Last copy log of the semester at @thedailytexan
Edits courtesy of Shabab. Not pictured: blood, sweat, tears.
Did a coding error basically destroy the economies of the Western world? You be the judge.
“…What the Reinhart-Rogoff affair shows is the extent to which austerity has been sold on false pretenses. For three years, the turn to austerity has been presented not as a choice but as a necessity. Economic research, austerity advocates insisted, showed that terrible things happen once debt exceeds 90 percent of G.D.P. But “economic research” showed no such thing; a couple of economists made that assertion, while many others disagreed. Policy makers abandoned the unemployed and turned to austerity because they wanted to, not because they had to.”
You Were Cool - The Mountain Goats
it’s good to be young, but let’s not kid ourselves / it’s better to pass on through those years and come out the other side / with our hearts still beating / having stared down demons and come back breathing
"Moffat’s “feisty” female characters all seem to speak in the same quickfire, gimmicky manner which grates ever so slightly to my ears. Whatever faults one might have attributed to Russell T. Davies’s series openers, he always sketched out convincing characters incredibly well. Even minor figures could take on a dense weight of realism. By contrast, many of Moffat’s characters carry an air of stylized unreality, something which I’d say has been true of Amy Pond in the past, and seems true yet again of the major new character here, thanks partly to things like the “chinboy” and “beaky” shtick."
— Matt Hills (reviewing Asylum of the Daleks)
(Source: alichay, via gallifreyburning)
the boy i love left me for a revolution
(Source: rrevolutionaries, via greatest-kind-of-courage)
Tallahassee - The Mountain Goats
there is no deadline / there is no schedule / there is no plan we can fall back on / the road this far can’t be retraced / there is no punchline anybody can tack on
there are loose ends by the score / what did i come down here for? / you
Dirge Without Music
“Dirge Without Music”
Edna St. Vincent Millay
I am not resigned to the shutting away of loving hearts in the hard ground.
So it is, and so it will be, for so it has been, time out of mind:
Into the darkness they go, the wise and the lovely. Crowned
With lilies and with laurel they go; but I am not resigned.
Lovers and thinkers, into the earth with you.
Be one with the dull, the indiscriminate dust.
A fragment of what you felt, of what you knew,
A formula, a phrase remains, —- but the best is lost.
The answers quick & keen, the honest look, the laughter, the love,
They are gone. They have gone to feed the roses. Elegant and curled
Is the blossom. Fragrant is the blossom. I know. But I do not approve.
More precious was the light in your eyes than all the roses in the world.
Down, down, down into the darkness of the grave
Gently they go, the beautiful, the tender, the kind;
Quietly they go, the intelligent, the witty, the brave.
I know. But I do not approve. And I am not resigned.
