A sunflower grows in Queens (Taken with Instagram)
A sunflower grows in Queens (Taken with Instagram)
Epic #cloudporn #nofilter (Taken with Instagram at Staten Island Ferry Boat - Alice Austen)
Gymnastics is a sport that makes glossy insta-celebrities out of broad-shouldered workhorses, as jarring a concept as putting glitter and fake eyelashes on the world’s most dogged athletes. Something about it feels absurd, though the part that makes heroes out of teenage girls feels absolutely essential.
What’s left of my beautiful going away flowers from @lisa_brenner @busblog and @hfox16 (Taken with Instagram)
Movie screen superheroes never die. But there were superheroes present in a darkened movie theater at the Town Center at Aurora mall, and some of them did die.
The useless days will add up to something.
How does one argue with someone convinced that the routine massacre of our children is the price we must pay for our freedom to have guns, or rather to have guns that make us feel free?
Life is about the people you meet, and the things you create with them.
Tennis, more than any other professional sport, seems to amplify the pain of losing. When a tennis player loses a match, he or she must face the pain all alone.
Los Angeles, despite being sunny, pleasant, and unique, remains a punchline to the 290 million Americans who don’t reside here, even other Californians
The best illegal neighborhood fireworks show ever (Taken with Instagram at Echo Park)
I can’t help but wonder whether all this histrionic exhaustion isn’t a way of covering up the fact that most of what we do doesn’t matter.
For all of public radio’s successes, the part of our mission we’ve always neglected the most is innovation.
It is full of itself, this Internet. It thinks it is right, defeating evil, wearing its superhero cape, looking in a mirror and preening. Maybe sometimes it is right, but that’s not the point.
If any part of journalism is dying, it’s the part that believes it has an inherent right to live.
