Aggies fighting the power! I couldn’t be more proud of Davis students and all my friends (included Mo in this video!) . I’m there with you in good conscience, heart, mind and soul!
I saw this exhibit at the National Building Museum last weekend. It was beautiful and terribly sad at the same time.Lights in homes illuminate the barrios of Caracas, Venezuela, at dusk. (FP)
At breakfast, where, hoping to avoid attention, he tried to conceal from his fellow diners that he was pouring beer over his Wheaties, he said to himself, ‘Yikes.’
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I don’t even know what to say, let alone what to do. All I know is, this is best possible distraction from my twenty five page research paper.“I DON’T KNOW WHAT THAT MEANS.”
Spiced caramels and peppermint sticks? Can it be Christian holiday season time already so I can make these in my mummy’s beautiful kitchen, only to mess it up and have her yell at me?
Caught between state funding cuts and rowdy student protests, a key committee of the University of California’s Board of Regents on Wednesday reluctantly approved a two-step student fee increase that would raise undergraduate education costs more than $2,500, or 32%, by next fall. If the action is endorsed as expected by the full board today, the annual cost of a UC education, not including campus-based fees, would rise to $10,302 — about triple the UC costs of a decade ago. (LA Times)
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Local Natives “World News”, I saw these guys play last night at the Black Cat, along with Afro-pop, quite quirky Fool’s Gold and Edward Sharpe and the Magnetic Zeros, who I still don’t really know how to feel about. And definitely not by coincidence, my best friend’s boyfriend is the drummer of Local Natives, who deserves a big shout-out and internet hug for getting Mel and I on the list so last minute. Thanks Matt!
To her mind, Sunday was where God kept his woolly slippers. It was a day with a dull edge that no amount of recreation could hone…Sunday, a wan, stiff shadow of Saturday. Sunday, the day divorced fathers with “visitation” rights take their children to the zoo. Sunday, forced leisure for folks who have no aptitude for leisure. Sunday, when the hangover knows no bounds. Sunday, the day the boyfriend didn’t come to the hospital. Sunday, an overfed white cat mewing hymns and farting footballs
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