#nathaniel rich

[punkgardener]

You guys should all read Losing Earth by Nathaniel Rich so you can all understand how. fucking. Close. We were. To large scale climate action.

I'm not done with the book yet but everything so far has made me want to scream at someone or start crying. We were so so fucking close.

[trvllngjwllr]

Film Review: Dark Waters (2020)

Dark Waters has Ruffalo fighting the good fight against corporate America Film goers will be familiar with the little guy taking on the big corporation genre. We’ve seen it before in The Insider, A Civil Action and Erin Brockovich. We’ve also seen Mark Ruffalo lead a team of investigative journalists as they try to uncover the dirty deeds of the Catholic Church in Spotlight. So Dark Waters on…

[thosesadsuburbanghosts]

Dark Waters (2019)

"The system is rigged. They want us to believe that it'll protect us, but that's a lie. We protect us. We do. Nobody else. Not the companies, not the scientists, not the government. Us."

[quotesfrommyreading]

To the sadism of white America, Davis contrasts the Native reverence for living creatures. Many North American tribes ascribed spiritual qualities to eagles, considering them avatars of strength and wisdom. For the Te’po’ta’ahl of California’s central coast, the bald eagle is the Creator himself. After constructing the world, Bald Eagle molds a man from clay, turns one of his feathers into a woman, and brings the man to life with a flap of his wings (in a plot twist, Bald Eagle next orders a coyote to inseminate Eve). Eagle feathers were used in religious ceremonies, dances, powwows, medicine rites, piercings, doll dresses—but of course all those feathers had to be plucked out of real birds, and preferably live ones.

Native peoples, who also told stories about balds abducting infants, silently endured their own “bird of paradox” ironies. Though Davis writes that they “spoke to animals as if speaking to an elder: with respect,” and that “many people today think of Indians as the original environmentalists,” he also must acknowledge that they killed loads of eagles. He describes parkas sewed out of the downy skin of eaglets, a dance troupe dressed in the feathers of 300 birds, and a ritual in which eaglets were sprinkled with cornmeal and squeezed to death. Some of the customs persist: The U.S. Fish and Wildlife Service’s National Eagle Repository, the legally designated morgue for every dead eagle in the nation, distributes feathers, heads, and entire corpses to various tribes for use in ceremonies. The agency also recently authorized the Hopi to seize 40 eaglets a year from their nests, douse them in cornmeal, and strangle them. Such horrors don’t begin to reach the scale or malice of the carnage wrought by white people, but I suspect eagles don’t share Davis’s reverence for Native customs.

  —  The Strange History of America’s Bald-Eagle Obsession

[outstanding-quotes]

“The idea was to start in New Orleans and from there we had no plan”

This has been the idea of many people who have come to New Orleans.

Nathaniel Rich, in the foreword to South and West by Joan Didion

[weirdlookindog]

Nathaniel Hawthorne's Hollow of the Three Hills

by Esteban Maroto (art) / Rich Margopoulos (story adaptation)

from Eerie #63, February 1975

source

[quaranmine]

pick a book for me to take on work travel

Ends of the World by Peter Brannen - nonfiction geology book about earth's previous mass extinction events. The author is also the writer of one of my favorite climate history Atlantic articles I read for a college assignments.

Into the Wild by Jon Krakauer - nonfiction true story of Chris Mccandless, who decided to leave society to live in the Alaskan wilderness and was later found dead. I want to read Into Thin Air too but I don't have a copy (my mom probably does but that won't help me for this trip)

Dune by Frank Herbert - do i have to describe what Dune is about at this point? I've never read it and I also refused to see the movies 'caues I wanted to read the book before doing so

A Song for the River by Philip Connors - nonfiction/memoir by the same author who wrote my beloved fire lookout book Fire Season. This book also has to do that, as well as a massive fire he witnessed in his national forest, but I think it's a lot more about grief and death.

What the Eyes Don't See by Mona Hanna-Attisha - nonfiction/memoir by one of the doctors who discovered the Flint water crisis. I'm actually already 90 pages into it but got distracted and haven't picked it up for like a year. It's very good and highly relevant to my work (though I don't do lead in tap water but you know it's great information to have)

[madeby-meru]

what if i what if i write a nath fanfic after im done with jason

[lasudio]

VeronaHills, Round Nine: Capp (C)

Cornwall and Nathaniel were enjoying a father-son breakfast of generously buttered toast when the boy asked a curious question.

"Daddy, who's the man in cape?"

