It is not uncommon for authors, and artists alike to envision and depict the future through their works. In Spring of 1900, a world fair titled "The Exposition Universelle," was held in Paris to celebrate the achievements of the past century. Amongst inventions like the diesel engine, the ferris wheel and talking films, was an image series which depicted the year 2000. En L'An 2000 (In the year 2000) featured a collection of futuristic paintings done mainly by French artist and thinker, Jean- Marc Côté.
Onlookers stared in bewilderment as they were given a brief tour 100 years into the future, and brought to the doorstep of the third millennium. Imaginations ran wild whilst spectators were shown the visions of an oh-so foreign world. And while many of the concepts shown are as foreign to us as they were to the corset-wearing, mustache loving patrons of the 1900's, many of these images are not as far-off from our daily customs as one may expect. En L'An 2000 featured automatic orchestras, an intensive breeding machine, and a portable house.
With that being said, rub my nipples and call me Betty do I wish the Underwater Pacific Eel Derby was a thing.
But, not all of Côte's depictions were as glorious as underwater fish riders and giant saddled seahorses.
Flying policemen bearing curled mustaches and an eagerness to batter you with a club.
Military disputes settled on armed bicycles.
As maniacal as Côte's envision of modern day France may be; I must say, I'm glad the guy never lived to see the Sock Slider. Had young, inspired Jean-Marc ever known his underwater croquet parties and flying taxis would be replaced by a market in high demand for a plastic sock cradle, it's likely his exhibit at The Exposition Universelle would instead be depressing limerick poems and teenage angst music.
For anyone who'd rather fill out a crossword puzzle than watch a baseball game on television, it's that time of the year where there is absolutely nothing to watch but summer league basketball...
*Edit: The NBA's D-League (Development League) is now called the G-League due to its partnership with Gatorade.
Here is the original odyssey online article, I Am A College Student And I Think Free Tuition Is Unfair
...Let's take a minute to applaud our collegiate writer here for how hard of a worker she is, because that’s exactly what she intended for; She wants an applause for working a part-time job while she attends classes at Fordham.
Compensation for underprivileged, less fortunate kids is unfair?
Is it unfair to them that you're more fortunate?
Is it unfair that you chose to attend Fordham in the first place, fully-knowing what tuition would cost you?
You write to students seeking free tuition, “The world isn’t going to coddle you much longer, so start acting like an adult.” The irony is that no one gives a shit about your part-time job or what you think is unfair, act like an adult.
If you can’t dish out some change to a young student hoping to get a college education and one day be a functioning member of society, take off your oversized sunglasses and take a gander at reality - if those dollars of yours weren’t taxed and spent on some college student’s degree, they’d probably be spent on some overpriced Starbucks latte.
And before anyone tries to entertain themselves with some intolerant poppycock about party affiliation, just know:
You should own guns,
Stem-cell research is a great thing,
Enemies of the state should be waterboarded,
Transgenders should use whichever bathroom they identify with.
Needless to say, as hard as you may think you’re working, don’t stereotype lower-class families and imply they’re not working hard - that’s a real douche move. The only reason you could get those loans - you so humbly cite - to begin with, is because of your parents, their credit history, and their willingness to co-sign; all luxuries in which not every young adult has access to. I can assure you, it’s much harder for Joey Bag O’ Donuts from the projects of Detroit to go take out student loans than it is for the patron found in aisle six at your local Whole Foods.
Cypress, Texas (CNN)- High school wrestler Mack Beggs walked out of the Texas sports complex with a smile on his face and a gold medal dangling from his neck. He had just won the University Interscholastic League (UIL) state girls' championship, making him the league's first transgender boy to win a state wrestling title.
Beggs, a junior at Trinity High School in Euless, Texas, was born female and currently is transitioning to male. Despite the fact that he identifies as a boy, the league allows him to wrestle only against girls.
"Honestly, I didn't even care about the boos," he told CNN. "This is what I worked for. It finally paid off,"
Needless to say there are skeptics - lots of skeptics. And I’m not one of them.
