Toru Hashimoto, the young, brash mayor of Osaka who is co-leader of an emerging conservative political party, also said that U.S. troops currently based in southern Japan should patronize the local sex industry more to help reduce rapes and other assaults.
Sometimes, the line between being a total douchenozzle and being outspoken is a thin one.

This is not one of those cases.

Don’t Give Up - Peter Gabriel ft. Kate Bush

I went exploring yesterday, between classes. I stumbled across a building that has got to be one of the coolest on campus, and one of the hardest to get around. I decided to poke around, and after about 15 minutes, found these little cube rooms, with nobody in them. They held the most comfortable chairs I’ve sat in, and had a little table and a whiteboard. I thought, “I’ll have to go there sometime to do some work!”

Today, I went. Walking in there was exciting this time; the building has been deserted every time I’ve been there. I knew the way, and the room wasn’t locked! I noticed there were a few others, but didn’t look inside.

I began writing my paper.

About an hour in, I hear a knock on the door, and see a smiling guy with long hair and a skateboard outside. I invite him in. After all, it wasn’t my room!

He introduced himself, and asked if I’d been there before. “Nope, I haven’t.” “Oh! How’d you find it?” “I was just exploring a while ago, and figured I’d come back.” He was visibly relieved. He welcomed me, and told me what this place was.

My new friend was from the cube over. He told me they were never locked, how to get power, AC, and how to get into the bathroom. He said there were maybe ten of us who used this place. He was super happy to meet someone else who studies and works here, and said I was more than welcome to use it. If I needed any of their help, I should just ask. They were a bunch of different majors and years, and could probably at least figure out some way to start on any class assignment.
There was just one condition.
I could never tell anyone else where this place was.
I agreed.

I think I like this place.

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Abu Hurayrah rahimahullaah reported that Allaah’s Messenger (sallallaahu ‘alayhi wa sallam) said:
“When a human being dies, his deeds are terminated except for three types: an ongoing sadaqah (charity or free giving), a knowledge from which others benefit, and a righteous child who makes du’aa (an invocation or calling-out to God in remembrance) for him.”
Just found this in my notes from two years ago. Man! We read some cool things back then, didn’t we?
This darksome burn, horseback brown,
His rollrock highroad roaring down,
In coop and in comb the fleece of his foam
Flutes and low to the lake falls home.

A windpuff-bonnet of fáwn-fróth
Turns and twindles over the broth
Of a pool so pitchblack, féll-frówning,
It rounds and rounds Despair to drowning.

Degged with dew, dappled with dew
Are the groins of the braes that the brook treads through,
Wiry heathpacks, flitches of fern,
And the beadbonny ash that sits over the burn.

What would the world be, once bereft
Of wet and of wildness? Let them be left,
O let them be left, wildness and wet;
Long live the weeds and the wilderness yet.
Gerard Hopkins, “Inversnaid”

Copyright and all rights held by Bill Watterson.

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