No Intention by Dirty Projectors.
Marshall House, Australia by DCM
Buried into the dunes, the house is visible from the beach as a low black line. It is completely hidden from the landward side. The objective was to maintain a low profile and to have an internal focus to the house, avoiding engagement with the surrounding context.
MICHAEL: Pam-casso! Sorry I’m late, I had to race across town.
PAM: Oh, Michael.
MICHAEL: Wow! You did these… freehand?
PAM: Yep.
MICHAEL: My God, these could be tracings! Oh! Look at this one. Wow! You nailed it. [sighs] How much?
PAM: What do you mean?
MICHAEL: I don’t see a price.
PAM: Um… you wanna buy it?
MICHAEL: Well, yeah. Yeah, we have to have it for the office. I mean, there’s my window, and there’s my car! That your car?
PAM: Uh-huh.
MICHAEL: That is our building, and we sell paper…I am really proud of you.
PAM: [hugs Michael] Thank you.The Office 3.16 - “Business School”
This show has a huge heart. It would be impossible to digest Michael’s bouts of idiocy if they weren’t accompanied by equally potent doses of sincerity and humanity. He’s more than a bit like a dog. He’s not too bright, but his love and respect for his people is unparalleled.
“Mister Rogers went onstage to accept the award — and there, in front of all the soap opera stars and talk show sinceratrons, in front of all the jutting man-tanned jaws and jutting saltwater bosoms, he made his small bow and said into the microphone, “All of us have special ones who have loved us into being. Would you just take, along with me, ten seconds to think of the people who have helped you become who you are. Ten seconds of silence.”
And then he lifted his wrist, looked at the audience, looked at his watch, and said, ‘I’ll watch the time.” There was, at first, a small whoop from the crowd, a giddy, strangled hiccup of laughter, as people realized that he wasn’t kidding, that Mister Rogers was not some convenient eunuch, but rather a man, an authority figure who actually expected them to do what he asked. And so they did. One second, two seconds, seven seconds — and now the jaws clenched, and the bosoms heaved, and the mascara ran, and the tears fell upon the beglittered gathering like rain leaking down a crystal chandelier. And Mister Rogers finally looked up from his watch and said softly “May God be with you,” to all his vanquished children.”
Do this every single day of your lives, and I promise you will never ever be unhappy.
So Twitter, in their blundering attempt to be socially conscious, is turning every tweet with "Africa" in it red for World AIDS Day.
Um… assholes.
Its WORLD AIDS DAY. Not Africa AIDS Day.
Thank you so much for adding another stereotype to the world about what Africa is like, while reinforcing so many more.
You FUCKING SUCK.
Sincerely,
Mgmt.
Wow. Ignorance at it finest. SMH.
Ugh. Ugh. Ugh.
Fuck Twitter. Just another reason to loathe it.
I’m sure AIDS orphans in rural China appreciate your support, douchebags.
This is upsetting!
How *dare* Twitter bring attention to the fact that Africa has far more AIDS cases than the rest of the world (22.4 of the planet’s 33.4 million AIDS cases are in sub-Saharan Africa). Why can’t they just mind their own business and not do anything at all about AIDS. What a bunch of jerks!
