This is exactly along the lines of how I always imagined it would go down. A phone making that annoying emergency-alert sound, someone else’s first, then someone else’s again, then mine, reading it and trying to understand it, then trying to decide where to go and whom to text and whom to call, and realizing that everything is about to end and I am unlikely to see any one of those people again.

I’m glad I don’t live in Hawaii and didn’t have to go through this yesterday morning.

lovinghk:

In Hong Kong, young activist steps forward to lead democracy movement

(source: pri.org | 12 jan 2018) Having seen a court disqualify her friend from holding a seat in Hong Kong’s legislature, 21-year-old Agnes Chow stands ready to step into the breach by contesting his seat for a pro-democracy movement that has provoked China’s wrath.

“We can’t afford to be scared,” said the soft-spoken university student, who will announce her candidacy on Saturday.“People think if they don’t touch politics they will be fine but this is not the case anymore,” Chow told Reuters, referring to what she perceived as creeping interference by Beijing’s Communist Party rulers in the city’s freedoms.

These people are incredibly brave

What? My subway station actually has a guitar/percussion duo playing in it? They must be lost, but their Explosions In the Sky covers were pretty good and I gave them money. This was probably an accident but it must be encouraged.

Just so I wouldn’t feel too giddy about the morning, the person sitting next to me is loudly clipping her fingernails. Click! Click! I watch carefully to make sure that none of her epithelium lands on me as it whizzes by.

I notice that the woman standing above is doing the same. Our eyes meet for a fraction of a second, and we both shake our heads, understandingly.

Note for the future self: when they say, “accident” at the d.c. , it could mean two things, not one.

So, explore carefully the wet biohazardous garment that came sealed in a ziploc bag, and pay more than passing attention to its contents – do not just toss it in the washer with the rest of the laundry.

The few extra seconds of a moderately unpleasant task can save you from hours of a VERY unpleasant task, and despair when you realize that all your clothes unfortunate enough to share the unlucky wash are probably going to smell like this forever, and midnight apartmenttherapy searches on how to thoroughly clean a washer.

I sense the world might be more dreamlike, metaphorical, and poetic than we currently believe—but just as irrational as sympathetic magic when looked at in a typically scientific way. I wouldn’t be surprised if poetry—poetry in the broadest sense, in the sense of a world filled with metaphor, rhyme, and recurring patterns, shapes, and designs—is how the world works. The world isn’t logical, it’s a song.

David Byrne in Bicycle Diaries (via blissninnie)