There are few things in this world that get me more excited than reading about somebody who can effectively ignore the opinions of the public; because fuck the public, the public sucks. According to his Facebook, Mack Beggs begun the process of transitioning into a male in 2015. With less than two years experience, this kid is a bigger man than 98% of the males I know.
While Beggs has said he'd prefer to be wrestling men, he's been restricted by state policies to wrestle against women - the result, 56-0.
This is deep-south Texas.
Lethal injection, Texas.
Apposed to same-sex marriage, Texas.
While I can't imagine Texans reacting to the gender-switch in itself with open-arms, the fact that Beggs is mopping the floor with these people's daughters probably has them in a state of hysteria right now.
Within the general discussion of transgenderism my stance is who really gives a fuck? My relationship with the bible is about as close-knit as Hilary and Bill Clinton's marriage so when I think long and hard about a reason to give a shit, I draw a long and hard blank.
Within the discussion of transgenderism in sports, the debate gets a little more complex and technical. However, when you give CNN a quote such as, "Honestly, I didn't even care about the boos, This is what I worked for. It finally paid off," I've got your back. That's phenomenal villain work right there, and by no means an easy accomplishment. The Beggs family should be very proud.
Switching genders and then proceeding to demoralize the gender you used to belong to on the wrestling mats...
Villain Grade: A
(A villain is not judged on how villainized they are by the public, but how effective they are at disregarding those opinions, and embracing their role as a bad guy)
Kobe Bryant A+
Charlie Sheen B+
Jesse Ventura C-
Donald Trump D
Curt Schilling F
It’s about time I finally write about the giant elephant in the room. You know, the orange one, with hair that resembles an awkwardly groomed troll doll doused with enough hairspray to ignite Washington into flames.
I tried to keep this blog unscathed from discussion of the latest hit reality show “American Politics.” While there is certainly no one chomping at the bit to get their news fix from this site, nor is anyone labeling me as an established member of the media, even lowly aspiring student journalists have a responsibility to remain impartial.
But that goes along with fake news, and like the rest of the American population - I'm tired of hearing that phrase.
I’m a straight-white-male. In truth, I had no stereotypical reason to possess any predetermined bias in the great Trump debate.
He wasn't telling me I can’t marry.
He wasn't restricting me from using a condom [terrible comparison?].
He never needed a token white guy.
So I kept telling myself, "Just wait and see what he does."
I'm seeing what he's done.
And now, queue up the Jordan reaction.
His Sweden comments were not the boiling point for me (that point was reached around the time he dubbed the news media "the enemy of the American people" and “scum”). The Sweden comments were simply the throw my hands up in exasperation point.
I’m not angry or saddened. I haven’t lost hope in America. I’m just really fucking annoyed.
Fake news. Tax returns. Putin. Immigrants. Meatloaf Dinners.
It's clear to me now, this shit isn't going to end. And it makes me want to bury every connection I have with the outside world.
This worst part about Twitter is that it's a new Presidential norm.
It’s hard to uphold a rugged persona when you're on social media as much as a heartbroken thirteen year-old.
Powerful people are supposed to be unfamiliar with social media.
(see: my grandfather, Bill Belichick, Tina Fey, etc.).
Now It's Time For This Week's: Don't Understand Why It's Offensive?
Happy Fourth of July! The best hamburgers are made at Five Guys Burger and Fries. I love whites!
I think I died and woke up in China... this crab rangoon is incredible. I love asians!
This challah bread is out of this world... I love jews!
Few things make me more uncomfortable than witnessing a family that features a first-name father.
“Hey Jim, would you pass me the milk please?”
“Jim, I need you to sign off on my report card.”
I can unequivocally say the lowest point in a man’s life is if or when he becomes the dad who is referred to solely by his first name, and not “dad.”
With few exceptions, when you make the transformation from “Daddy” to “Rick”, you’re taking a hard loss on the box score.
If you refer to Valentine’s Day as Singles Awareness Day - please press the x on this screen, turn your computer off, and proceed to repeatedly hit your forehead with it.
