January112013
shallowsocialistheart: This one is for @ladysnarksalot

shallowsocialistheart: This one is for @ladysnarksalot

4PM
shallowsocialistheart: Inspired by all the women who are trying to educate Doug Saunders on rape culture. Commissioned by @rachelmack

shallowsocialistheart: Inspired by all the women who are trying to educate Doug Saunders on rape culture. Commissioned by @rachelmack

4PM
edithwithgooglyeyes:


Good Heavens!
A funny thing happened today. Daisy was in my room starting the fire when suddenly cousin- err… brother-in-law, Matthew burst into the room to wake me. He came to tell me I had gone viral!
I screamed in horror at the ghastly prospect! With the Spanish flu being only a recent terror, I panicked and crammed the whole mattress into the fireplace! Daisy ran away instantly (lest Carson find her in the room while this occurred). Matthew just laughed at my hysteria. He then explained to me that “viral” is simply a term for when one’s reputation spreads rapidly, much LIKE a disease. I was positively embarrassed. I’m just happy Sir Anthony wasn’t there to see me.

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edithwithgooglyeyes:

Good Heavens!

A funny thing happened today. Daisy was in my room starting the fire when suddenly cousin- err… brother-in-law, Matthew burst into the room to wake me. He came to tell me I had gone viral!

I screamed in horror at the ghastly prospect! With the Spanish flu being only a recent terror, I panicked and crammed the whole mattress into the fireplace! Daisy ran away instantly (lest Carson find her in the room while this occurred). Matthew just laughed at my hysteria. He then explained to me that “viral” is simply a term for when one’s reputation spreads rapidly, much LIKE a disease. I was positively embarrassed. I’m just happy Sir Anthony wasn’t there to see me.

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December142012
December132012

uchicagoadmissions:

Indiana Jones Mystery Package

We don’t really even know how to start this post. Yesterday we received a package addressed to “Henry Walton Jones, Jr.”. We sort-of shrugged it off and put it in our bin of mail for student workers to sort and deliver to the right faculty member— we get the wrong mail a lot.

Little did we know what we were looking at. When our student mail worker snapped out of his finals-tired haze and realized who Dr. Jones was, we were sort of in luck: this package wasn’t meant for a random professor in the Stat department. It is addressed to “Indiana” Jones.

What we know: The package contained an incredibly detailed replica of “University of Chicago Professor” Abner Ravenwood’s journal from Indiana Jones and the Raiders of the Lost Ark. It looks only sort of like this one, but almost exactly like this one, so much so that we thought it might have been the one that was for sale on Ebay had we not seen some telling inconsistencies in cover color and “Ex Libris” page (and distinct lack of sword). The book itself is a bit dusty, and the cover is teal fabric with a red velvet spine, with weathered inserts and many postcards/pictures of Marion Ravenwood (and some cool old replica money) included. It’s clear that it is mostly, but not completely handmade, as although the included paper is weathered all of the “handwriting” and calligraphy lacks the telltale pressure marks of actual handwriting. 

What we don’t know: Why this came to us. The package does not actually have real stamps on it— the outside of the package was crinkly and dirty as if it came through the mail, but the stamps themselves are pasted on and look like they have been photocopied. There is no US postage on the package, but we did receive it in a bin of mail, and it is addressed to the physical address of our building, Rosenwald Hall, which has a distinctly different address from any other buildings where it might be appropriate to send it (Haskell Hall or the Oriental Institute Museum). However, although now home to the Econ department and College Admissions, Rosenwald Hall used to be the home to our departments of geology and geography

If you’re an applicant and sent this to us: Why? How? Did you make it? Why so awesome? If you’re a member of the University community and this belongs to you or you’ve gotten one like it before, PLEASE tell us how you acquired it, and whether or not yours came with a description— or if we’re making a big deal out of the fact that you accidentally slipped a gift for a friend in to the inter-university mail system. If you are an Indiana Jones enthusiast and have any idea who may have sent this to us or who made it, let us know that, too. 

We know this sounds like a joke/hoax… it’s not (at least, from our end).  Any hints, ideas, thoughts, or explanations are appreciated. We’ve been completely baffled as to why this was sent to us, in mostly a good way, but it’s clear this is a neat thing that either belongs somewhere else— or belongs in the halls of UChicago admissions history.

Internet: help us out. If you’re on Reddit (we’re not) or any other nerdly social media sites where we might get information about this, feel free to post far and wide and e-mail any answers, clues, ideas, thoughts, or musings to indianajonesjournal@uchicago.edu  (yes, we did set up an email account just to deal with this thing). 

November282012
October92012

markcoatney:

sarahchristine:

howto-kissdistinctly-american:

meow-sense:

Ladies and Gentlemen, the Prime Minister of Australia kicking ass and taking names (mostly Tony Abbott’s). [x]

hot damn. 

Honestly, Americans would watch the hell out of CSPAN if our Congress was an actual deliberative body…

(Source: splintmail)

October12012

So tell me. How far can I walk on my own at night? How many metres, exactly, can I walk unaccompanied without having to fear for my life?

How many drinks am I, an adult woman, allowed to have after work on Friday night before being dismissed as a “party girl” or “asking for it”? How high can my heels be, and how short a skirt can I wear, before being implicated in any crime against me? And, just so that I’m clear, how many metres can I walk to get myself home?

And if something happened to me, how harshly would I be judged? If I vanished on that walk to my front door, what would you have to say about me? Would I be tut-tutted at for not accepting the offer of an escort home? Would idiots take to Facebook to admonish me for supposedly leading some guy on?

Would do-gooders and commentators and Twitterati-types take my parents to task for not raising me to act sensibly? Would they lambast my friends and lovers for not taking adequate care of me? Would everyone in my life suffer because I exceeded my allocated metres of solo walking?

Would every media outlet in the country view my disappearance as an opportunity to point out that, as it happens, women have more to fear in our world than men?

Would you, quietly, at the back of your mind, think that if I’d just stayed home with my partner, like a good wife and woman, none of this would have happened to me?

Are you just looking for one big, smug fucking excuse to say that you told me so?

And just so that we’re absolutely fucking clear, how many metres am I allowed to walk on my own at night?

http://itotallyhaveablog.wordpress.com (via neophytical)

(via staceymayfowles)

July162012
July122012
kittenstache: Alfie & Milo

kittenstache: Alfie & Milo

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