our presence at their events only legitimizes their existence Here’s something else, Hillary: For a girl who likes to have a plan, you are going to take a lot of leaps of faith. I can’t promise they’ll all work out the way you want them to. But I can promise that you will learn from every single one of them. When your fellow students at Wellesley ask you to give the graduation speech on behalf of the class of 1969, you’ll be humbled and a little terrified. Do it anyway. Down the road, your tall, handsome boyfriend who’s crazy about politics will ask you to move to Arkansas with him. It will be a pretty outlandish suggestion—in fact, your friend Sara will spend the entire drive to Little Rock trying to talk you out of it—but your heart will steer you right. Later, that same man will encourage you to run for the U.S. Senate: “You’d be great at it. I’d love to vote for you.” You should do that, too. Oh, and when president-elect Barack Obama says he wants to talk to you about a job opportunity in his cabinet, hear him out. Serving your community, your state, and your country will be the greatest privilege of your life. Pittsburgh, Philadelphia, New York City, and much of CanadaImages published by theTelegraph Everything about Shamir is shining: the crown, the septum piercing, the sunglasses, the smile. Shamir’s music, too, glistens — it’s why Coachella chose him to close out the festival’s two Saturdays at midnight. His songs are every type of sheen, from the hard, ostentatious sequins of “On the Regular” to the smooth, comforting satin of the emotional “Darker.” You can dance yourself clean or cry yourself calm to Shamir’s music. Most times, you can do both at once.ContentView Iframe URL