Come on, dogs.
The dog that just needs to catch some shut-eye before going out:
The dog that just wants to take a l'il nap:
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When was the last time you worked this hard?
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Hand me that red stuff.
What it usually means: A slang term used for a marijuana cigarette.
What it means when you're black: A method of wrapping the hair to preserve a straightened style.
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What it usually means: A term used for a crystalline substance harvested from sugar cane plants, usually used as a sweetener.
What it means when you're black: A term used for diabetes that affects 18.7 percent of blacks ages 20 or older.
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What it usually means: Of or related to ashes.
What it means when you're black: Skin in a state of dryness so extreme that it appears to be covered in ashes and will get you joked on if you get caught outside without putting on lotion.
In the aftermath of two air disasters in less than six months, Malaysia Airlines is in serious financial trouble and the end may be nigh.
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The crash of Flight MH17 comes at an extremely difficult time for Malaysia Airlines. Just four months ago, the company lost Flight MH370. That flight is still missing, and having two high-profile disasters back to back won't bolster the company's image, analyst Robert Mann, of R.W. Mann & Co., told BuzzFeed Thursday. "Unfortunately, this is not going to help that situation," he said.
Mary Schiavo agreed. Schiavo — a former inspector general of the U.S. Department of Transportation who now works as an attorney specializing in plane crashes — spoke with BuzzFeed Thursday and envisioned an airline that will be further wounded by tragedy.
Schiavo called Malaysia Airlines a "fading" company that was already destined for the history books even before recent disasters, and financial analysis bears out that conclusion. The airline has been losing money for years, with those losses continuing in 2013 "due to intense competition and its high cost structure." The airline has been unable to turn things around this year, and is still losing money even as it cuts ticket prices in an effort to fill its many empty seats.
In the aftermath of MH370's disappearance, things only got worse, with analysts arguing the incident had damaged the brand's reputation. And as of last month, analysts expected the company's second quarter earnings to be "the weakest ever." The full impact of losing Flight MH17 is yet to be seen, but if more customers avoid the airline — as Schiavo speculated could happen — its financial troubles will only deepen.
Still, the end may have been nigh for the company anyway. Schiavo compared MH17 to Pan Am Flight 103, which terrorists destroyed with a bomb in 1988. When Pan Am collapsed several years later, some pointed to the bombing as a contributing factor, Schiavo said, even though the airline was already struggling. Something similar happened with TWA Flight 800, which crashed in 1996 due to a short circuit. Schiavo said Malaysia Airlines may be destined for a similar fate. "I think the end of Malaysia Airlines was already in the offing," she added.
Henry Harteveldt, an analyst at Atmosphere Research Group, also told USA Today that Malaysia Airlines needs new leadership if wants to move forward.
Debris at the MH17 crash site near the village of Grabovo, Ukraine.
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“Either she behind me or in the corner so I had to call her racist ass out.”
A recent spike in the number of children crossing the U.S. border alone, and the subsequent strain on the immigration system, have sparked a national debate. Here is what you need to know.
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Through the end of June, border agents had apprehended more than 57,000 unaccompanied minors along the Southwest border, twice as many as they did all of last fiscal year.
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Because music = life.
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Rugby League steps up for a great cause.
His spinal cord wasn't severed but doctors predicted he may never walk again.
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A street value of $2.7 million, carried by someone with a Mexican government job in the United States.
In this file photo, anti-narcotics police chemists test cocaine.
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WASHINGTON — On the morning of April 25, Jose Moreno Serrano pulled his Dodge SUV into a border checkpoint in Arizona, ostensibly on his way to work at the Mexican Consulate in nearby Yuma.
Using his consulate VISA and SENTRI pass — essentially a "fast pass" for frequent border crossers — Moreno quickly moved through security and into the United States at 7:42 a.m.
Less than an hour later, Moreno was arrested by federal officials for transporting 100 pounds of cocaine, hidden in a secret compartment in his SUV.
With a street value of more than $2.7 million, the bust was a significant haul for the Immigration and Customs Enforcement division of the Department of Homeland Security. The arrest of Moreno — a low-level, consulate employee — highlights how deeply entrenched the drug cartels have become on both sides of the border.
