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I am Sam, a nice young man with good intentions. I blog here, sometimes. E-mail me at sam at samcohen dot org.
What an incredible, haunting version of Billie Holiday’s song by Nina Simone. Something I didn’t know until this morning: The man who wrote this song, Lewis Allen, adopted Julius and Ethal Rosenberg’s two sons after they were executed.
Related: I could listen to Nina Simone read the phone book. All. Day. Long.
I like getting Google Alerts for my name because every once in a while, a gem appears.
"The person who wrote the advertisements is without doubt the most ignorant person now alive on the planet; also without doubt he is an idiot, an idiot of the 33rd degree, and scion of an ancestral procession of idiots stretching back to the Missing Link"
Supposedly from the upcoming Tron soundtrack. If it’s a fake, it’s still damn good. Put on them headphones and ride your light cycle or something.
Unfortunately, not from The Onion.
Something that’s always jumped out at me about Facebook is their flippant attitude/blatant misleading towards privacy. “You have none, get over it” seems to be the attitude. These are indicators of a company that doesn’t care about privacy or security. The whole Terms of Service charade of a few months ago was a total joke.
Use the slider at the bottom. Nature is awesome.
"Although one doesn’t really dine at Subway, but just orders bland mediocrity in 6 inch or foot long varieties"
I link because I made this exact same mistake today as well. See also: the failure pile in a sadness bowl.
