January 2010
28 posts
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the #10yearsago bit got me wondering, so I found the journal from that year. According to the written evidence, ten years ago I was able to write the following things without any discernible irony:
I’ve decided that it’s a terrible idea to like anyone. Love sounds like an even worse idea.
I’ve just come in from going to see the botanical gardens all lit up, and I had the...
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“I think everyone should always have an improbable quest playing at the edges of...”
– Rob Brezny’s Free Will Astrology (via The [paper] Stranger)
Maaaan. Really?
December 2009
33 posts
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About two weeks ago, I was explaining to a friend that I wanted someone to make this. The design and execution of it bring me soul-deep joy.
(via someone, but I cannot remember who)
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All I want for Christmas is this font.
That’s a damn lie. But it is one of the things. (It is possible that I should decide these things before Christmas Eve.)
(via johnsnavely)
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Walcott, Omeros:
She touched both worlds with her rainbow, this frail dancer leaping the breakers, this dart of the meridian.
She could loop the stars with a fishline, she tired porpoises, she circled epochs with her outstretched span; she gave a straight answer when one was required,
she skipped the dolphin’s question, she stirred every spine of a sea-egg tickling your palm rank with...
[Hard Candy Christmas by Seattle Men’s...
After putting the mini dancing Santa figurines...
Mom: It's almost a Midwestern Christmas in here!
Me: What's a "Midwestern Christmas"?
Mom: Decorations on every surface!
Anaïs Nin (via sometimesagreatnotion):
There are very few human beings who receive the truth, complete and staggering, by instant illumination. Most of them acquire it fragment by fragment, on a small scale, by successive developments, cellularly, like a laborious mosaic.
Emily Dickinson:
Tell all the Truth but tell it slant— Success in Circuit lies Too bright for our infirm Delight The...
It’s not often that I miss Connecticut, but right now I’m sitting here in frong of a weird light therapy lamp on a grey Seattle day looking through pictures of the gorgeous (albeit crippling) snowstorm on the East Coast this weekend. Which makes me wish—just a little—that I were in my apartment in Stafford Springs, putting on boots and gloves to walk through the bright snow to the...
“It’s just easier being a human being [on the internet] — not surprisingly, given...”
– Caitlin Moran, “Goodbye Cruel World”
(via frageelaytwit)
I just found myself getting worked up over the phrase “A Large Page Length” in a promotional excerpt from a promotional book about white paper marketing, and the familiar taste of self-righteous rage (HE MEANS “TOO LONG.” WHY THE FUCK WOULD YOU SAY “A LARGE PAGE LENGTH” WHEN YOU MEAN “TOO LONG?”) is telling me it’s time for a quick dose of...
ewilcox:
poetbabble:
Perhaps no person can be a poet, or even enjoy poetry, without a certain unsoundness of mind.
-Thomas Babington Macaulay
Dominant themes around here: poetry, insanity. I endorse both.
“The only people for me are the mad ones, the ones who are mad to live, mad to...”
– Jack Kerouac
woke with this stuck in my head again. People always include the rambly bit about the roman candles and the burning (which makes it much hipper and more profound), but the simpler start seems like the real point to me; the only people for me are the mad ones.
Derek Walcott, Omeros:
Once the rains passed they took the olive Land Rover round the shining island, up mornes with red smudges of fresh immortelles with old things to discover;
the deep-green crescents held African villages that, over centuries, had roofed their shacks with tins, erected a square stone church, until by stages,
the shacks would creep down the ridges to become towns. That was...
steampoweredmedia:
“Sunday Morning Coming Down”...
Every Person on the Planet
merlin:
steelopus:
It’s almost 2010 and you’re telling me that you aren’t going to treat every person on the planet like a potential customer?
It is, indeed, almost 2010, and I am, indeed, absolutely telling you that. At length.
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Yay Merlin. Go Merlin.
chickpea ragout, winter edition
Get yourself:
about half an onion
a few cloves of garlic
some scallions
1 chili pepper in adobo sauce (from a can)
a can of diced tomatoes (the regular size one, not the giant one)
a can of chickpeas (should match the tomato can)
olive oil, salt, pepper
some short pasta
Now:
chop everything except your two whole cans and put your pasta water on to boil.
heat the oil in a pan. toss...
L. M. Montgomery (Anne of Avonlea):
“What a foolish, frivolous person I must be,” she sighed. “I’m wholesomely ashamed to think that a new dress…even if it is a forget-me-not organdy…should exhilarate me so, when a good conscience and an extra contribution to Foreign Missions couldn’t do it.”
“Mr. Bell says he’s a minister of the old school, but Mrs. Lynde says...”
– L. M. Montgomery, Anne of Avonlea
reading myself some comfort food.
the last week
has involved:
a trip to the emergency room for dehydration after eating something involving a virus.
a lot of unpleasantness.
some boredom.
buckets and buckets and buckets of care from my family.
substantial reflection about strength and energy and how much I take both for granted.
a good hospital and very nice doctor.
several more buckets of love and care.
I am grateful. Tired, and...