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Sure, here are the steps:

Go to “Settings” in the account menu.

In the sidebar where it says “Blogs,” click on the blog you want to back up.

You’ll see the page that lets you edit the appearance of the blog, etc. At the bottom, you should see a button that says “Export blog.” Click that.

Tumblr will now take a shitload of time to create the backup (hours, or maybe even days if your blog has a ton of media posts) but eventually it’ll send you a link to download the backup. You don’t have to keep your browser open for that time, by the way.

you can leave Tumblr and go to another social network, but if that gets sufficiently popular it will face the same threat, there is no escape.

the last bastion of freedom is the open web, and I anticipate the day when mobile Safari blocks access to sites that aren’t signed by Apple, for security reasons.

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the dude’s name was su dongpo (also known as su shi). his original poem went like this:

稽首天中天，

毫光照大千，

八風吹不動，

端坐紫金蓮

(Humbly bowed my head below all skies Minutest lights shine through my deepest bounds Immovable by strong winds from eight sides Upon purplish gold lotus I seated straightly by the low mound) (x)

on which his friend wrote “放屁” (fart, literally), and you know the rest.

Please tell me I don’t need to write it myself….

He captures Captain America with magic and tricks (and maybe some helpless civilians to use as human shields, we know Cap wouldn’t shoot an innocent even if the Evil Overlord was standing behind the guy). He does it himself, not trusting his minions to take Cap alive. Then back as his lair, he does the urbane supervillain thing, offering Cap food and first aid and so on.

“Go ahead and enjoy my hospitality, Captain, you’ll be leaving in the morning. Alive and unharmed.”

“What, you captured me just so you could let me go? Why?”

“Because I have something to show you. Something which I think will convince you that you should be my ally, not my enemy. You and your shield-brothers.”

“There is nothing you could possibly show me that would convince me of that.”

He’s letting Steve know he has nothing to fear from him.

He doesn’t invite Steve to sit down, probably realizes Steve would refuse just on principle. So Steve sits in the chair across from him without being invited.

Loki’s eyes twinkle at the sight. He anticipated the whole damn thing. There’s just no way to out-chess this guy.

Luckily, Steve isn’t actually here to play chess. He folds his arms, waits.

Looking infuriatingly smug - seriously, if it weren’t for his alien superstrength Steve would punch that smirk off his face - Loki presses a button on the intercom on the nearby table. “Send the Winter Soldier in.”

The Winter Soldier? Natasha had told them that ghost story, showed them the scar on her stomach. He’d been skeptical; sure, she’d come up against an incredible assassin, but the whole story was just too crazy.

It wasn’t like super-soldiers, space aliens, or people who could turn into huge green monsters were real, after all.

A door opens, and in walks….

Oh god. Oh god. Oh god.

Steve doesn’t remember standing up, walking (or running?) over to - to him, he doesn’t know how it happened, just that they’re hanging on to each other, touching to see if they’re real, Steve hears that voice that he expected never to hear again, he looks at the familiar face and expressions and sees the recognition in his eyes and it’s him. God help them, it’s him.

A minute later, out of the corner of his eye Steve sees Loki leaving the two of them alone. 

Loki isn’t smirking anymore.

It’s a very strange combination of luxury and mandatory.  It’s like if someone told you that in order to be considered for many jobs, you need to go on a first-class cruise around the world.  Sure, it sounds really nice and enriching, but it’s not something most eighteen-year-olds are prepared to pay for, and also why?

I understand the arguments for a well-rounded liberal arts education, and I even kind of agree with them.  A generation of people trained only to do their jobs would be poorer for it.  But a generation of people borrowing $30,000 a year to learn about rhetorical traditions of ancient Greece are literally poorer for it.  I think our priorities are kind of screwed there.

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As for the stress once you’re in college, I think the best thing to do (and easier said than done) is to use college.  As much as possible, don’t focus on “how can I succeed?”, but on “what can I get out of this?”

It’s really easy and destructive to develop this weird mental divide between a class and the thing the class is about–to learn how to pass the Statistics final instead of learning how to understand statistics.  And that sucks.  It makes the class into an unpleasant slog, it makes it much harder to pass the class, and it means that at the end, all you’ve got in the bank is some credit hours and a grade, instead of an actual skill.

When you add in grade and deadline anxiety, mandatory classes in subjects that don’t interest you, and the constant nagging sense of “I have to pass this because I’m paying so much for it,” it gets really hard to step back and take in what should be a great experience.  You get to spend all day having experts teach you about anything you want to learn about!  That should be awesome!  How did we possibly fuck things up so badly that it isn’t?