The two biggest liars of all time: the internet and the devil.
The two biggest liars of all time: the internet and the devil.
For the record, I am insanely proud of and happy for Matthew McConaughey! His speech at the 2014 Oscars was incredibly moving and simply put: awesome. I absolutely love his eloquence, passion, laid-back nature, and his boldness to thank God above all! Beyond that, even more than just his drastic and ultimately unhealthy weight loss for Dallas Buyers Club, he is a man deserving of the Academy Award for Best Actor on his talent alone. People often overlook the great work he’s done over the years as if he’s only ever made mostly mediocre Rom-Coms. While he may be better known for the latter genre his best and most interesting work has always been the drama. I have always preferred him there, even as a child.
Long before the onset of his career shift with 2011’s The Lincoln Lawyer, his work in Frailty ( a cult classic), Amistad (Oscar-nominated inspired by true events), The Newton Boys (based on a true story), Two for the Money, and most especially A Time to Kill (based on the John Grisham novel) moved me inexplicably. And of course, I am not naive enough to think that my interest in him as an actor stems solely from his ability; the man is an ace with a face and body! He’s gorgeous. Duh! But in the company of other such skilled and worthy men at this year’s Oscars, I truly feel that he is a humble, hardworking, talented, and kind spirit most deserving of the win.
How cute are he and his wife?
And a big congratulations to all the Oscar winners throughout the industry in front of and behind the camera, including Cate Blanchett, Lupita Nyong’o, and Jared Leto!
I have been through segregation, integration and revitalization, and I am still here.
"Much has changed in the 60 years since Doc Muse first opened the doors of the Green Valley Pharmacy in Arlington County.
Back then, Northern Virginia pharmacies sent African American customers to the back door for their orders and purchases, he recalled. But Muse’s store, opened in 1952 in the heart of the black community of Nauck, treated those same customers with respect. Over time, the pharmacy would become known as the shop where you could get a fair deal and, when necessary, a little help.
The pharmacy was recently named a local historic landmark, and Muse was recognized as an example of “the triumph of the spirit and the indomitable will of one man.””
Dr. Leonard Muse has been serving the black community in Arlington Virginia since 1952. He is the oldest pharmacist in the state at 90 and a WW2 veteran. He and a business partner, Waverly Jones, opened Green Valley in 1952 when they realized no existing pharmacy in the county would serve or treat African-Americans properly. Dr. Muse became the sole proprietor of the store in 1955. Even today, the doc is sharp as knife and always active around the store.
Doc has always stood in the background of his community supporting locals in their times of need. Today, the pharmacy is busy as ever while also serving as a popular meeting ground for the neighborhood.
What an awesome inspiration. For us, Black history isn’t a month, it’s everyday. We live it, we make it.
Black Actresses: Part I
Oprah Winfrey | Octavia Spencer | Gina Torres | Lupita Nyong’o | Viola Davis | Lynn Whitfield | Rochelle Aytes | Halle Berry | Gibourey Sidibe | Kerry Washington | Tracee Ellis-Ross | Amber Riley | Thandie Newton | Nicole Beharie | Kandyse McClure | Sanaa Lathan | Joy Bryant | Jurnee Smollett
This list goes on. There are many of us, yet our representation in film, especially the mainstream, is still not nearly where it should be. If only the quality and quantity of our roles matched our beauty and talent. My hats off to these successful women who have made a made a name for themselves and continue to open doors for more of us to step through.
After my sister passed I had this moment—I had several moments but this one in particular maybe a month, two months, three after she passed. I had this moment. I had to take a movie back to the Redbox before 9pm or I’d incur another charge. For those who aren’t familiar with Redbox movie rentals: you pay for the film and get to keep it for one day, but you have to bring it back the following day by 9pm or you’ll have to pay for another day’s rental. It’s $1 but still… I hate being charged if it’s not necessary. I live about 7 minutes away from the Redbox kiosk at Winn Dixie. It was 8:55pm. I had 5 minutes to get downstairs and down the street before the impending charge. I often take the movies back 4-7 minutes before they’re due. I always rush to get there. I think I like it. Something about the challenge. How quickly can I make it down the street before 9? How fast can I run? How fast can I walk? In my mind it’s like some covert mission. It’s all riding on me. I have to return the package in time. It’s silly, but fun.
8:55pm. I verbally rush the elevator as if it could hear and would obey. Ride it downstairs, speed-walk out of the building, through the parking lot, and take off running. I just ran. Fast. And in those moments running was the only thing that mattered. Getting there was all I could see. I couldn’t feel anything except for the humid night air whipping my face. It didn’t even matter that I had on a really short (but comfy) black mini skirt that rode up as I sprinted. I felt cloaked in my black hoody, anyway. I ran, and it was the best feeling. It was this moment of liberation, escape, release. I felt I could just keep running. Literally run from the pain, from the sorrow, the sting of death and the aftermath in its wake, and maybe even outrun it.
My mind was clear. I felt empty, but not the empty that means longing like a glass jar waiting to be filled. The sort of empty a balloon feels with nothing inside it to weigh it down. Nothing but air, so it floats, it rises. I had not experienced anything like it before or since. I felt like I could run forever but I had already reached the kiosk. It was only 3 minutes. I returned the movie. In effort to recapture that odd sense of euphoria I decided to run home but I knew it would elude me. It wouldn’t be the same. Maybe because I was running back to my problems, to my sorrow, to an apartment full of it.
I walked through the parking lot, across the lobby still accruing my breath, took the elevator up and went inside my apartment. When my mom returned from running a few errands, I told her that I had taken the movie back to the Redbox and that I had to rush there to make it in time. She politely reminded me that she had just rented the movie earlier that day and that it wasn’t due back until 9pm the next night. I couldn’t help but laugh. All that running was for nothing…but it wasn’t a waste of time.
Made this for my mom for Valentine’s Day. Cheesecake-filled chocolate-covered strawberry hearts and hand-dipped chocolate covered strawberries. I love to cook, bake, make and #culinarycreations. Some of the red drizzle design came off the heart. boo. Thinking about starting a food blog! #food #desserts #delicious #deliciousstrawberries #valentines day
Declaration of self-improvement. http://www.whims.me/w/XSVrrYot06H7/r
The original story of the little mermaid is that she must kill the prince in order to be human, and in the end, she loves him too much and kills herself instead.
The artwork is too great not to reblog.
Ok, ok - important expansion: she only has to kill the Prince because the deal was if he fell in love with her she could be human forever, and he didn’t. By which I mean, he was a good person and genuinely nice to her, but he didn’t fall in love. He fell in love with someone else, also perfectly nice - not the seawitch in disguise, fu Disney. The Mermaid is told she can only return to the sea now if she kills the Prince. She goes into the room where he and his lover lie sleeping and they look so beautiful and happy together that she can’t do it.
That’s why she kills herself. And because it was a noble act she returns to sea as foam.
One moral of the story was that women shouldn’t fundamentally change who they are for love of a man, and in theory Han Christian Anderson wrote it for a ballerina with whom he fell in love. She was marrying someone else who wouldn’t let her dance.
This is why The Little Mermaid is my favorite fairytale.