Four days after cows broke into her home, a woman in Murfreesboro, Ark., says she’s still in shock.

I got the legs for the bed I’m working on today.

It’s tough to get to this bed, because of the crapflashular user interface, and once you do there’s virtually no information about it — thank you unspoken rules for beautiful furniture design web sites — and it probably costs more than your mom, but I love it.

I think for a male, if you want to be successful in this type of venture, you’re not a prostitute. You’re a surrogate lover. You encompass everything that’s required of you—not only emotionally, physically—but psychologically. Because women are wired differently. They’re much more sensitive creatures. You actually have to enjoy what you do. You can’t necessarily say, “Oh, it’s just a job.” You actually have to say it’s a passion. I think it’s the same situation as with anything that happens when you break apart a social institution. There has to be some kind of change in terminology to describe persons like myself. And it’s more of a civil rights thing now. Basically this is the first time in the economy of the United States that a male has actually stood up and said, “I want to do this for a living.” And be protected under law to do it. It’s just the same as when Rosa Parks decided to sit at the front instead of the back. She was proclaiming her rights as a disadvantaged, African-American older woman. And I’m doing the same. I’m actually standing up now, and hopefully I can be supported by the male community and be understood as a person. This actually isn’t about selling my body. This is about changing social norms.

Congratulations.

(via marginal revolution)

Fuckwads.

This is not my favorite setting to talk in. I think it would be much more rewarding for all of us if we could sit around and have a little taste and, in a very informal way, get down to the “nitty.” Then maybe later on, we could get down to the “gritty.” That’s the only way to talk about things, about life, about people. I don’t know who devised in the institutions of learning that we should have straight-back chairs, or have architecture that is very rigid and very formal. Whoever devised this system (and I suspect it’s mostly western Europeans) had no great compassion for the art of learning. You can’t learn anything under these conditions. They’re not conducive to learning. The greatest institutions I’ve attended have been somebody’s house, or sometimes in a kitchen, when a few people get around the table and start yakking. Sometimes it’s being out at the corner on some street. Sometimes it’s been in a bar. These are the kinds of atmospheres that people normally sit around and exchange ideas in.

—Charles White, lecture at Columbia University, February 10, 1975

(From the book I’m editing.)

I immediately thought of this.

The operator of a La-Z-Boy chair converted into a motorized vehicle — complete with a stereo and cup holders — has admitted that he crashed the piece of furniture after leaving a bar in Proctor, Minn., extremely drunk.