If you enjoy Valentine’s Day, great. I applaud your ability to turn this weekday into a smile.
If you're indifferent to Valentine’s Day then just refer to it as Tuesday, February 14th.
If you insist on disliking Valentine’s Day, then just refer to it as “a consumer holiday,” and complain about work all day like an adult.
But can we please for the love of god, all agree on one thing? Can we put this Single’s Awareness Day flame?
You’re not being cheeky - you're just being obnoxious. Stop snapchatting yourself eating nachos with your friends, holding glasses of wine and labeling it. Just eat the f**king nachos, and take a day off from the twitter feeds.
If you're calling it Single’s Awareness Day you should probably starting calling it "Nobody Will Put Up With My Shit Day" instead.
I went to the college bookstore after putting off buying my textbooks for as long as I possibly could. Today is judgement day, and I without a doubt need the textbook for my classes today. I scan the shelves until I come across what I need.
Media Copywriting - 8th Edition
Writing For Public Relations - 4th Edition
It’s a hard pill to swallow, but I can’t deny the inevitable. I grab the textbooks and bring them to the woman behind the front desk. I then proceed to ask for the renting option for both.
“Sorry this one is for buying only.”
She points to the $188 dollar book.
I say I’m not surprised. We share an awkward laugh.
If there is one thing I’ve learned during my time at school it’s that you gotta pick your battles wisely. This is a rational purchase and needed to complete these classes so I swallow another pill. But, I should go to the student billing office to go sign up for a book voucher option first because, well, what the hell? what's another loan anyways?
I take a stroll to student billing, complete the form and am told if I don’t receive a phone call in the next 30 minutes that I’m all set for the book voucher.
Twelve minutes later I receive a phone call.
“Your book voucher application has been denied due to several financial holds on your account.”
It was during those 20-25 minutes that I learned more about my future ahead then the past four semesters combined could ever teach me.
How The Middle-Class Gets Screwed - 1st Edition
Film Studies: College degree or Certification to be an Asshole?
Last semester I learned that I unintentionally acquired a minor in film studies. Due to my acute attraction to movies, I ended up filling the bulk of my elective options with film classes, resulting in an academic minor. And while there are many factors in the discussion of “what exactly defines an asshole”, cinema is pretty high on that list (Cinema falls somewhere between “the probability that you will wear a beanie in the dead of summer”, and “your familiarity with the Kid Rock discography”, to be exact).
Nobody likes that guy who interjects in friendly discussion of Fast and Furious 6 and talks about indie films...
- or that friend who after connecting your Facebook to Rotten Tomatoes, you discover secretly writes 500 word reviews for box office hits for seemingly no reason other than for his/her's own pleasure.
Realistically a minor in film studies means virtually nothing whatsoever other than the fact that those who possess one can say "You wouldn't get it, you didn't study film in college."
Last week, Marcus Smart was punched a hole in a wall following a 123-108 loss to the Wizards.
Last night, Marcus Smart made the play of the night by winning a jump-ball with 14 seconds left while the Celtics held a mere 2-point lead.
With the Boston Celtics' 109-104 win over Toronto last night, the Celtics have continued to close the gap between the Cavaliers and the rest of the Eastern Conference.
While Isaiah Thomas has continued his trend of 4th quarter stardom, putting up a 15+ point 4th quarter for the 10th time this season (twice as many as any other player); Marcus Smart has maintained unsung prominence.
Smart may not show up on the box score, but he shows up on the film where it counts.
With Smart's versatility he is an invaluable asset, and no one in Boston should regret the Celtics taking him 6th overall in 2014.
When I was seven years old the concept of Severus Snape actually being a good guy blew my mind.
Twenty-one year old me realizing metal bands like Dying Fetus, and Anal C*nt have also been the good guys, blows my mind too.
Every two weeks or so, I cycle through my gym playlists. Sometimes I’ll revisit old ones, occasionally they’ll be entirely new; often, I’ll just pick my songs as I go.
Cage The Elephant.
