nowinexile:

Former Bishop of Gaza: “If Israel destroys your mosques, make the call to prayer from our churches”

nowinexile:

Former Bishop of Gaza: “If Israel destroys your mosques, make the call to prayer from our churches”

dunyaca:

New Video Alert!

It’s been a while, but Overshare is back in action with a Ramadan edition episode that asks the question we’ve all been asking: what do Jedis and Muslims have in common?

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Weee’re BACK on YouTube! Starting with a new Overshare, please watch and definitely reblog/share. We need to start getting the word out again because it’s been so long!

boringoldraphael:

We will be close on Friday 18 July.
We will be so close on Friday 18 July. For one night only I will hold your face in my hands and I will kiss you quickly and then slowly and then quickly and we will feel this incredible connection and we will tell each other everything.
On Friday 18 July, we will feed each other berries, and we will sing-mumble-slur old half-remembered camp songs, and we will laugh about how there was a time, not even that long ago, when we hadn’t even met, and what were we doing not meeting, who were we fooling, whose time were we wasting?
Sitting on my bed, recalling the origin of your knee’s crescent moon scar, you’ll gesticulate wildly and I’ll watch the cigarette sparks like evaporating fireflies, dizzy for a home in your discarded black blouse.
"I want to know you completely," I’ll whisper into every crevice of your body. We’ll make up constellations out of the freckles on our thighs, rich mythologies of ancient long-dead civilizations.
"Did you know I can juggle?" you’ll say, and I’ll say, "Show me."
Every other night will have been rehearsal for Friday 18 July — we had to be ready. Everything was pushing us imperceptibly toward this moment — if I hadn’t missed that train, if you hadn’t moved for the job, just imagine.
"I don’t want it to be tomorrow," you’ll say, a single tear escaping as you bitterly laugh at the futility of the sentiment. "I want it to be Friday 18 July forever."
And when the morning comes, our love, like bugs, will scatter in the light. We will dress ourselves while facing the wall, we will scramble for our phones, we will be strangers.
And we will realize that Friday 18 July, like every day in history before it, was a moment, a twenty-four-hour trick of the light, a thing that happened once and never again.
And that sad truth will just about swallow us whole.
Sorry for any inconvinience.

boringoldraphael:

We will be close on Friday 18 July.

We will be so close on Friday 18 July. For one night only I will hold your face in my hands and I will kiss you quickly and then slowly and then quickly and we will feel this incredible connection and we will tell each other everything.

On Friday 18 July, we will feed each other berries, and we will sing-mumble-slur old half-remembered camp songs, and we will laugh about how there was a time, not even that long ago, when we hadn’t even met, and what were we doing not meeting, who were we fooling, whose time were we wasting?

Sitting on my bed, recalling the origin of your knee’s crescent moon scar, you’ll gesticulate wildly and I’ll watch the cigarette sparks like evaporating fireflies, dizzy for a home in your discarded black blouse.

"I want to know you completely," I’ll whisper into every crevice of your body. We’ll make up constellations out of the freckles on our thighs, rich mythologies of ancient long-dead civilizations.

"Did you know I can juggle?" you’ll say, and I’ll say, "Show me."

Every other night will have been rehearsal for Friday 18 July — we had to be ready. Everything was pushing us imperceptibly toward this moment — if I hadn’t missed that train, if you hadn’t moved for the job, just imagine.

"I don’t want it to be tomorrow," you’ll say, a single tear escaping as you bitterly laugh at the futility of the sentiment. "I want it to be Friday 18 July forever."

And when the morning comes, our love, like bugs, will scatter in the light. We will dress ourselves while facing the wall, we will scramble for our phones, we will be strangers.

And we will realize that Friday 18 July, like every day in history before it, was a moment, a twenty-four-hour trick of the light, a thing that happened once and never again.

And that sad truth will just about swallow us whole.

Sorry for any inconvinience.

akhiisa:

7 tips for understanding the Qur’an.

akhiisa:

7 tips for understanding the Qur’an.

rejectedjokes:

Ladies and gentlemen…it’s happened…the apex of podcasting…a mother fucking SOLO BOLO episode of Comedy Bang Bang! For the first time ever (on purpose) Scott Aukerman welcomes only one guest on the podcast (me) and together they (we) perform the ultimate SOLO BOLO for an hour and a half! WARNING: Contents may break under pressure. Also, we are just the stupidest people in the universe. Enjoy!

My other Comedy Bang Bang Appearances-

Ep. 29- Chip Pope, James Adomian, Huell Howser, Ben Schwartz

Ep. 52- Sarah Silverman, Harris Wittels, Ben Schwartz

Ep. 94- Andy Daly, Hot Dog, Ben Schwartz

Ep. 134- Kevin Nealon, Amy Phillips, Jennifer Tilly, Ben Schwartz

Ep. 146- Reggie Watts, Bjork (Matt Besser), Ben Schwartz

Ep. 164- Tony Clifton, Ben Schwartz

Ep. 192- Horatio Sanz, Ben Schwartz

Ep. 229- Werner Herzog (Paul F. Tompkins), Ben Schwartz

Ep. 263- Coco Marx (Horatio Sanz), Ben Schwartz

Summer '14 Advice For Soon-To-Be Graduates With No Job Lined Up

rickyv:

This assumes you’re living at home with your parents and they’re not charging you rent.

Learn a programming language (Python or RoR) during the weekdays. Hang with your friends on weeknights.

On weekends, rent somebody’s parents’ Suburban and be an Uber driver in the closest wealthy vacation…

nslayton:

mediaite:

Bill Nye the Science Guy schools CNN on climate change

Still my hero.