sarcastic—however the media,
and several adoption activists, genuinely seem to feel that the
motivation behind celebrity adoptions is positive PR. This is
ridiculous. Although I am no starry-eyed celeb fanatic, I can admire
their desire to share an immense fortune with those less fortunate, and
to adopt a child who would face a miserable, and likely short, life
without intervention.

hardy har is a very serious way. Its so scary that its true though. …Everyone wants one.

I really like this peice at Subversive Inc. So much that I’ll post it here.

fragmentations of a feminist

   

sometimes you’ll find her
waving posterboard into
whips of wind,
sharpy letters smooth
precision cut, inked with
pink glitter and moon stars
signs signifying, mouths chanting
my body, my choice
take back the night
out of the kitchens and into the streets
or
until the violence stops

sometimes,
she kneads bread in a blistering kitchen,
yeast and steam rising
like hot sidewalks breathe after cool rains.
she wears that old denim mini skirt
that makes love to her hips like saran wrap
and stiletto heels
the black ones–
because when the flour makes paste
near the edge of her ankle
her lips curve like
she’s keeping secrets.

sometimes,
she studies the women like she studied men
in those naïve days–those
fools drunk on power
and pretense
chasing phalluses with spatulas
melted around the edges,
and bobby pins made shiny
with aerosol cans.

sometimes,
wrists red,
thighs spread or sewn
with purple tape to match
the next morning’s bruises.

How are earthquakes related? I could tell you - but then you’d just know even less. So go here to read an intelligent description of it.

UTI has a new front pager. I dont know if I like him yet. one post isn’t enough to decide. But, I will welcome him anyway.

Elron started a new online mag that he’s asked me to contribute to. I said sure. So… uh yeah. Go here to see it yo! Its got a bit more a serious attitude than my blog but most do.