Moreno, whose job at the consulate involved working with Mexican nationals involved in the U.S. criminal justice system, would later tell investigators "he was being paid $4,000 for the delivery," which was his second that week.
But court documents show DHS agents had opened an investigation into Moreno in the fall of 2013 and began keeping tabs on his comings and goings across the border.
Sometime between December and March, DHS agents placed a GPS tracking device on Moreno's SUV, at which time they discovered two hidden compartments built into the undercarriage of the vehicle.
Moreno remained under surveillance until the morning of April 25, when according to a DHS source familiar with the case, he deviated from his normal route to work. That aroused the suspicions of the two agents who were following Moreno.
Shortly after 7:45 a.m., the agents, identified in court documents as E. Tolman and F. Gonzalez, pulled Moreno over. They informed him they were conducting an "extended border search" — a legal doctrine that provides law enforcement with more leeway than under traditional search and seizure rules — of his vehicle.
Inside the hidden compartments agents found "several black taped packages … the combined gross weight of the packages is 45.85 kilograms/101.1 pounds," according to the court documents.
According to a Mexican government official Moreno, who worked in a non-diplomatic capacity, had his temporary contract with the consulate terminated after his arrest, and the Mexican government is not providing him with assistance in his pending legal case.
Between 2005 and 2011, 233,000 pounds of cocaine were seized along the southern border.
It’s repulsive and we need to stop pretending otherwise.
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The wait is how long?!
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1. OK, I really don't think the wait will be that bad. I mean, I feel that it's kind of a weird time to be going out to dinner.
2. WOW. This place is packed. Like, potential fire hazard packed.
3. People should not be bringing their kids this late to eat dinner.
4. Well, maybe it won't be too long of wait.
5. That hostess looks likes she totally hates her job.
6. That's RUDE, why would someone start talking to the hostess when it was clear that I was the next person in line to talk to her?
7. It's about time I got the hostess' attention.
8. How can the wait be THAT long?!
9. Ugh, I am already here, I might as well wait.
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10. Why do those cheesecakes in the case have to look so good?
11. I am definitely going to treat myself to a slice.
12. Why is there nowhere to sit while I'm waiting?
13. How have only 20 minutes passed?!
14. Is it too late to leave and go to another restaurant?
15. Fuck it. I am already here.
16. OK. Why are those people over there getting seated? I am pretty sure they got here after me.
17. HOLD. ON. I know that couple being seated definitely got here way after me.
18. YESSS! I don't think I've ever been so happy for restaurant pager to go off.
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Catherine Lacey, author of Nobody Is Ever Missing , on how writers both are and are not their characters.
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The reporter asked me if I'd ever been clinically depressed.
We were talking on the phone. I was walking through a more depressive stretch of Gowanus, a semi-depressing neighborhood. The sky was getting darker. The canal stunk.
I didn't say anything for a long moment, then I repeated her question.
"You're asking if I've ever been...diagnosed?"
I wasn't exactly surprised. She'd just read my book, a story about a woman's mental dissolve, and was tasked with writing a profile about me, a woman who wasn't (somehow!) mentally dissolved. This was my first introduction to the particular frustration of being conflated with a fictional character. I'd never worried that my family and real friends would confuse me with Elyria, the unhinged woman at the center of my book. And I didn't particularly care if total strangers assumed the novel was, like many first novels are, memoir in dark sunglasses and a headscarf. But it was this moment in Gowanus when I realized that when reporters tease out similarities between novelists and their protagonists, it's not only boring and lazy, but offensive to the whole point of writing fiction.
To tell the reporter that I'd never been ever clinically depressed might discredit the veracity of the emotional experience of the main character, but to tell her yes would be to feed into the idea that novelists are just a blink and a name away from their narrators. This is especially true of those who dare to write in first-person voice, and extra extra true, it seems to me, if you're a woman — as if all we can birth is more of ourselves.
Put on the spot by that reporter, I said I believed everyone experiences depression at some point, diagnosed or not. Anyone who has spent more than a few minutes with a 2-year-old should know there is a depthless rage and sorrow in every human, and anyone who thinks they're exempt from this is either lying or emotionally ignorant.
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But she persisted, telling me a story about her neighbor who couldn't get out of bed for days when she was at her worst. Had I ever felt something like that?
