At this point it’s less difficult to imagine a transgender character in a DC superhero comic book than it is to tacitly engage with a conservative baseline against which this kind of thing becomes news.
I do wish though, that I had made better use of my time when I had more of it. I wish I’d been more disciplined—more courageous, let’s just call it what it is—before I had to be. I think if I’d written more earlier, I would have more of this figured out by now.
Maybe that’s a silly notion, I don’t know. But the reason I’m sharing my dumb schedule with you is on the off chance that someone reading this is like I was then, and it’s not a matter of not having enough time, but more an issue of not doing the most with the time I have. My message to then-me is this: the future is coming, and with it, more blessings than you can imagine or deserve. But every year time passes faster, each kid is another lead foot on the time machine gas pedal, whatever you can do now to help yourself later… I’d be grateful if you’d do it.
In the End, we will remember not the words of our enemies, but the silence of our friends.
The hottest place in Hell is reserved for those who remain neutral in times of great moral conflict.
He who passively accepts evil is as much involved in it as he who helps to perpetrate it. He who accepts evil without protesting against it is really cooperating with it.
— Martin Luther King, Jr.
Stop saying “chick flick” like it’s “pile of rotten meat,” and stop saying “chick lit” and “chick book” and “chick movie” and anything else that suggests that love stories are less than war stories, or that stories that end with kissing are inherently inferior to stories that end with people getting shot. Or, if you believe they are and you want to continue believing that they are, stop pretending you’re open to romantic comedies getting better.
I still believe that even though The Empire Strikes Back is better in innumerable ways than Star Wars, Star Wars wins because you can’t end a movie with Han frozen in Carbonite. That’s not a movie, it’s an episode.
— Joss Whedon. Yes! Yes! A thousand times, yes!
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 email@example.com (yes, we did set up an email account just to deal with this thing).
I like the idea of being Mrs. Solo, and we’ve just fought and fought and I killed him — but I’m sorry. I feel bad. I probably had an affair with some general.
— Carrie Fisher, on the future of Leia and Han as a couple.
Millicent Patrick - The Creatures mother.
And people say I’M dressed up when I wear a skirt and heels at my drawing table…Yay all around!
Disney animator Millicent Patrick’s work as sole designer of the Creature From the Black Lagoon was downplayed by a male coworker who then received credit for it for half a century.