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Glee’s final season feels like an alternate universe historical dramedy about how the captain of the Titanic refused to acknowledge that his majestic vessel had smashed into an iceberg until nearly everyone had thrown themselves overboard into the freezing ocean, at which time he strapped dynamite to the parts of his ark that were still afloat and stood on the deck shouting and fuck you everyone who believed this ship was unsinkable, and fuck you to everyone who told me it was filling up with water, too! while the whole giant boat exploded into nautical smithereens and was devoured by a gay leviathan at the bottom of the sea.
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A letter to the young students (Sewol tragedy)

This is a letter by Kim Seong-kon who is a professor of English at Seoul National University and president of the Literature Translation Institute of Korea. Personally, I think this made a lot of sense. It is sad and frustrating that, many lives could not be saved because of errors which could have been avoided. R.I.P

Please spare some time to read this brilliant piece.

Dear young students under the sea, please forgive us for not being able to rescue you from the ill-fated ferry Sewol. As you have found out by now, we adults are so incredibly incompetent and irresponsible that you cannot count on us in times of emergency. When the disaster happened, we were hopelessly sloppy in the rescue mission, press releases and broadcasting. And we were flustered by the wrong information about the passengers. 

To your disappointment, we were incredibly slow to act as well, even though we were notoriously quick-tempered. For example, we wasted the crucial first two hours when the ferry was still afloat and the first day when the sea was relatively calm and the current was rather placid. We lost the golden opportunity to rescue you from the sinking ship. Instead of launching a prompt, large-scale rescue operation, we just moved around this way and that in confusion, not knowing what to do. As a result, not a single passenger was rescued after the second day. Our incompetence and tardiness broke the hearts of your parents and siblings, who were desperately waiting for your safe return. 

Dear young students under the sea, we were also appalled to learn that the captain and his crew abandoned the ship and fled without any attempt to rescue you. How he could be so irresponsible and cowardly is beyond us, but surely this reflects a chronic problem of our society. When the Korean War broke out, for example, our political leader hastily escaped to a local city, destroying the Han River Bridge, so no one else could escape from Seoul. It was good to see President Park rush to the accident site and meet with the victims’ angry parents to comfort them, which obviously was not an easy thing to do.

Dear children trapped in the sunken ship, please accept our heartfelt apologies for the tragic accident. We should not have let the ferry leave port and begin the perilous voyage in the first place. Reportedly, the departure was delayed for a few hours due to foggy weather. Then, before the departure, we should have checked whether emergency gear such as life vests, lifeboats and emergency sliding devices properly worked. But we were completely negligent. A ferry full of young students should be treated like a treasure ship to be handled with extra care. Instead, we treated you as if you were cheap cargo on board at a group discount fare. Our indifference culminated in assigning a 69-year-old substitute captain to your ferry. 

Dear young students under the dark sea, we are so ashamed to confess that we were not prepared for such a disaster at all. When Japan was hit by the tsunami a few years ago, our newspaper columnists derided the Japanese people by writing, “The Japanese are people who follow the manual faithfully. Therefore, when an accident not described in the manual happens, they are at a loss.” Now we come to realize that we do not even have a manual to follow, or ignore the manual if there actually is one. Besides, the Japanese disaster was a natural one, but ours was caused by human error. 

Dear young students under the cold sea, we are also ashamed of ourselves, because we do not possess the proper sense of safety. Traditionally, we think that being cautious about safety is not manly. In order not to look like sissies, therefore, we have always deliberately ignored safety measures. Consequently, we let you go down under the deep, dark sea without a chance to be rescued. 

Now we belatedly realize that the Ministry of Security and Public Administration should change its name to the Ministry of Safety and Public Administration, so it can concentrate on the safety of the people, rather than on national security. The Ministry of Education should also abolish totally unnecessary student field trips once and for all, so this kind of tragic accident won’t happen again in the future. 

Dear children, please understand that our Coast Guards and divers did their best to rescue you despite high tides and roaring waves. Nevertheless, it was a shame that South Korea, a country famous for its shipbuilding and advanced technology, was totally incompetent when faced with the disaster. We hope that the sunken ferry is not a microcosm of our society. We now realize that it is not K-pop or IT that makes Korea an advanced country. We should overhaul the system and effectuate the Sewol-ho law immediately, so no similar disaster happens in the future and no sea captain abandons his ship before rescuing all his passengers. 

Dear young students under the sea, we adults are grief-stricken and will suffer an unmitigated sense of guilt for the rest of our lives. You may not be with us anymore, but surely you will live in our hearts in the years to come. 

By Kim Seong-kon


I want to talk about deck prisms because they’re clever and pretty looking.

On old ships, the only sources of light below deck were often candles and oil burning lamps, both of which could easily be dangerous on a wooden ship. Another (safer) solution to the lighting problem was the use of deck prisms. These were made of glass and set into the upper deck, flush with the boards, and they drew light down into the lower deck that was the equivalent of a 30 watt bulb.

This example is from the Charles W. Morgan, a wooden New Bedford whaleship built in 1841 that is still afloat, and the last of its kind.

