"Your intelligence doesn’t override your desire to destroy yourself."
"So much for having an identity, huh?" - Ken from maintenance on the fact that my co-workers keep calling me Melissa.
my name is not melissa
(Me during the final 8 seconds of the game today)
NFL Regular Season Week 2
Today was tough, we watched the first half at home and Matt’s parents called to say they were going to have to put the family dog down. We went to watch the second half in a bar, hoping to not have to think about the dog so much, I guess, and things tanked fast, both emotionally and football-wise. It’s not Joe Haden’s fault that Jimmy Graham is 2 feet taller than he is, but it was still tough to watch.
One of the TVs was on that NFL channel that shows tiny versions of all the current games and the NFL feed was just a few seconds ahead of the local network. It was so hard not to watch the TV broadcasting from the future, to sneak a peak at future third down plays.
But somehow things worked out. Dansby got a crucial sack, Austin had an amazing last-second catch, & my dude, Billy, scored a game-winning field goal. Even though I don’t actually believe in stats, I kept saying, “I told you the Saints were bad on grass!”
There is something special about being out when the Browns win. The immediate camaraderie of strangers. I feel so threatened by men when the Browns are losing, but when they’re winning? It’s like nothing bad can happen. My dad was at the game today and even though it sounds dumb, I’m always so happy when he can be there to see a win. I’m even happier that he was there to see their first winning home opener in 10 years.
On the way home we saw a converted fire truck painted orange with a giant Browns helmet on top and a huge dog house on the back. We rolled down all of our windows and honked and waved and screamed and they did the same back.
Silhouettes in the Hall of Biodiversity, beautifully captured by @jnsilva for #InsideAMNH.
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I love the Hall of Biodiversity at AMNH so much. Whenever I’m stuck in meetings about the “New Museum,” the feeling I get walking through this space is always what I’m trying to capture.
If [redacted] ever asks you to help open a bottle of artificial skunk smell, do not offer your help. She didn’t say the thing would spritz like a dizzy coke can.
weird work email
For the remainder of today… you might wanna stay out of my way. I’m just saying… ;-)
"Shame on all of us. Shame on us that we need to actually see the video tape of Janay Rice getting knocked unconscious to actually realize that violence against women took place in that elevator. Shame on the Ravens for treating violence against women like an exercise in public relations. Shame on the NFL for being so untrustworthy - whether we’re talking about concussions, players health, and now violence against women - that nobody in their right mind should believe them when they say that they haven’t seen this tape before. But most important, shame on all of us for not actually thinking about Janay Rice at this moment in particular and what it’s doing to her that this video tape is now being released and re-released. We were all very upset with good reason about celebrities having their photos hacked and their nudes out there, and what it means to click on those videos, I’m just wondering, if everybody clicking on this video tape, how does that serve the interests of Janay Rice in this very difficult time in her life?"
Dave Zirin, on The Reid Report just now (via mar-see-ah