In 2002, having spent more than three years in one residence for the first time in my life, I got called for jury duty. I show up on time, ready to serve. When we get to the voir dire, the lawyer says to me, “I see you’re an astrophysicist. What’s that?” I answer, “Astrophysics is the laws of physics, applied to the universe—the Big Bang, black holes, that sort of thing.” Then he asks, “What do you teach at Princeton?” and I say, “I teach a class on the evaluation of evidence and the relative unreliability of eyewitness testimony.” Five minutes later, I’m on the street.

A few years later, jury duty again. The judge states that the defendant is charged with possession of 1,700 milligrams of cocaine. It was found on his body, he was arrested, and he is now on trial. This time, after the Q&A is over, the judge asks us whether there are any questions we’d like to ask the court, and I say, “Yes, Your Honor. Why did you say he was in possession of 1,700 milligrams of cocaine? That equals 1.7 grams. The ‘thousand’ cancels with the ‘milli-’ and you get 1.7 grams, which is less than the weight of a dime.” Again I’m out on the street.

Neil deGrasse Tyson (via sarasleepygirl)

They don’t want smart people on the jury.

They want people they can dupe into a guilty verdict, especially for poc

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broadlybrazen:

What Would You Do? (x)

booasaur:  

yeah, same. and I really appreciate that the guy himself says “That wasn’t heroic. That was just…being a person.”

when we think minimum decency is extraordinary, that’s a sad commentary on our state of affairs.

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Getting to the end of your thesis, which you’ve developed an abject hatred for, only to suddenly spark an idea for an incredible new research project and start the self-loathing all over again.

Redemption and Exchange, you’re next, I’m coming for ya.

When I feel my suffering there is no suffering, when I avoid my suffering there is suffering.
The conditions of ordinary life… are conditions of the attrition or the wearing out of the subject, and the irony that the labour of reproducing life in the contemporary world is also the activity of being worn out by it has specific implications for thinking about the ordinariness of suffering, the violence of normativity, and the “technologies of patience” that enable a concept of the later to suspend questions about the cruelty of the now
Lauren Berlan - Cruel Optimism (2011)
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When I’m concentrating really hard my face goes really red. I think it’s because I forget to breathe.

Cliteracy - “The ability to navigate the clitoris based on an understanding that is fundamental to the female organ.”

It’s so hard to forget pain, but it’s even harder to remember sweetness. We have no scar to show for happiness. We learn so little from peace
Chuck Plahniuk (via erickmjt)

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It’s raining and that’s a good. thing. 

It’s raining and that’s a good. thing. 

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bowtied:

mcroosa:

Mommy teaching babby easier water drinking way because drinking water is hard experience u get it in your nose. Jesus how she puts her paw on his head in the second one. Such concern and love.

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No snowflake ever feels responsible for the avalanche.
Actuality is when the lighthouse is dark between flashes: it is the instant between the ticks of the watch: it is a void interval slipping forever through time: the rupture between past and future: the gap at the poles of the revolving magnetic field, infinitesimally small but ultimately real. It is the interchronic pause when nothing is happening. It is the void between events.
George Kubler 
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