LEGENDARY COKIE ROBERTS
AN AMAZING JOURNALIST AND POLITICAL COMMENTATOR.
AN AMAZING JOURNALIST AND POLITICAL COMMENTATOR.
You’ll be missed, Cokie (17 Sept 2019). Image: white woman with short brown hair, wearing bright blue jacket, bookshelves in blurred background: Cokie Roberts
This is a sad day for me. I majored in journalism. I used to joke that Brenda Starr was my main reason for wanting to become a journalist. But the truth is, Cokie Roberts was the reason why I had picked journalism as a major. I saw the respect that she got & I wanted that too. I wanted to ask questions. I wanted to be the center of things. I may not be a reporter, but I still write and I still ask questions because Cokie gave me a voice. Journalism lost a legend today. RIP.
I’m a journalist student and my final work of this year will be an journalistic report to an magazine about the way that the Brazilian witches and pagan people have adapted their practices to the tropical biome and the Brazilian culture in general. It will also talk about the cultural sincretism that is really common hear and how it acts in the pagan community. We want to compare our witchcraft with the European witchcraft, but for that I’ll need to interview an european witch or follower of an pagan religion.
The hard part is, even I’m being an witch myself dont have contact with any European pagan so I’m totally lost on how to do this report.
If you are a European witch or an European follower of an pagan religion an would like to do an interview by text for an journalist college magazine about religions, please, talk to me (we can even use the tumblr chat to do the interview) I would be so grateful! (you can also keep your identity in secret if you want and I can refer to you just as anonymous European pagan in the magazine) ♡♡♡
If you are not from Europe but have mutuals who are, reblog this post so they can find me
Help an journalist student ♡♡♡
One of today’s absolute best live rock n’ roll bands, The Struts, join us on this episode of The Adamantium Podcast. We discuss some of their first influences, winning a crowd, being self-taught, stage outfits, riding Harley-Davidson motorcycles, albums they can’t live without, and their thoughts on the Rocketman & Bohemian Rhapsody movies.
YAA ERTO BIRAK ŞİNDİ KOSKOCA BEŞİKTAŞ’IN DÜŞTÜĞÜ HALE BAK BİRAZ BUNLARDAN KONUŞALIM İNSANIN AKLIYLA ALAY ETME GÖZÜNÜ SEVÜM
DERIN FUTBO OERIN TBO
“When I was 22, I took a visual communications class in college and fell in love with a boy who would never love me back. It turned out that boy was in my program, in my year, I just hadn’t met him yet. And for the remainder of my undergrad, I spent more time listening to my heart thumping, reminding myself to exhale, as he sat next to me in the classes we shared, running his fingers through his brown, Tommy Shelby-esque hair, regularly checking ESPN on his Macbook, then I did to my professors lecturing on Martin Heidegger and Iris Marion Young. At the start of it all, I thought I was special. Different enough to stand out from the sea of girls in our classes wearing Lululemon pants and Colombia down jackets, talking about spin classes as they sent iMessages to the outside world on their laptops, looking up occasionally at the professor trying to engage a room full of 20-something’s taking their education for granted. Soon, however, I discovered that none of that mattered. Those girls in our classes were on the sidelines, and so was I. Because this guy I had fallen for, this guy I hardly knew yet could put a smile on my face and make me cry at the same time, had a girlfriend. Not just any girlfriend, either, a girlfriend of three, apparently short years – “How tf has it been three years?” he gushed on Instagram for their anniversary – and she was beautiful. She went to a better University. She played soccer for the school. Even worse: she was good at it. Like this-girl-is-going-to-get-scouted-if-she-keeps-these-stats-up good. Get the point in the last minute good. Harry Kane good. We’ll call her Lucy. Lucy had long, brown hair, sometimes straight, sometimes curly, rock-hard abs, happy eyes. A smile with dimples that would make any sane person’s knees weak. Lucy was everything I wasn’t.
