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the little gerbil (on the left) ps: do people still do GPOYW?...

Wed, 05 Aug 2009 19:56:36 -0400

the little gerbil (on the left)

ps: do people still do GPOYW? tumblr, take me back!

heyblondie: Fordlandia, Brazil This is insane.

Wed, 05 Aug 2009 19:38:57 -0400

heyblondie:

Fordlandia, Brazil

This is insane.

no war no more

Wed, 05 Aug 2009 19:36:59 -0400

on my evening please-pee-outside-and-not-inside walk with the little gerbil i could have sworn i heard conor oberst performing “down by the riverside” near the old fermi lab. turns out it was just some old man protesting in front of the monument that commemorates the first sustained nuclear reaction. someone handed me a pamphlet that read “morality to change the world—with or without God(s).”

oh hey i turn 20 tomorrow! an open letter to my negligent boyfriend

Tue, 02 Jun 2009 23:50:45 -0400

i keep trying to google my grandpa to thank him and grandma for the birthday money they sent me but i keep either getting their e-mail that i know they never check OR i get my dad (like you, my dad is a junior)

my dad! this is hilarious to me. “dr. gage” hahahaha. he looks like a 12 year old in his picture. he is also the only non-asian on the scientific team. i am so racist! i love hao and elut and ye song! ye song always lets me have sake at company parties! i took two vicodin but it is not doing much.

where are youuuuuu

tune in

Mon, 01 Jun 2009 22:59:06 -0400

my aunt’s gonna be on the today show this friday, modeling maternity wear and being all fertile and shit

this dude is coming to live with me soon. he needs a name. any...

Tue, 26 May 2009 23:58:00 -0400

this dude is coming to live with me soon. he needs a name. any suggestions?

thisrecording: I’m not sure what I’d like to be

Tue, 26 May 2009 20:36:08 -0400

thisrecording:

I’m not sure what I’d like to be

are you there, grandpa? it's me, david copperfield.

Tue, 21 Apr 2009 20:05:03 -0400

are you there, grandpa? it's me, david copperfield.

"if the gods bring to you a strange and frightening creature, accept the gift as if it were one you..."

Sun, 12 Apr 2009 22:10:36 -0400

“

if the gods bring to you
a strange and frightening creature,
accept the gift
as if it were one you had chosen.

say the accustomed prayers,
oil the hooves well,
caress the small ears with praise.

have the new halter of woven silver
embedded with jewels.
spare no expense, pay what is asked,
when a gift arrives from the sea.

treat it as you yourself
would be treated, brought speechless and naked
into the court of a king.

and when the request finally comes,
do not hesitate even an instant—

stroke the white throat,
the heavy, trembling dewlaps
you’d come to believe were yours,
and plunge in the knife.

not once
did you enter the pasture
without pause,
without yourself trembling,
that you came to love it, that was the gift.

let the envious gods take back what they can.

”

- jane hirshfield, each moment a white bull steps shining into the world

"Taste is not an imaginative invention but a limning of what a thing really is in its subtlest sense."

Thu, 09 Apr 2009 23:09:17 -0400

“Taste is not an imaginative invention but a limning of what a thing really is in its subtlest sense.”

- herwitz, aesthetics

Photo

Thu, 09 Apr 2009 23:04:00 -0400

illusions

Thu, 09 Apr 2009 23:02:00 -0400

in order to accept copernicus, we must accept that our senses fail us.

"magic is not about watching something you can’t explain. it’s about watching something..."

Thu, 09 Apr 2009 22:58:39 -0400

“magic is not about watching something you can’t explain. it’s about watching something inexplicable. [the spectator] doesn’t experience being fooled; he experiences an impossibility.”

- ortiz, designing miracles

"but who laughed in the end? on emptying the hogshead, there was found at the bottom an old key with..."

Thu, 09 Apr 2009 22:53:08 -0400

“but who laughed in the end? on emptying the hogshead, there was found at the bottom an old key with a leathern thong tied to it.”

- on the delicacy of taste— cervantes, don quixote.

oh god, my boyfriend is a viral video star

Thu, 12 Mar 2009 20:46:20 -0400

oh god, my boyfriend is a viral video star:

also seen on: break.com, andrew sullivan, the horror on my parents’ faces.

about last night

Mon, 02 Mar 2009 18:04:54 -0500

how does one mourn the death of a drunk driver?

does it matter whether others were involved or if she was alone in running into the I-55 guardrail?

do we judge drunk drivers for the single incident, or their whole lives? do we say “of course” when we learn the drunk driver was a member of a sorority? do we care what kind of car the drunk driver drove? do we dwell on the fact that the 19-year-old drunk driver was driving home from a downtown bar?

and does it matter that she was a standout swimmer and excellent student? do we care about the drunk driver’s dead mother and disabled younger sister?

are we mad at others for the drunk driver’s actions (“you should have taken the keys!”), or does the responsibility lie solely with the drunk driver?

in the obituaries and other notices, do we mention the drunk driving? do we merely say “car accident”? what are the repercussions of ignoring a serious issue? what are the considerations for remembering the deceased?

went to the edvard munch exhibit at the art institute on...

Sun, 15 Feb 2009 22:39:33 -0500

went to the edvard munch exhibit at the art institute on valentine’s day.

Philoctetes

Tue, 03 Feb 2009 19:52:46 -0500

magicmolly:

“You do not HAVE a body. You ARE a body.”

This is what a former teacher answered (sternly) to a student who commented on a Greek play which centers around a guy who gets exiled because his rotting foot smells bad.

Good reminder! Doubly relevant if you are sick, leaking, throbbing. Sniffle.

thisrecording: In Which Pluto Needs To Be Loved Just Like Any...

Mon, 02 Feb 2009 20:24:46 -0500

thisrecording:

In Which Pluto Needs To Be Loved Just Like Any Other Planet Does

"all things are true according as they appear to each of us"

Sun, 01 Feb 2009 21:08:26 -0500

“all things are true according as they appear to each of us”

- protagoras