Amidst all the sad tales of great bookstores going under, the Strand remains a fixture of the New York lit scene. At VultureChris Bonanos explores the many reasons why the Strand is still afloat, among them the store’s increasing sales of new books. You could also read our own Janet Potter on her lifelong infatuation with bookstores.

The USS Constitution was launched in 1797 and remains the world’s oldest commissioned warship still afloat. This year, the ship is getting the restoration work it needs - 3,400 sheets of copper that protect its hull will be replaced. The project is expected to cost $15 million and take three years to complete. Photograph by Charles Krupa—AP.

On The Subject Of FitzSimmons

Everyone relax. The ship’s still afloat. 

The writers made it blatantly obvious over the course of the episode that Simmons and Fitz are basically soulmates. The thought of Fitz coming for her is what kept her sane until she met Will. When she saw the flare, she instantly knew it was Fitz. For a while, she was having Castaway-style conversations with a picture of the guy. And to bring the point home, Will said this out loud halfway through the episode. 

So why did Simmons fall for Will? Easy. He was the last man in the world, and a very attractive one at that. He’d saved her life several times over by that point, and she’d returned the favor. It was these two against the world, in the most literal fashion possible. Keeping your pants on in that scenario is pretty much impossible. If she had to choose between Will and Fitz, it wouldn’t be a question, but there wasn’t a choice to be had. She got together with Will because Will was the only person she had on-hand to comfort her.

And Will knows this. Why do you think he stayed behind while Simmons made a run for the portal, fighting what could very well the physical manifestation of death itself? Yes, he clearly loves Simmons, and he’d sacrifice himself for her in a heartbeat, but that’s not entirely the answer. There was nothing for him back on Earth, nothing but Simmons, and he knew he was fated to become the third wheel if the two of them survived. So instead of making his own run for safety, risking the possibility that It would go for Simmons instead, he stayed behind to ensure that Simmons got back to her second half. If he does survive, he’ll probably break the relationship off the minute he sees the sun again. Or Mockingbird will just beat the crap out of him, because she is to FitzSimmons as a grizzly bear is to her cubs. 

And if you don’t believe me, remember: this ship was literally at the bottom of the ocean at one point, and all that did was slow it down a bit. After everything, there’s no way in hell the writers will scuttle the S.S. Fitzsimmons now. There’s been too much screentime and too much character development for this not to happen. 

We’re safe. Trust me. 

“Mnnh…mmm…” Cal groaned as his fingers traced over his shirt and he subconsciously tugged the edges up over his chest. His skin was heated and his stomach burned something nasty as his tongue flicked at the cigarette that had clung to his slightly wet lips over night. He could still taste the shots of whiskey he had had too many of the night before, and the room still felt afloat as his head swung from one side to the other. Tracing his fingers up over his abs and chest to his mouth he adjusted the cigarette to his lips properly and began to search for his lighter in his jeans’ shallow pockets. “Fuuuck meee..” He moaned as he finally opened his eyes into a slight squint, and the first thing he noticed was that this couch wasn’t his. He couldn’t remember where he was or who he’d went home with.

The information is everywhere, a constant feed in our hands, in our pockets, on our desktops, our cars, even in the cloud. The data stream can’t be shut off. It pours into our lives a rising tide of words, facts, jokes, GIFs, gossip and commentary that threatens to drown us. Perhaps it is this fear of submersion that is behind this insistence that we’ve seen, we’ve read, we know. It’s a none-too-convincing assertion that we are still afloat. So here we are, desperately paddling, making observations about pop culture memes, because to admit that we’ve fallen behind, that we don’t know what anyone is talking about, that we have nothing to say about each passing blip on the screen, is to be dead.

White people are terrified at becoming minorities “in Amerikkka, I say in American because globally they’re already minorities.

Look at the negative comments, and actions they’re displaying towards black people and other people of color.

What they’re seeing now is the breaking point of people of color. We’re tired, it’s only so much racism, violence, abuse, rejection, alienation, lack of representation and hatred we can take. It’s 2015, there’s no damn reason racism should be a thing anymore, but they’re still keep afloat because they don’t want to give up their privilege. Especially older whites. Younger whites have been benefiting from racism for so long they’e also afraid of giving up their privilege. Their fear of becoming minorities in itself proves that racism exists, and it also proves that they know people of color have been treated like shit.

One day, one rhyme- Day 793

Water drops on a window pane
Like rain soldiers on a campaign
Heading towards some common goal,
A continuous downward role
Leaving behind faint water trails.
Against water, the glass prevails,
Stands strong through the heaviest storm
A triumph of its fragile form.
The vanquished droplets are now found
In growing puddles on the ground,
While smaller indoor counterparts
Are forming from our breaking hearts.
Ever turbulent salty seas
No match for lifeboat memories,
And so those of us that are left
Still afloat, albeit bereft,
Can know the window will remain
For when the sun while shine again.

In loving memory of Andrew John Monteith 1933-2016

Though you go where I cannot follow, I will someday.