A year ago, Pablo Pantoja was the GOP’s Latino outreach director in Florida. He stumped for Romney and told the New York Times: “Hispanics in the area are going to realize the Republican Party is where they belong.” Yesterday, he became a Democrat. How does that happen, exactly? I asked him. He had a lot to say.
When I was brought in here, I was explicitly told that the bloodletting had come to an end. I have enormous respect for the staff here and the work they have been doing, and I am not going to preside over further layoffs.
Will Bourne, editor of the Village Voice, explaining why he and his deputy, Jessica Lustig, walked off the job today. I had the privilege of meeting both of them recently, and know a few people that work in that newsroom. They struck me as ceaselessly talented, energetic, and positive. They were well on their way to making the Voice great again. I know they’ll be okay. I hope the rest of my friends will be, too.
Yesterday, Isaac Fitzgerald announced that on May 1 he is leaving The Rumpus after four years as managing editor, and will be assuming the position of publicity director for McSweeney’s.
This is wonderful news and I couldn’t be happier for him. He deserves all the best things. He will also be…
Fuckin’ ay. Isaac is a wonderful tatted liquored man of letters, and I can’t wait to toss one back with him at the next AWP.
Reblogged from Roxane Gay is Spelled With One "N"
But the real story is not how the news got it wrong—there’s been plenty of that since Monday. It’s how, mere hours later after telling a bullshit story, the news simply told a new story and expunged the previous one from its memory. Real-time accuracy isn’t always possible in journalism. But no one can call himself a journalist if he can’t acknowledge in the present what he got wrong in the past.
Gawker: Everybody Named the Wrong Boston Suspects Last Night and Promptly Forgot.
Pray for Boston.
(photo: John Tlumacki)
A man in Afghanistan once told me that a third of this planet eats with spoons and forks, and a third of the planet eats with chopsticks, and a third eats with their fingers. And they’re all just as civilized as one another.
Rick Steves, Salon, 2009
A year ago, Tumblr did something unprecedented — we created an editorial team of experienced journalists and editors assigned to cover Tumblr as a living, breathing community. The team’s mandate was to tell the stories of Tumblr creators in a truly thoughtful way — focusing on the people, their…
America. Because we know how to reward a smashing success.
Reblogged from Tumblr Staff
Equally appropriate at ominous interfaith Hamptons weddings and Division II football games in Virginia horse country, Pulitzer’s designs were light zephyrs that wafted stately debauchery. They paired well with Veuve Clicquot and anything that fits into a Duke coozie.
— Lilly Pulitzer Dies; WASP Housewives Everywhere Run to Hoard Floral-Pattern Sun Hats
Okay, God, you can take me home now.
I’ll never forget how, many years ago, after another approach had failed to give relief, Matthew said ‘Dad, I know I’m going to heaven. Why can’t I just die and end this pain?’
Megachurch pastor and Christianity franchiser extraordinaire Rick Warren, recalling his 27-year-old son Matthew, who committed suicide Friday at the family’s home.
Yes, we’re supposed to be solemn and respectful at a moment of loss such as this. But judging from the *press statement Warren’s Saddleback Church put out about his son’s suicide and longstanding depression*, and speaking as a past sufferer of existential depression, there seems to be no acknowledgment on Rick’s part that maybe, just maybe, his lifelong evangelism promoting a Christian cosmological narrative of love and everlasting life, juxtaposed with a clear inability to connect with his son on the most basic of loving levels, might have further screwed Matthew up and made self-oblivion seem an attractive choice.
As evinced in the quote above. I hear a troubled young man asking for help squaring his upbringing and dogmatic beliefs with what he feels so acutely and painfully. I’m not sure what Rick feels, but given the context in which he offered this anecdote, it seems less like a mea culpa or an introspective “what-if” than a supremely craven impulse to deny any responsibility: “Oh, you know, he was a tortured soul with a death wish, what can you do, anyway he’s in a better place now.”
This, from a man made millionaire many times over for penning a book titled “The Purpose-Driven Life.”
Rick, I’m truly sorry for your loss. I truly wonder whether *you* are.
Stop.
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Adam Weinstein. Writer. Editor. Social mediaite.
I started the Mother Jones Tumblr and finished your mother's pot roast.
I started the Mother Jones Tumblr and finished your mother's pot roast.
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