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Macy Hurwitz was born in Austin, Texas during that trying time in American history called the 80′s. She spent most of her young life singing metal tunes and chasing non-indigenous barnyard animals around her parents’ land in Sunset Valley.

After an unpromising adolescence, she attended St. Edward’s University and graduated Magna Cum Laude with a degree in English Writing and Rhetoric. During her college career, Miss Hurwitz acquired an amazing music collection, a strong aversion to ice cream and a taste for fine bourbon.

Upon her graduation, she disappeared into Europe, emerging suddenly several months later jabbering like a Spanish native and chastizing others for their tardiness.

Following a short stint at a small-town newspaper, Miss Hurwitz relocated to Washington, DC to pursue a career in scarves, overcoats and global reporting. She claims that the people there made comments about her exceptional rear end on a daily basis, and, hey, who can blame them?

After several more years on the hamster wheel some call "journalism," she has taken her talents to the Capitol Complex. She spends her spare time reading, gardening, two stepping, riding horses, running, hiking, tending to her wacky menagerie, and attending as many rock shows as possible.
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Paul’s only certification was provided instead by something called the National Board of Ophthalmology, which is very convenient because he operates that organization himself…The National Board of Ophthalmology has existed since 1999, when Paul ‘founded’ it, lists no more than seven doctors, and its address is a post-office box in Bowling Green, Ky. He had claimed to be certified by both boards, but Courier-Journal reporter Joseph Gerth quickly discovered that claim was false.

concretefemme:

look at this cop-hating suffragette kitty 

Holy shit, y’all. I think I’ve found my new favorite cat. Don’t tell Luci…

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macydwrites:

amandaonwriting:

PHD Comics: The Neurobiology of Writing

So true. Sometimes I get over the block by just writing SOMETHING. Even if it’s full of placeholders, especially if it’s terrible, just to get something on the page is helpful. I think this is partly because I tend to think I’m a better editor than writer.

RUN TELL THAT ELLEN. 

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nprbooks:

How, how has it taken so long for me to discover the awesomeness that is the Piebrarian? Avid reader and baker Hanna posts literature-inspired pie recipes every other Friday, complete with spoiler-free synopses and analyses of how her recipes relate to the chosen book — like the Bennet Sisters Tea Tart pictured here. 

Chocolate ganache infused with lavender and earl grey in a lemon sweet pastry crust, inspired by Pride and Prejudice by Jane Austen.

The chocolate ganache filling has five ingredients, one for each of the Bennet sisters. Lydia, decadent and silly, is the chocolate. Kitty, barely there (but still important), is the vanilla. Jane, sweet and wholesome, is the lavender. Lizzy, strong and a little bitter, is the earl grey tea. And Mary, sensible and slightly bland, holds it all together as the cream.

You can even browse pie recipes by canon and author — are you in the mood for cult classics? Comedies of manners? Neil Gaiman?

Now, if you’ll pardon me, it’s a perfect weekend to bake some Princess Bride-inspired blackberry-peach pie.

And just because I can’t resist … WHEN COME BACK BRING PIE!!

— Petra

Now I’m just pissed that I didn’t think of The Piebrarian myself. Fantastic. Can’t wait to make some literary pies!

smartgirlsattheparty:

Amy P. was recently on The Approval Matrix, and was asked about the difficulties the “modern man” face. 

Her response was perfect.

(gif via amypoehler, article via micdotcom)

YESSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSS MA’AM. 

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I named him T. Rex.

Here, I got you LBJ with a basket of puppies, if you’re into that kind of thing. 

Happy birthday to Lyndon Baines Johnson, who did great work on civil rights, declared war of poverty, shared Lady Bird with the world, and left behind the best presidential recording of all time. The man was particular about his pants. 

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rhomeporium:

A mother’s worst nightmare.

She was preaching

this gave me chills

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