whichever happened it did not go well

whichever happened it did not go well

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bespectacledbisexual:

this is one of my favorite facts i’ve found on wikipedia

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the cure came on the radio today and as happens every time I hear the cure I thought about this strip, which I do not endorse per se but I feel puts forth a valuable viewpoint
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the cure came on the radio today and as happens every time I hear the cure I thought about this strip, which I do not endorse per se but I feel puts forth a valuable viewpoint

(via Achewood § June 26, 2002)

Peter [Lanza, father of Newtown shooter Adam Lanza,] told me, “I get very defensive with my name. I do not like to even say it. I thought about changing it, but I feel like that would be distancing myself and I cannot distance myself. I don’t let it define me, but I felt like changing the name is sort of pretending it didn’t happen and that’s not right.” But Peter has found the visibility hard. Old friends have been unflagging in their support, but Peter said he thought that he might never make new friends again. “This defines who I am and I can’t stand that, but you have to accept it.”
This jumped out at me from a New Yorker profile. “I can’t stand that” and “you have to accept that” are contradictory notions, because to accept something is to stand it, and now I am wondering how often we say “I can’t do this” when we mean “I don’t feel like I can do this” and how important that shift in language might be, and what it might get us if we said “I don’t feel like I can” more often than “I can’t.”

katexmachina:

sorryeveryone:

bibliomancyoracle:

To just stop will mean no more swish or fizzle or bubbling, no delusion of
an interval.
Then, the music.
In the meantime, don’t ask, he won’t hear you.

*

from “The Book of the Dead Man (Silence)” by Marvin Bell

i don’t believe in god and as such i am denied Grace but i believe the above and at times i think that is just as good

I’ll need you to explain this one to me.

i reblogged the wrong post and meant to link the concept of Grace to the idea that everything ends:

There’s always an end. Sexually,
mentally, physically. Whatever.

*

from “Vibrations” by Fiona Wright

bibliomancyoracle:

To just stop will mean no more swish or fizzle or bubbling, no delusion of
an interval.
Then, the music.
In the meantime, don’t ask, he won’t hear you.

*

from “The Book of the Dead Man (Silence)” by Marvin Bell

i don’t believe in god and as such i am denied Grace but i believe the above and at times i think that is just as good

as if these things weren’t hard enough to talk about already

two things i wish to present for consideration but not necessarily endorse:

“It was every-happy-person-is-the-same-and-boring-and-every-miserable-person-is-miserable-in-an-interesting-way logic. (Except miserable people are boring too.)”

- “Period Sex” by Elizabeth Ellen, from Fast Machine

Ms. Heyse, on the other hand, said the legal bar for defending the state’s marriage law and upholding the people’s will was low: She simply had to show “any conceivable basis” for a reasonable person to support it.

“Isn’t it rational to believe it’s a good thing for a child to have a mom and a dad?” she added.

At times, the eight days of testimony resembled a droning college seminar in statistical methodology.

You can’t always be sure, but some days you open an article titled “In Gay Marriage Suit, a Battle Over Research,” and you tell yourself “there is no way the times doesn’t son someone in this article.”  
Koko was much bigger than Mister Rogers. She weighed 280 pounds, and Mister Rogers weighed 143. Koko weighed 280 pounds because she is a gorilla, and Mister Rogers weighed 143 pounds because he has weighed 143 pounds as long as he has been Mister Rogers, because once upon a time, around thirty-one years ago, Mister Rogers stepped on a scale, and the scale told him that Mister Rogers weighs 143 pounds. No, not that he weighed 143 pounds, but that he weighs 143 pounds…. And so, every day, Mister Rogers refuses to do anything that would make his weight change—he neither drinks, nor smokes, nor eats flesh of any kind, nor goes to bed late at night, nor sleeps late in the morning, nor even watches television—and every morning, when he swims, he steps on a scale in his bathing suit and his bathing cap and his goggles, and the scale tells him that he weighs 143 pounds. This has happened so many times that Mister Rogers has come to see that number as a gift, as a destiny fulfilled, because, as he says, “the number 143 means ‘I love you.’ It takes one letter to say ‘I’ and four letters to say ‘love’ and three letters to say ‘you.’ One hundred and forty-three. ‘I love you.’ Isn’t that wonderful?”

