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I know all these pictures are basically the same and I’m super cliche and part of the problem or whatever, but coachella was the best. I almost fainted from the heat on day 1, was covered in dust after day 2, didn’t get to see a lot of the people I wanted to see on day 3, slept in a tent and then in the back of a car and then in the car again. I’m sunburned. Dirty. Bruised. I’ve been tired and fuzzy for a week and am STILL mad I didn’t see any celebs. (HOW IS THAT POSSIBLE?) But tbh, I would give a lot to rewind and do it all over again and I get a little envious/joyful stab in the heart when I think of the people who are walking on to the grounds for the first time right this very minute. I know all these pictures are basically the same and I’m super cliche and part of the problem or whatever, but coachella was the best. I almost fainted from the heat on day 1, was covered in dust after day 2, didn’t get to see a lot of the people I wanted to see on day 3, slept in a tent and then in the back of a car and then in the car again. I’m sunburned. Dirty. Bruised. I’ve been tired and fuzzy for a week and am STILL mad I didn’t see any celebs. (HOW IS THAT POSSIBLE?) But tbh, I would give a lot to rewind and do it all over again and I get a little envious/joyful stab in the heart when I think of the people who are walking on to the grounds for the first time right this very minute. I know all these pictures are basically the same and I’m super cliche and part of the problem or whatever, but coachella was the best. I almost fainted from the heat on day 1, was covered in dust after day 2, didn’t get to see a lot of the people I wanted to see on day 3, slept in a tent and then in the back of a car and then in the car again. I’m sunburned. Dirty. Bruised. I’ve been tired and fuzzy for a week and am STILL mad I didn’t see any celebs. (HOW IS THAT POSSIBLE?) But tbh, I would give a lot to rewind and do it all over again and I get a little envious/joyful stab in the heart when I think of the people who are walking on to the grounds for the first time right this very minute. I know all these pictures are basically the same and I’m super cliche and part of the problem or whatever, but coachella was the best. I almost fainted from the heat on day 1, was covered in dust after day 2, didn’t get to see a lot of the people I wanted to see on day 3, slept in a tent and then in the back of a car and then in the car again. I’m sunburned. Dirty. Bruised. I’ve been tired and fuzzy for a week and am STILL mad I didn’t see any celebs. (HOW IS THAT POSSIBLE?) But tbh, I would give a lot to rewind and do it all over again and I get a little envious/joyful stab in the heart when I think of the people who are walking on to the grounds for the first time right this very minute. I know all these pictures are basically the same and I’m super cliche and part of the problem or whatever, but coachella was the best. I almost fainted from the heat on day 1, was covered in dust after day 2, didn’t get to see a lot of the people I wanted to see on day 3, slept in a tent and then in the back of a car and then in the car again. I’m sunburned. Dirty. Bruised. I’ve been tired and fuzzy for a week and am STILL mad I didn’t see any celebs. (HOW IS THAT POSSIBLE?) But tbh, I would give a lot to rewind and do it all over again and I get a little envious/joyful stab in the heart when I think of the people who are walking on to the grounds for the first time right this very minute. I know all these pictures are basically the same and I’m super cliche and part of the problem or whatever, but coachella was the best. I almost fainted from the heat on day 1, was covered in dust after day 2, didn’t get to see a lot of the people I wanted to see on day 3, slept in a tent and then in the back of a car and then in the car again. I’m sunburned. Dirty. Bruised. I’ve been tired and fuzzy for a week and am STILL mad I didn’t see any celebs. (HOW IS THAT POSSIBLE?) But tbh, I would give a lot to rewind and do it all over again and I get a little envious/joyful stab in the heart when I think of the people who are walking on to the grounds for the first time right this very minute. I know all these pictures are basically the same and I’m super cliche and part of the problem or whatever, but coachella was the best. I almost fainted from the heat on day 1, was covered in dust after day 2, didn’t get to see a lot of the people I wanted to see on day 3, slept in a tent and then in the back of a car and then in the car again. I’m sunburned. Dirty. Bruised. I’ve been tired and fuzzy for a week and am STILL mad I didn’t see any celebs. (HOW IS THAT POSSIBLE?) But tbh, I would give a lot to rewind and do it all over again and I get a little envious/joyful stab in the heart when I think of the people who are walking on to the grounds for the first time right this very minute. I know all these pictures are basically the same and I’m super cliche and part of the problem or whatever, but coachella was the best. I almost fainted from the heat on day 1, was covered in dust after day 2, didn’t get to see a lot of the people I wanted to see on day 3, slept in a tent and then in the back of a car and then in the car again. I’m sunburned. Dirty. Bruised. I’ve been tired and fuzzy for a week and am STILL mad I didn’t see any celebs. (HOW IS THAT POSSIBLE?) But tbh, I would give a lot to rewind and do it all over again and I get a little envious/joyful stab in the heart when I think of the people who are walking on to the grounds for the first time right this very minute. I know all these pictures are basically the same and I’m super cliche and part of the problem or whatever, but coachella was the best. I almost fainted from the heat on day 1, was covered in dust after day 2, didn’t get to see a lot of the people I wanted to see on day 3, slept in a tent and then in the back of a car and then in the car again. I’m sunburned. Dirty. Bruised. I’ve been tired and fuzzy for a week and am STILL mad I didn’t see any celebs. (HOW IS THAT POSSIBLE?) But tbh, I would give a lot to rewind and do it all over again and I get a little envious/joyful stab in the heart when I think of the people who are walking on to the grounds for the first time right this very minute.