"Well!" Cornwall rested his slice and flicked crumbs from his moustache. "I believe you're referring to Rich Mann." At Nathaniel's nod of affirmation through a mouthful, Cornwall continued. "You'll be seeing more of him. His son is marrying your cousin Juliette. So you see - he's becoming family."

Nathaniel considered this, his eyes wandering to the ceiling where thoughts often sat. Then he met his father's gaze and asked: "Will he be my grandfather?"

"Well - I don't know about that, Nathaniel. Tell you what. Let's book a session with a genealogist. They'll tell you all about your family tree."

The parental promise had been made before Cornwall even realised what he was saying. He made a mental note to hire a mid-tier genealogist - one who wouldn't ask too many questions or spot too many oddities regarding true parentage. After all, Nathaniel wanted a surprise grandfather, not a surprise sister!

A Capp meeting later that evening had Cornwall sharing Nathaniel's adorable request. "What a little dot he is," Goneril remarked, desert dry as ever. They plucked one potato chip after another from their packet. "He'd better hope the little Mann doesn't puss out."

"Gon!" Regan was aghast at her sibling's choice of word. It was a valid concern - Junior wasn't known for consistency - but Rich had spoken of a ring at the ready, so there was no need for such comments.

Cordelia's absence from the meeting just had the side effect of tongues being loosened somewhat.

[gailynovelry]

A while ago, we saw someone explain why they don’t like first person. Aside from “it’s shallow” (which feels like a shallow critique itself without more context), they cited a desire to understand what all the other characters in a scene are thinking and feeling, and I found that very interesting.

Because I don’t feel like every story benefits from knowing every character involved in it to such an intimate degree.

A lot of interesting speculation can be derived from gaps in the narrative. Why did he do that? What was her real motive there? The protagonist can speculate, but are they really the most objective source for that, or are you assuming that they are because they’re in the narrator seat, and they haven’t explicitly called themself unreliable?

First person creates a very specific opportunity to convey characters outside of the protagonist via showing and not telling.

It also creates a great opportunity to put your reader in a mental maze (the central narrator’s perspective) and give them a fun crumb trail out of it (the way that other characters react to the narrator).

I personally think that first person really shines under the right circumstances; and I think one of the best circumstances is when the central narrator has some horrendously skewed worldview. When they’re a fucked up little guy. When they think they know what’s up and they really, really don’t.

And when there’s other characters just as fun outside of them to force the reader to fill in the blank spaces for themselves.

Anyway, sometimes I feel like the push against first person is motivated by people being burned by boring, one-dimensional first person narrators and/or a distaste for common YA conventions. At other times, I feel like it’s motivated by the very bland desire to have the author shine a flashlight into every nook, cranny, and crevice of the narrative so that you don’t miss out on anything. I understand the desire to know more, but it's also fun to be able pick up the flashlight yourself as a reader!

No style of narration is inherently lesser than another. They just suit different readers and author's tastes.

[thecircusfreaks]

[comicwaren]

From X-Men Red Vol. 2 #011, “A Storm on the Horizon”

Art by Stefano Caselli, Jacopo Camagni and Federico Blee

Written by Al Ewing

[thesweetnessofspring]

There is truly no greater representation of Southern California living than Crazy Ex-Girlfriend.

[soffies]

S1E17 is literally the best one, look how happy Greg is singing and dancing "I gave you an UTI" and also the song is an absolute banger and Rebecca really is in love with him she even sings "omg I think I like you" another great song, but then everything onwards is shit until we're introduced to Nathaniel and I fucking live him and the my beloved Greg comes back and then I'm back to be torn between two great men and I'd fucking sing "the math of love triangles" with Mr Plimpton replacing Josh the simpleton. Sorry for the rambling I had to get it off my chest before the post S2E03 depression hits me.

[illfoandillfie]

totally off topic but ive been rewatching crazy ex girlfriend lately and boy there is a lack of nathaniel x reader fic because i guess the show came out at a time before reader inserts really happened but ohhh boy i am a little tempted to give it a try lmao if my rich asshole ben fics weren't already a thing i think id be even more tempted but frankly theres a lot of overlap there kfkdjfdf anyway hes the rotisserie chicken in my head rn and im trying to come up with a blurb inspired by something he does in the show because a couple other ideas i have are inspired by other characters sooooo

[mhedusard]

Translation-> "Kim is so susceptible, I have to be careful to what I Say, if I want to keep going with her"

WELL THAT REMIND ME OF SOMEONE