Adopting that mentality was my first mistake. Several others followed, like the night I got sad drunk sitting in my room with a bottle of wine, and I decided I wanted to go skiing – I live at the bottom of a ski mountain – merely so I could post it on my Instagram story to impress him. I suppose I wanted to show him Lucy wasn’t the only girl in the city that’s into sports. I didn’t go skiing; I didn’t make it to the mountain. The wine had started to take its toll on the walk up. I stumbled, mumbled, dropped (and left) my $2,000 skis on the trail halfway between my house and the gondola, fell face-first on the pavement, giving myself a black eye, and somehow made it back to my house three hours later, despite living less than a 10 minute walk to the mountain. I found my skis in the morning. And it was then, sitting in the dark, shaking with embarrassment, I vowed to get over him.
- the beginning of an article i’m writing. //
Today marks 18 years since the terror attacks on September 11, 2001. The horrific events shocked the world and today a memorial honouring those who were lost attracts millions of visitors annually.
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&this is how to disappear
'सौ दिन के हर पल-छिन में किसान
ग्राम्यभारत में संभावनाओं का उजास’
किसी भी सरकार के लिए उपलब्धियों के सौ दिन का लेखा-जोखा पेश करना आसान काम नहीं, क्योंकि अमूमन इतने दिन तो योजनाओं को कागज से धरातल पर ही उतारने में लग जाते हैं, लेकिन अब तो प्रायः हर देशवासी की जुबां से यही निकलता है- मोदी है तो मुमकिन है।
September 9th, 1999
The four nines was a date that was met with great anticipation. Not only would it be the last date where we would see such a phenom in the 20th century with 8/8/88 before it, but it marked a date that would go down in gaming history.
It was the launch day of the Sega Dreamcast in North America.
Today marks the twentieth anniversary of Sega’s final console. “It’s always thinking,” was the catchphrase for the console and it left many thinking about the console for years after its discontinuation. While it was Sega’s Swan Song, the console gave many young gamers a glimpse into the future at the time.
I’m not here to give a history lesson on the Dreamcast however. I’m here to give my personal experiences with the console as it has been an immense part of my childhood.
My first experience with the console was at a Halloween party that my neighbors were hosting. In one of the rooms, the older kids were gathered around taking turns playing Sonic Adventure. I was six at the time, so I had to watch as the older kids took priority. When it came time for my turn, I’ll never forget my jaw dropping when I saw Speed Highway for the first time.
For comparison’s sake, I was playing Crash Bandicoot 3 almost religiously on my Playstation. To compare the graphics and what you were able to do between the two games was unprecedented. I didn’t know the meaning of “generational consoles” so I wasn’t aware that the Sega Dreamcast was the first of the next gen consoles. I didn’t care either. I was enamored from first sight.
Fast forward to later that year on Christmas. My uncle had taken me to his apartment and seeing my cousins for the first time in a while, I was gifted a surprise. Wouldn’t you know it was my very own Sega Dreamcast! Bundled with it was a copy of NBA 2K.
Back in the days when Iverson was on the cover of every single 2K. Good times.
Yes, the very first original NBA 2K. To say that the 2K series had come a LONG way from it’s humble beginnings is an understatement to say the least.
What also came bundled with my Dreamcast was a demo disc. I’ll never forget it. It was the Dreamcast Generator Vol 1 Sampler, which was a bunch of game demos and trailers for current and upcoming releases. It was a great way for me to play many titles that I would have otherwise missed under my radar.
Titles such as Power Stone, the aforementioned Sonic Adventure, House of the Dead 2, and I even recall a fishing game on there. All of these games, some of which I would eventually own, further emphasized how vastly ahead of its time the Dreamcast was in my now-seven-year-old eyes.
Credit: ebay, where you can find a lot of these demo discs and many others. Demo discs that came bundled with Dreamcast magazines were also how I found out about most of the games I’d eventually play.
Unfortunately, my original Dreamcast had long since kicked the bucket, but the memories that the console gave to me are those that will live on for they played a huge part in making me the gamer I am today.
So, to commemorate the 20th anniversary of the North American release of the Dreamcast, I’ll post a game each day that I remember having the most fond memories of. I cannot promise I won’t run out of games to reminisce on until the end of September, but, whichever comes first. Expect the first game tonight!
To this anniversary and many more, we’re still dreaming even as adults.
Written by Nay Holland
Remember when games came with PC wallpapers if you insert the disk in your PC’s CD drive? I had wallpapers for months!