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This will end well …
Impressive! We only have a Red Bull-branded mini-fridge that’s running low on its stock of beer: http://instagr.am/p/K_S9UvHrL4/.
This should end well…
Impressive! We only have a Red Bull-branded mini-fridge that’s running low on its stock of beer: http://instagr.am/p/K_S9UvHrL4/.
Whoa! Zuckerberg’s Sugarland moment this morning.
Happy IPO Day, $FB! Facebook officially became public this morning when Mark Zuckerberg rang the NASDAQ opening bell from Facebook HQ around 6:30am local time.
(Source: Yahoo!)
AdWeek requires you to share certain stories in order to finish reading them. Why would I want to share something I can’t read? And is there anything more desperate a publisher can do? Gross.
15th Street in New York City from the High Line
(Source: wbsloan, via kirklove)
… Michelle was like “I TOLD YOU SO.”
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Every year I find myself wondering why Hollywood celebrities would want to fly East to sit in a cavernous hotel ballroom in a town famous for its lack of style. But then I find myself in conversations with random celebrities, many of whom are clearly extremely interested in specific issues and in the overall political landscape.
The most surprising conversation I had at a dinner was a few years back when I was introduced to Kim Kardashian and she became intrigued by last name’s Armenian heritage. She began to educate me about the Armenian genocide well beyond anything I had ever known prior to meeting the Hollywood starlet. It was a good thing she steered the conversation and informed me all about this issue near and dear to her because I had never seen her reality TV show and didn’t know what we would talk about. Who woulda thunk?
—David Chalian, DC Bureau Chief, Yahoo News
We’ve asked our bureau about their favorite memories of White House Correspondents’ Dinners past …
President Barack Obama arrives at at Buckley Air Force Base, Tuesday, April 24, 2012, in Aurora, Colo. (Carolyn Kaster/AP)
Welcome to our new feature (that by Tumblr necessity must end with a question mark):
“What would you caption this photo?”
So President Obama wandered into a bar in Boulder, Colo., and this Instagram happened. (via @madloid55)
(Source: all-you-need-is-naya)
“You know what my problem is? I’m too nice.”
“I mean here’s this stupid question just hanging out there for me, a meatball, and I’m thinking, do I play this off, pretend it’s fine, say “good question” through gritted teeth - or do I turn on that thing and jack it to the cheapies?”
“These poor fools, with their crappy notebooks, and their failing recorders, and their stinkin’ badges. Hyenas hunting for scraps. How miserable it must be to be a reporter, to get up every day confronted by the vast maw of your own ignorance and irrelevance. Not seeing the sword of Damocles is hanging right there, ready to gut that stupid question and leave the entrails hanging, a feast for the stronger journalists.”
“So I keep saying maybe I should go easy on them. Maybe it’s hard enough chasing after men of purpose all your life begging for leftovers. Maybe it’s bad enough going through life knowing that when that semi truck flattens you, all you’re gonna leave behind is an archive at Slate. And not even a good archive. Sweet Cthulhu, your best hope is to someday be referred to as the poor man’s Suellentrop.”
“But then I hear again that soft, firm whisper from lovely Callista in my ear, as we looked out at the wide Aegean: ‘They are ants, my love. Ants. And ants were made for stomping. And you, Newton Leroy, were put on this earth to stomp them good.’”
“And I know she is right.”
“This curbstomp’s for you, baby.”
Yahoo! News: This year marks the first year at the White House Correspondents’ Dinner!
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