"The Cocos Fire exploded near homes in San Marcos on May 15, 2014, sending a tornado of flames into the air. (Credit: KSWB)"
I left tornadoes in Kansas. Now California has fire tornadoes. Soon there’ll be Nickelback Hurricanes.
Happy Treester - inspired by the 4:20pm UCB LA show.
My students be like…
Dumb Starbucks. Art, free stuff, Los Feliz. Everyone should love all of the above.
Just defining my neighborhood on random bread and breakfast websites. The ushe. #losfeliz
Whether these people know what the sign says or not, these photos highlight something crazy happening in the world right now.
The bombing in Boston has been a shock of anger and sadness for many in America, but from half-way across the world people can empathize. We forget that what happened on Monday happens constantly in other parts of the world, and that those far off people aren’t too different from us when it comes to understanding pain.
Whether its empathy or a gimmick, I appreciate how these photos bridge a gap that many people didn’t even know existed.
Instead of pointing out how spoiled we are in America for not knowing the daily fear of bombings, we should strive to help make everywhere as spoiled as us.
What’s great about this country is that America started the tradition where the richest consumers buy essentially the same thing as the poorest. You can be watching tv and see Coca-Cola, and you can know that the President drinks Coke, Liz Taylor drinks Coke, and just think, you can drink Coke too. A Coke is a Coke and no amount of money can get you a better Coke than then one the bum on the corner is drinking. All the Cokes are the same and all the Cokes are good. Liz Taylor knows it, the President knows it, the bum knows it, and you know it. - Andy Warhol
Andy quit giving them ideas or they might ruin the American Dream. #message
There is one day that is ours. Thanksgiving Day is the one day that is purely American.
- O. Henry
Happy Thanksgiving everyone!
Have some J.C.Leyendecker!
That’s really hot.
Wednesday: Wait. We cannot break bread with you. You have taken the land which is rightfully ours. Years from now, my people will be forced to live in mobile homes on reservations. Your people will wear cardigans and drink highballs. We will sell our bracelets by the roadsides. You will play golf and enjoy hot hors d’oeuvres. My people will have pain and degradation. Your people will have stick shifts. The gods of my tribe have spoken. They have said, “Do not trust the pilgrims, especially Sarah Miller.” And for all these reasons. I have decided to scalp you and burn your village to the ground.