no shit pbs
no shit pbs
heads up pbr isn’t cool anymore
— Stephen Elliott, via Carolyn Lang on The Le Sigh.
Raymond Burse is giving up 25 percent of his salary in order to boost their wages.
I hope that all of the ridiculously high paid executives at other universities, especially the state run ones, will follow this example.
I find it difficult to buy into the “talent pool” argument - top-level executives deserve to make exorbitant salaries while their low-level employees struggle to feed their families on a full-time wage, all because if School (UV)A doesn’t pay up then School B will? PUHlease. Let’s ask that our university leaders not simply follow the fattest paycheck, but that they demand that the institutions they represent treat all of their employees with respect and a fair wage.
things that have happened since i’ve been in new york, for posterity:
one of the best and worst parts about living in brooklyn is the subway rides. to work, to shows, to the malaysian spot in chinatown that i will frequent whenever i’m craving comfort food, everywhere (although everyone i’ve talked to can attest that i preach the good word of the MTA bus system to anyone who will listen). one of my post-grad life resolutions was to start reading for fun again, and thanks to the commuter lifestyle i’m actually making good on it! here’s what i’ve been reading:
I Wear The Black Hat, Chuck Klosterman: Yeah, I picked a Chuck Klosterman book for my first Brooklyn-to-Manhattan subway read. Whatever. It’s typical Klosterman - pop-culture reference heavy, lots of hypothetical situations, all exploring what it means to be a villain. As it goes on, it feels like he gets further away from actually making a point, but maybe that is the point.
Hip Hop Apsara, Anne Elizabeth Moore: I went to radical feminist mecca (feelin this metaphor) Bluestockings to browse zines and find a new book to read, and almost missed the thin spine of this serendipitous find. It’s so rare to find anything on Cambodia that isn’t about the Khmer Rouge, so I had a minor aneurysm when I realized that it was, in fact, about Phnom Penh - though not about hip hop. (Side note: I did however just hear about Cambodian hip hop coming out of Long Beach, and it’s not bad.) What it is is a beautifully written essay on the unique situation of young women in Phnom Penh. After devouring it cover to cover, I learned that the author had done a residency in a women’s dorm in Phnom Penh teaching the girls how to make zines and why they were important given the shortcomings of “official” memory in Cambodia. Holy crap, was this written for me?!
Cambodian Grrrl: Self Publishing in Phnom Penh, Anne Elizabeth Moore. Of course Hip Hop Apsara led me immediately to Moore’s book about her experiences in Phnom Penh living in Euglossa dorm and teaching the students about self-publishing. The lady took my wildest dream and did the damn thing, and I’m so inspired. The third book, New Girl Law: Drafting a Future for Cambodia, is on its way to my doorstep now. After that, I’m going to find Anne and pick her brain.
AKA Ruby Brooklyn, Maria Rand: I picked this up at Spoonbill & Sugartown Books on Bedford. It’s the (I’m assuming semi) autobiographical story of a young beat woman from the Bronx’s wanderlust, On The Road written by a bisexual woman with an identity that’s totally flexible except that it’s centered on her insatiable appetite for the good life. It’s raunchy, and moves so fast that she doesn’t take a spare second to pontificate on the meaning of life or any of that crap. Reading it as a modern lady, it’s jaw dropping how casually she deals with constant degradation for being a woman (not to mention a bisexual one). But even when she’s stupid as hell, you’re cheering for her the whole time. You go girl.
Note to self: when this album comes out, put it on your good vibes bop around your bedroom playlist with Ski Lodge and The Drums.
I’m blown away by Tei Shi. Beautiful, light-as-air layering over that minimalist future-pop R&B production that I am obsessed with (and I guess the rest of the world is into too). What if Imogen Heap came back from whatever she’s doing now and joined WET? Would it sound like this? Maybe.
— Chuck Klosterman, I Wear the Black Hat