With the exception of face-painted killer clowns rapping about stabbing mailmen and mutilating household cats, my musical preference remains relatively wide-open.
However, while in the midst of one these routine shifts in music, I ended up venturing down the uncharted path of heavy distortion and headbanging. I took a left turn at Mötley Crüe, headed down Slipknot, and then banged a uey (insert Boston accent) at Cattle Decapitation. I dipped my feet into heavy metal and while I admit it was a little too cold for comfort, I gave it a try.
But that’s when it dawned on me.
These long haired, wiry fellas have been the heroes all along.
I’m far from a metalhead, but I also think for that purpose - it only proves my point more. While you may hear blood-curdling, self-loathing lyrics - that can’t be as bad as what exists at the Grammy’s, right? And for all I know metalheads may take me saying that as an insult. Nonetheless, The general public pays attention to two things: image and sound..
Nicki Minaj half-naked, shaking her ass over a fat beat and rapping about the sex appeal of coke dealers < Slipknot’s indistinguishable screams under guitar shreds.
I’m not saying modern hip-hop or heavy metal is any better than the other - to each their own. What I am saying is that when little Jimmy's musical collection is filled with booty this, bitch that, and ‘Molly’, you should have been a little more grateful during his Avenged Sevenfold phase.
The Cleveland Browns will not have a top 15 pick in the 2018 NFL draft.
Yes, you read that right.
On April 27th, Roger Goodell will stand at the foreground of Philadelphia. Atop the grand stage of the 2017 NFL draft, behind the podium, and beneath the jeering sounds of NFL fans - we will hear the most important four syllables that Cleveland will speak of since Arthur Modell. Twenty-seven years after being gutted of its chance at a super bowl; there is a new hope.
And while 2016 featured a Cavaliers championship and a world series appearance, I think I can speak on behalf of Cleveland when I say “Cleveland remembers”.
This April, the Cleveland Browns will select Deshaun Watson first overall (That is unless chief analytics expert Paul DePodesta deems his 32 career interceptions an analytic liability). Etch it in stone, Watson is the best chance the Browns have at escaping mediocrity.
Since 1999, the Browns have had 42 starting quarterback changes. From names like Ty Detmer and Spergon Wynn to Tim Couch and Jeff Garcia. From Trent Dilfer’s bald head to RG3’s tightly rolled (or braided?) cornrows. They have lacked an on-the-field identity. Needless to say, history suggests they should not pick a quarterback first overall. Time and time again we see young, optimistic men stand behind center; and time and again we see their heads displayed on spikes. Cleveland is the NFL’s breathing reminder “don’t put all your eggs in a young quarterback’s basket”. However, Cleveland needs to forget history. Cleveland needs to forego the analytics and science. Cleveland needs to draft Deshaun Watson.
There has been a revolving door amongst management, coaches and players. Jerseys have changed, Stadiums have been switched, and the logo has been “altered”. Since the team's inception in 1946, there has yet remained one undisputed consistency - The Dawg Pound. And these fans have been chewing on second-hand bones and Walmart-brand biscuits for too long.
Deshaun Watson’s freshman year he outperformed senior quarterback Cole Stoudt. In his first career start he threw a Clemson record six touchdown passes in a 50-30 victory against North Carolina. That season Watson battled a broken bone in his throwing hand, and then played against rivaled South Carolina with a torn ACL. His Sophomore season he led his team to the national championship game against big-bad Alabama, and fell just short of victory. This past Monday in a rematch titled “Alabama v. Clemson II”, after a last-second touchdown pass to Hunter Renfrow, Watson hoisted the championship trophy. This kid is special - Cleveland needs him.
I’m not denying that the Browns need far more than just a quarterback. I’m not arguing that in fact what the Cleveland Browns really need extends beyond the field and into the luxury suites of FirstEnergy Stadium. Reality is, footballs and cleats will not rescue this team; but briefcases and overpriced ties will.
Deshaun Watson is by no means the answer to their problems. Deshaun Watson is simply a tangible prayer. A hope.
And as we’ve recently learned...