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Marie Colvin killed in Syria, other journalists wounded overnight
Humboldt Crack (Cake). Insensitive comments (and naming choice) causes uproar in Chicago.
futurejournalismproject: livelymorgue: An archival photo from The New York Times shows news pictures being sorted in the newspaper’s photo “morgue,” which houses millions of images. Here they are — several each week — for you to see. Welcome
E. B. White on the Free Press and the Evils of Corporate Interests in Media
NPR says its report on Apple labor “partially fabricated”
For the Trayvon Martin Case, a Long Route to National Media Attention
Sale of Philadelphia Papers Is Completed
futurejournalismproject: One hundred years ago today the Titanic hit an iceberg south of Newfoundland. This is tomorrow’s New York Times. Bonus: Images of the Titanic wreck made by stitching together hundreds of optical and sonar images collected by
cartermagazine: Today In History We Honor William Lloyd Garrison ‘William Lloyd Garrison was a prominent American abolitionist, journalist, and social reformer. He is best known as the editor of the abolitionist newspaper The Liberator, and was one
think-progress: Newspaper front pages on Obama’s new immigration policy to stop deporting DREAM-eligible youth.
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It’s different…new. A job at the Hospice and welcomed into a House all in the same night. I expected more questions to be asked, more prying to be done, background searches and the like, but it was so much simpler than I had ever anticipated
The slower pace within the city has been …enjoyable, but when one is used to the commotion of battle and war, it can be a touch unsettling. Thoughts of those around are not quite as reserved or protected as they were amongst the soldiers, so
Nearly stabbed and then badgered and threatened by a troll regarding some man I have never even met let alone heard his name. All within the hospice. These are not hospice matters, this is supposed to be a place of healing and comfort and thus far
I can see your deepest and darkest secrets if I need to, I know those thoughts you never wanted anyone ever to know if I want to,I will read your mind like an open book if I feel like it, to know just exactly what you think of me, what you think of anythi
I’ve got no issues in rummaging around someone else’s mind, but when it comes to my own, it seems I’m at a loss lately.Confusion. A lot of confusion. About what? I’m not even entirely sure. Maybe I’ve been absent from
My mother always taught me to be nice to strangers. However, she never taught me what to do when the strangers wanted to drain you of your blood for personal experiments. I don’t run a lot… but it seemed the best option at the time.
Some of these women need to be taught a little bit of respect.
It didn’t hit until later that night when I was alone,yet, I’m not even entirely sure why.Nothing really has changed all that much, has it? It’s something that has always lingered there in the back of my mind,something I think I already
I’ve ignored it this long, maybe if I continue to ignore it, everything will just….go away. Bury myself in my work as usual, go back out on the front lines, there are distractions now at least. His words continue to ring through my mind
There’s still quite a ways to go, still plenty of inner demons.I continue to lose sleep and have the occasional anxiety attack,worry I’m not good enough or undeserving.Not to mention forcing myself way outside of my comfort zone. However&helli
“I regret….everything.” As if it didn’t pain me enough already, those words were icing on the cake. Stupid Xanelen.Why do you even bother?Maybe you should just erase those memories.
Nerves..so many nerves.Does that feeling ever stop? At some point you just gotta let go of the past, of those resonating thoughts and words that you believed for so long and take hold of what is meant to be, of what was always meant to be. Time to accept
Didn’t return to the city last night,not in the hospice of any of the cities,nor in the medical units in the Blasted Lands,no record of death or among the dead there,not even any stray thoughts I could pick up.I feel sick…
It’s been days now with no word and no record of death.I hope whatever happened, there is peace and happiness.I feel ashamed in hoping they are dead, instead of the other available option.That I meant nothing and it was simply time to move on.
“Fall seven times, stand up eight.” Unrelenting and brutal is this war.My men are tired, I’m tired, but we continue to persevere despite the obstacles thrown in our way. This is what we’ve trained so diligently for and I refuse
A bad habit,a coping mechanism, a temporary vice. You cannot selectively numb your anger, any more than you can turn off lights in a room and still expect to see the light. I don’t think I’m as well as I thought I was.
“When you’re lost in those woods, it sometimes takes you a while to realize that you are lost. For the longest time, you can convince yourself that you’ve just wandered off the path, that you’ll find your way back to the trailhead
I thought it was you for a moment.Third-degree burns covering the majority of your body,it looked like you from what little was left to look at.Your build, your height.But it wasn’t you. And I wish it was,for my own selfish and terrible reasons.I
I allowed the bruise to linger as a reminder.I don’t care if it was the wrong thing to do,it felt good, it felt justified. That dull ache chases away the seething angerand the encroaching depression,if only for a brief moment. My life is not your
I thought you died.Or worse, I thought you just…left.Months I’ve spent with the unknown,with having to stifle everything once again,with the thought that maybe I wasn’t good enoughor that I wasn’t worth it.I buried myself in my
I didn’t expect it to be easy to say aloud,but I didn’t expect it to be this difficult either. It gets easier, right?Light, I hope it gets easier.
“It’s shameful and disgusting.” “Those types should be shunned from society.” “They are ruining our city.” Words spoken by my parents to me at a very young age. I grew up assuming this to be the truth, that
It’s hard to stay positive when everything and everyoneseems to collapsing around you. I’ve seen into their minds, I’ve heard the voices speaking to them, I could feel myself slowly slipping every timefurther and farther down into
Perhaps it was the rush of the situation. Caught up in that perfect moment, the kind you thought you would never feel again after having it so quickly yanked away from you. Spurring and prodding you into making decisions that perhaps you weren’t
Attacked in the middle of Silvermoon, what is this city coming to?!The incompetency of some of these so-called Knights and guards is absolutely astounding. Someone stabs a citizen of the city with witnesses watching the entire scene yet you allow the
This feeling isn’t anything new.To not be loved, to not be wanted.To be thrown aside nonchalantlywithout care of the rocky terrain beneath.Cuts and scrapes can be healed easily, it’s not a question of how, it’s a question of when. My
I wanted a lot of work to keep my mind busy, ask and ye shall receive it seems.Between helping someone to maintain sobriety,cursed jewelry from an unknown origin,attacks in the middle of the city,appointments, a busy hospitaland all the secrets, I’m
We are products of our past, but we don’t have to be prisoners of it.Good advice from an amazing friend.Advice I’ve likely offered over and over to others in need,advice given to me on occasion and abruptly ignored.Yet today, it hit home, it got
I feel so completely translucent to him, can he tell? Does he know? Have I been that obvious? Perhaps that’s a good thing.The words were never spoken directly but they had been implied and he seemed more than comfortable in his own skin, freely
I didn’t know what to expect, but it certainly wasn’t that. Hunting people for fun, like it’s a sport of some sort. It’s sickening and the more I think about it the angrier I get, something had to be done about this. It would not be my last
I know he wants to be stronger, but returning to something you once despised is not the way to do it especially when using the excuse that you’re doing it for me. I’d never ask him to do anything he hated, no matter what, yet he seemed so insistent
“Far more important than the tribulations and heartaches, the thrills, merriment, and pleasures of life is what you learn from it all. It isn’t the tunnel we pass through that matters; it’s what emerges on the other side.”– Richelle
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We met on Tinder a couple months ago, but when we realized we lived in different parts of the country, I had my doubts. It’s a very good thing I didn’t act on those doubts. In October we started to make it official, but we didn’t want to write anything