I know all these pictures are basically the same and I’m super cliche and part of the problem or whatever, but coachella was the best. I almost fainted from the heat on day 1, was covered in dust after day 2, didn’t get to see a lot of the people I wanted to see on day 3, slept in a tent and then in the back of a car and then in the car again. I’m sunburned. Dirty. Bruised. I’ve been tired and fuzzy for a week and am STILL mad I didn’t see any celebs. (HOW IS THAT POSSIBLE?) But tbh, I would give a lot to rewind and do it all over again and I get a little envious/joyful stab in the heart when I think of the people who are walking on to the grounds for the first time right this very minute.

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And as much as I’d like to believe there’s a truth beyond illusion, I’ve come to believe that there’s no truth beyond illusion. Because, between ‘reality’ on the one hand, and the point where the mind strikes reality, there’s a middle zone, a rainbow edge where beauty comes into being, where two different surfaces mingle and blur to provide what life does not: and this is the space where all art exists, and all magic.
And - I would argue as well - all love. Or, perhaps more accurately, this middle zone illustrates the fundamental discrepancy of love. […] And just as music is the space between notes, just as the stars are beautiful because of the space between them, just as the sun strikes raindrops at a certain angle and throws a prism of color across the sky - so the space where I exist, and want to keep existing, and to be quite frank I hope I die in, is exactly this middle distance: where despair struck pure otherness and created something sublime.

The Goldfinch by Donna Tart

I just finished my now favorite book of all time and sobbed on a blanket at the park down the street. Day off work, 11 a.m., sunglasses laying in pieces next to me (I’d laid on them), hair blowing around still wet from my morning shower, hoodie draped over my head like a weird hat, my baggy white T-shirt acting as a kleenex. Total mess. Sobbing. Not out of sadness but because I just loved it so much. If you’re looking for a new book let this be it.

I don’t like this expression “First World problems.” It is false and it is condescending. Yes, Nigerians struggle with floods or infant mortality. But these same Nigerians also deal with mundane and seemingly luxurious hassles. Connectivity issues on your BlackBerry, cost of car repair, how to sync your iPad, what brand of noodles to buy: Third World problems. All the silly stuff of life doesn’t disappear just because you’re black and live in a poorer country. People in the richer nations need a more robust sense of the lives being lived in the darker nations. Here’s a First World problem: the inability to see that others are as fully complex and as keen on technology and pleasure as you are.

One event that illustrated the gap between the Africa of conjecture and the real Africa was the BlackBerry outage of a few weeks ago. Who would have thought Research In Motion’s technical issues would cause so much annoyance and inconvenience in a place like Lagos? But of course it did, because people don’t wake up with “poor African” pasted on their foreheads. They live as citizens of the modern world. None of this is to deny the existence of social stratification and elite structures here. There are lifestyles of the rich and famous, sure. But the interesting thing about modern technology is how socially mobile it is—quite literally. Everyone in Lagos has a phone.

Teju Cole (via christinefriar)

I appreciate this point and its validity, but I think this is attacking the wrong issue here. The “first world problems” movement is at its core a criticism of privileged ignorance. Sure, the words aren’t perfect, but anything that helps bring awareness to the fact that there are bigger problems to attend to than your perceived entitlement to an irritation-free existence - is a good thing in my opinion. Change the expression to something else, fine, but let’s focus on advancing the point of the message instead of parsing words. Am I missing the point here?

(via halemur)

I think so. Using the term “first world problems” is actually a result of privileged ignorance. We have a nasty habit of viewing the majority world as hopelessly uncivilized, which is demeaning. Referring to something as a “first world problem” or a “white whine” is implying that, by contrast, POC and people in the majority world are these strange animals that don’t have things like spotty wifi. I think you can’t compartmentalize the problem you want to address by using a catch phrase. The fact is that sometimes you have to step back and realize that if the hardest part of your average day is that Starbucks gave you full-sugar mocha instead of sugar free, hey that’s probably due to factors xyz that are structural and systematic and not easily encapsulated with a slogan.  

(via krissybear1984)

Gah - I was so ready to toss up my hands and say “You’re right, thank you for teaching me something” but then I read what you wrote I still feel the same way as before. It’s not that all your points aren’t totally valid - it’s that I still think they’re focusing on the wrong problem and pointing the finger at the wrong people. Either way, we’re all well-intentioned and on the same side and it’s given me something to think about.

(Source: fatmanatee)

I don’t like this expression “First World problems.” It is false and it is condescending. Yes, Nigerians struggle with floods or infant mortality. But these same Nigerians also deal with mundane and seemingly luxurious hassles. Connectivity issues on your BlackBerry, cost of car repair, how to sync your iPad, what brand of noodles to buy: Third World problems. All the silly stuff of life doesn’t disappear just because you’re black and live in a poorer country. People in the richer nations need a more robust sense of the lives being lived in the darker nations. Here’s a First World problem: the inability to see that others are as fully complex and as keen on technology and pleasure as you are.

One event that illustrated the gap between the Africa of conjecture and the real Africa was the BlackBerry outage of a few weeks ago. Who would have thought Research In Motion’s technical issues would cause so much annoyance and inconvenience in a place like Lagos? But of course it did, because people don’t wake up with “poor African” pasted on their foreheads. They live as citizens of the modern world. None of this is to deny the existence of social stratification and elite structures here. There are lifestyles of the rich and famous, sure. But the interesting thing about modern technology is how socially mobile it is—quite literally. Everyone in Lagos has a phone.

Teju Cole (via christinefriar)

I appreciate this point and its validity, but I think this is attacking the wrong issue here. The “first world problems” movement is at its core a criticism of privileged ignorance. Sure, the words aren’t perfect, but anything that helps bring awareness to the fact that there are bigger problems to attend to than your perceived entitlement to an irritation-free existence - is a good thing in my opinion. Change the expression to something else, fine, but let’s focus on advancing the point of the message instead of parsing words. Am I missing the point here?

(Source: fatmanatee)