From an Esquire piece on Mr. Rogers. 2 things:

1) It has to be in everything you do. You have to think about who you are, and who you want to be, and what you want to be about, and you have to put that into practice and you have to sew it through each and every thing you do, you have to find the cracks in your life and fill them with this thing that you want to be.

2) You have to look at what you do. You have to look at the cracks in your life and see how you have filled them, you have to look at each and every thing that you do. This, I submit, this is who you are.

Anonymous asked: Currently enjoying a Rusty Nail. Any suggestions for Drambuie beyond that?

an-imbibing-gentleman:

Mmmm… that terrific Scotch based liqueur.

Try it with equal parts of Bailey’s Irish Cream either shaken over ice or added to your coffee for a delicious creamy treat. Or whip up what we used to call the “Lover’s Cocktail”… Vodka (3 parts), Drambuie (2 parts), Triple Sec (1 part), with a dash of bitters.

Enjoy!!!

currently drinking the second cocktail listed here and it’s p. dang tasty

every mr rogers clip is worth watching but some are not quite so mr rogers as this one, there is fish feeding and there is ”I’d just like to say something to you through a song.” and then It’s You I Like and then realtalk re: kindness and finally, of course, It’s Such a Good Feeling to Know You’re Alive, and then he’s got some crown kind of thing that he wraps around his wrist and mentions that he likes being with you, and it’s all just too much and he’s the rawest man to have ever lived and he’s just 

just

Mr. Rogers

One activist disdained the practice of charging extra for chips and salsa, for instance, as an anti-Mexican symptom of gentrification.[10] Some taquerias also offer additional types of flour tortillas (for instance, whole wheat or spinach), but this same activist declared, “I will shoot my son and daughter if they ever order a green burrito.”[10]

http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Mission_burrito

BURRITOS: SERIOUS BUSINESS.

Friends! I am running an experiment as part of some course work, and is with nearly all experiments the more participants I get the better. It’s online, it takes less than 5 minutes. Help a fellow out

Alternately, if you reblogged this (or spread the link however you like, really) you would both be extra helpful *and* lend me a talking point in arguing for the superiority of tumblr, and if you did that well I would just be grateful as h*ck.

She continued, “In my mind I keep saying, ‘Had he not spoke back, spoke up, would he still be here?’ I don’t know. But I do know that Jordan was Jordan to the end. I think Jordan was defending his friends. ‘We’re not bothering you. We don’t know you. You don’t know us. Why can’t we play our music as loud as we want?’”

I told her that I was stunned by her grace after the verdict. I told her the verdict greatly angered me. I told her that the idea that someone on that jury thought it plausible there was a gun in the car baffled me. I told her it was appalling to consider the upshot of the verdict—had Michael Dunn simply stopped shooting and only fired the shots that killed Jordan Davis, he might be free today.

She said, “It baffles our mind too. Don’t think that we aren’t angry. Don’t think that I am not angry. Forgiving Michael Dunn doesn’t negate what I’m feeling and my anger. And I am allowed to feel that way. But more than that I have a responsibility to God to walk the path He’s laid. In spite of my anger, and my fear that we won’t get the verdict that we want, I am still called by the God I serve to walk this out.”

Ta-Nehisi Coates interviewed Jordan Davis’ mother and it is a doozy. I want to quote the finish, the part that made me choke up while I’m sitting in class, but go read it in context.

But nostalgia:
go to hell.

Not going to do that.

Not going to be a lamprey on the side of the past, sucking for dear life, since I have had
and am having a dear life.

Thank you sweat glands, shin splints, kidney stones, proprioception for telling me where I am in space in relation to sunlight, breasts, saffron, life.

Here.

Here is where I am.

Here is where space is in me.

Bob Hicok, “Good-bye, topspin” (via awelivanders)