"I can always get out of bed," I told her, and that ended it.
In later interviews, some form of this question kept coming up: how much of the book is real, or based on a true story? How much of you is in the narrator and how much of the narrator is you?
I created a mental Venn diagram — Elyria, Me, and Elyria/Me. We've both been to New Zealand. Both hitchhiked. Both default to being solitary. But Elyria has no sense of humor; I'll laugh at nearly anything. She sleeps in public parks and garden sheds and dilapidated barns; I've never been that adventurous or desperate. Elyria has almost no ability to take care of herself, but I do. She despises being social; I rather like it. And though I can occasionally be a killjoy, or semi-dysfunctional, or anti-social — well, who isn't sometimes? The one difference I believed to be certain was that I'd never disappear on my family without warning, which Elyria does on page one. Disappearance had no appeal to me.
I believed this was true. I thought I was certain.
The title for the book, Nobody Is Ever Missing, came after a string of not-quite-right working titles, until I realized that this line from John Berryman's "Dream Song 29", a poem I knew almost by heart, was perfect. It's a blanket statement taken out of context that's true in some ways and deeply false in others, and after choosing it my attention fell more acutely on who and what does, it seems, go missing.
My neighborhood is occasionally speckled with flyers describing those who have disappeared and they always draw me in. I stare at the faded, xeroxed photographs, try to find something in their fuzzy eyes. It's been 19 days. She has a tattoo of a sphinx. He was last seen in Carroll Gardens. I could know him, I think; I may have seen her, years ago, in line at a grocery store. Though I know it's unlikely, I like to imagine that there was no crime or suicide, that the people in these soft photographs have gone missing of their own accord.
Recently, a friend at a dinner party mentioned that Agatha Christie went missing for an entire year only to return to her husband, refusing for the rest of her life to tell him where she'd been.
"No!" I said, "That's my fantasy!" It was only then, hearing myself say it, that I realized it was true. I didn't want to go missing in the way that necessitated a flyer or search party, but I've always loved the idea of just going. Why hadn't I seen this before?
In truth, I later learned, Agatha Christie was only gone for 11 days before being discovered at a hotel registered under a false name, but the idea of being gone for a year, of having a year's worth of unobserved time, all those solo days stretching long and soft, the meditative state of barely speaking, when everyone who sees you is a stranger, when you know you'll be forgotten by most anyone you come across — well, for as much as I love my friends and family it almost doesn't make sense that I long for that variety of aloneness as much as I do. How ephemeral everything becomes — it's some kind of holy.
It was after the dinner party that I realized how high vanishing has been on my list of pastime fantasies; it's probably the thing I have the most in common with Elyria, not the least. If I could somehow disappear for a while without making any loved ones anxious, I would. Even for only a few months — which is something I've actually approximated several times over the years in New Zealand, Japan, Europe, and Central America. (Though everyone has always known where I was going, dampening the thrill.) While gone I've tended to eschew calls home or internet or even speaking to locals when I can help it. Instead, I relish the temporary permission to vanish.
Why did it take trying to separate myself from the novel's protagonist to see one of the most basic similarities between us? Hidden in my purported wanderlust was a true love of being unfindable.
Are you the philosophical sloth or a lil cutie in a bucket?
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Nobody ever pulled off JNCOs.
Nothing said, "I'm a badass not a farmer," like having one strap down on your overalls. In reality you just looked like you were one of the Little Rascals.
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AKA the most "urban" gear a lot of kids from the suburbs ever wore.
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The shoes that put Skechers on the map! It's oh-so-mid '90s design was a weird cross between a hiking shoe and a sneaker. Plus, they were also chunky!
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It’s basically Bio-dome without Pauly Shore… thankfully.
Hawaii is ideal for the mission because the temperate weather and Mauna Loa's geological features, with no visible plant or animal life, resemble Mars.
This picture captures the first meeting of the crew members: Ross Lockwood, Casey Stedman, Lucie Poulet, Dr. Ronald Williams, Tiffany Swarmer, and Anne Caraccio.
‘Cause you still know all the moves to the Spice Girls videos.
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Well, at least until it started to hurt your ankles. Also, the annoyance of having the counter break on you.
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Then using your jump rope to play cat's cradle.
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