1. radtracks:

    everything is awesome // tegan and sara feat. the lonely island

    have you heard the news, everyone’s talking
    life is good cause everything’s awesome
    lost my job, it’s a new opportunity
    more free time for my awesome community

    (via sharkansas)

  3. discardingimages:

    labyrinth of the Minotaur

    Lambert of Saint-Omer, Liber Floridus, Saint-Omer 1121.

    Universiteitsbibliotheek Gent, Hs. 92, fol. 20r

    (via peakcapitolism)

  4. animationsmears:

    "SpongeBob SquarePants - SpongeBob Meets the Strangler" (2004)


    (via tinypantsbishounen)

  6. robbonp:

    ive found him

    (via exeggcute)


  8. thebicker:

    A woman called 911 for an ambulance because she was worried that her 43-year-old fiance Jack Lamar Roberson was having complications with his diabetes. Instead, a police car showed up, and the officers walked inside and shot him four times. Roberson was unarmed and had his hands in the air when he was shot. His whole family - including his 8-year-old daughter - saw it happen.

    Last year, the same county police force was responsible for the shooting of a 26-year-old unarmed black man. All officers are on administrative leave pending an investigation.


  9. "

    Early in my freshman year, my dad asked me if there were lots of Latinos at school. I wanted to say, “Pa, I’m one of the only Latinos in most of my classes. The other brown faces I see mostly are the landscapers’. I think of you when I see them sweating in the morning sun. I remember you were a landscaper when you first came to Illinois in the 1950s. And look, Pa! Now I’m in college!”

    But I didn’t.

    I just said, “No, Pa. There’s a few Latinos, mostly Puerto Rican, few Mexicans. But all the landscapers are Mexican.”

    My dad responded, “¡Salúdelos, m’ijo!”

    So when I walked by the Mexican men landscaping each morning, I said, “Buenos días.”

    Recently, I realized what my dad really meant. I remembered learning the Mexican, or Latin American, tradition of greeting people when one enters a room. In my Mexican family, my parents taught me to be “bien educado” by greeting people who were in a room already when I entered. The tradition puts the responsibility of the person who arrives to greet those already there. If I didn’t follow the rule as a kid, my parents admonished me with a back handed slap on my back and the not-so-subtle hint: “¡Saluda!”

    I caught myself tapping my 8-year-old son’s back the other day when he didn’t greet one of our friends: “Adrian! ¡Saluda!”

    However, many of my white colleagues over the years followed a different tradition of ignorance. “Maleducados,” ol’ school Mexican grandmothers would call them.

    But this Mexican tradition is not about the greeting—it’s about the acknowledgment. Greeting people when you enter a room is about acknowledging other people’s presence and showing them that you don’t consider yourself superior to them.

    When I thought back to the conversation between my dad and me in 1990, I realized that my dad was not ordering me to greet the Mexican landscapers with a “Good morning.”

    Instead, my father wanted me to acknowledge them, to always acknowledge people who work with their hands like he had done as a farm worker, a landscaper, a mechanic. My father with a 3rd grade education wanted me to work with my mind but never wanted me to think myself superior because I earned a college degree and others didn’t.