Brincadeira: a joke, a prank, a style of playing. There’s no American equivalent for it, but Gwen Oxenham tells the story of her experience of Brincadeira playing pro soccer in Brazil in XI Issue Two.
Brincadeira: a joke, a prank, a style of playing. There’s no American equivalent for it, but Gwen Oxenham tells the story of her experience of Brincadeira playing pro soccer in Brazil in XI Issue Two.
My Sister Paid Progressive Insurance to Defend Her Killer In Court
I’ve been sending out some impertinent tweets about Progressive Insurance lately, but I haven’t explained how they pissed me off. So I will do that here as succinctly as possible. There’s a general understanding that says, “insurance companies— oh they’re awful,” but since Progressive turned their shit hose on my late sister and my parents, I’ve learned some things that really surprised me.
I’ll try to cleave to the facts. On June 19, 2010, my sister was driving in Baltimore when her car was struck by another car and she was killed. The other driver had run a red light and hit my sister as she crossed the intersection on the green light.
This isn’t a story about me, but my dad. All of my life, whenever my dad does something right, he has always said enthusiastically “He shoots, he scores!” as was popular with basketball commentators a while back. He always said it fast and without pause between words, but I had never really taken note of this. One day, my mom hit a ball in while playing pool and she says “She shoots, she scores!” like my dad always does. That’s when suddenly he stops and just stares at her blankly for a good 20 - 30 seconds. He stops and says “I never realized that’s what I was saying, all this time I thought there was a famous basketball player named Heshutzki and everyone was saying ‘Heshutzki scores.” He says that phrase a lot less now.
– Reddit (via firenzeonfire)
BeataViscera Design: How NOT To Hire Talent For Your New Startup
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Now I’m starting to see a lot of hits from Facebook. Thank you to whoever linked this post there. Please keep trying to spread the word about Laurel London’s unethical practices.
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I see there are a lot of people coming here from the Etsy forums to read this post (Hi y’all)….
(via Doctor Who ‘s name in Circular Gallifreyan Fanart by PthaloAzul)
And it’s sold out. I’ll be making more, but thank you, geekymerch for helping it sell out so quickly :)
I still miss Utah mountains sometimes. They stop you dead—they really do. The first snow, every year, I’d walk out of my apartment, and the mountains would be at least a mile closer to me than usaul, looming over my head and ready to step all over me, my car, my house, my friends, my dog, and everything I held dear to me. But they didn’t. Instead they just looked. There’s something creepy and yet compelling about a mountain that’s so ready to eradicate you with it’s might and it’s strength but instead, it just looks. I really don’t know how to put it, but there were moments next to the mountains that I felt so incredibly small, that I wasn’t even registered on a map, or a census, or a timeline, or a universe. Like a Dr Whovian moment it was just me and that mountain in the crisp half-second before the sun would rise, and I realized what my 5 lackluster years in Utah was to a mountain and his 5 billion years. I realize that to a mountain, all of my everything is just a blink.
And that’s my top-of-my-head free write for today, everybody. I’m going to go back to computer scripting now.
howlsamesame: USA 12 a view from the road as we head onward towards Moab. I loved the tree like patterns of the snow mimicking the tree in the foreground and (at a pinch) the horizontals of the field and the rock strata. UTAH
(via the-rx)
sort of unrelated to what I usaully post on here, but I was feeling kinda rage-y today as I was scripting a website and this helped me feel better. Felt like spreading the love.
You know what I haven’t done for a while? Update my tumblr.
(Source: urhajos, via fixatedinsanity)
Once upon there was a little man with a ukelele. So he played Zelda theme songs with it. And he was really chill about it. The end. When I retire old and wrinkly I will go to the beach and be this man.
I keep hearting all these felt bangles but I never wear any bangles…maybe I’m ready for a bangle-change in my life. by gelly51 of queens, NY
This song is kind of addictive.
