Mom: Aw, man, Mary just watched a movie and now she's a secret agent.
From somewhere in a distant room: Secret agent ATTACK!
Tiger got to hunt, Bird got to fly; Man got to sit and wonder, “Why, why,...– Cat’s Cradle, (1963) Kurt Vonnegut (via murdermaid) Read this yesterday. True in both tenses- as in, I did, and you should’a already.
they are killing me and I am dead.
It’s not that I was smaller, but that whole world was bigger and surely it was made for someone else than me: someone who was taller, and whose view was longer, and whose teeth were stronger, and who couldn’t bleed.
When you care to know my mood, look out the...
There is no more accurate tell- not even asking me directly. My perception of myself can be unreliable.
Do you want to know what love is?
me: You should remind me that nobody anywhere cares what I think about God and that everyone else has fine relationships built on legitimate values besides fidelity.
me: My faith can't hardly be called that half the time. And as for the rest of things, I don't know where to start identifying root problems. Nothing is simple.
Andrew: Your faith matches you: a mish-mash of warring ideas held together by tortured, but intact, logic and rationalization. There's space between the ideas, but
Andrew: really that's where God exists anyway, so don't worry too much about it.
Andrew: As for other people, sometimes their relationships are built on the faultiest of bases but somehow hold together, some are built on rock but implode or explode
Andrew: from external or internal pressure, infidelity doesn't necessarily mean a lack of integrity but if it does you're in trouble, revenge is always wrong, everybody
Andrew: is a fucking moron, including us, and we're fumbling around trying to build as many, and as quality, links as possible but sometimes they suck and sometimes
Andrew: they break but sometimes they're just really twisted and mixed up with bad emotions and you THINK that's all there is, but it's not, and you have to pull the
Andrew: furies off of little Hope in Pandora's Box because she's really, really important and what lies at the core of the links.
I thought I'd hit a female author after five...
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I am off to go play with this now; see you with results in a bit!
m3r3n3: Sufjan Stevens - The Man of Metropolis...
There are plenty of reasons I don't drink, but a...
“So we haven’t talked in a while, but I figure if I were the type to get drunk and call my contacts, you would for some reason be very early on that list, and “What’s the point in depriving you of my embarassingly inappropriate sentiment? Laughs are for friends. But it turns out I was just thinking of you, and wanted “To remind you that you’re a really...
Hear an owl in the backyard.
Realize it’s whooo ooowhoo-ing to the pattern of shave-and-a-haircut. Lean over, ask Mom in the next room whether she hears that. Does she hear that? Can she? Is it whooing in a funny pattern? Is it an owl? She hears nothing. Maybe it’s a mourning dove, though. Decide it’s not a mourning dove. Imitate the shave-and-a-haircut ooowhoo-ing. Mom is still not convinced; remind her...
Just got home from class to an empty house,...
Text from Mom: We picked up a sub for you. On our way to mark's now, then home with food.
Me: You're my favorite mom. Ever. Really.
Me: For the record, Marc spells his name with a c. But c is a stupid letter, so you're right anyway.
Me: I love you a lot.
A quick sum of my political opinion:
it seems to me that all the Democratic politicians are bad guys pretending to be good guys, and all the Republican politicians are bad guys earnestly being bad guys.
Firemen tell every story
as if they’re protagonist action heroes- I suppose because that’s how we’ve taught them to be. If you ask a fireman what happened, the answer will be something about how he saved the day. And, sure, we love them for it (or in spite of it), and that perspective is kind of part of the job, but any fireman talking about any call is going to immediately and (usually) effortlessly...
The year I turn thirty, there'll be no more snow...
When I finally have complete control of my own...
While the computers have been broken I've been...
And (I promise I’m not making this up) here is a passage from one that caught me by surprise- the first time we meet this character. We open the front door, being careful to sidestep the two manic cats who guard the entryway, then toss our coats wherever we want to because it’s that kind of house. Kelly’s mom is definitely not the type of person who worries about the disabling...
I have much in common with atheists. What I find time and time again is that the...– Rob Bell. Foreword to I Sold My Soul on eBay by Hemant Mehta. (via anotherword)
In Which Some Letters Are Failures But Few Are... →
“Half the time I was radiant and half the time I suspected I was making a terrible mistake, but my friends disagreed. “Nothing matters before we’re 30,” my writerly roommate reminded me by way of reassurance. “Nothing matters ever,” the Squatter added from his perch on the couch. And what more authority did I have than any of them? How could I argue?”
Most of my creative moods and new-project enthusiasm comes up right when I’m crawling into bed exhausted. Inspiration without energy to sustain it for tomorrow.
00:00 - watching a movie with Mom, texting silly things to a friend, pretending to concentrate on my book, procrastinating studying 02:00 - long conversation with my brother before carrying our sisters upstairs; decide to read my novel for a few more minutes before I (really! really! really!) study 04:00 - in bed reading, realize the study sheets are downstairs and aren’t worth fetching ...
notes and snapshots: growing pains →
florajasmine: yesterday i was researching plots of land in maine to buy and keep around for camping and hiking purposes with long term plans of building a little log cabin on. out in the boonies where you can hang out and make campfires as often as you want. today i found a couple condos and single family homes in some burnt out towns on the north shore that are ripe for revitalization....
thetreeskill1: Your photographs depict you so...
I just love everything a lot.
Why I am using my brother's computer to post this:
Me: Mom, the internet isn't working.
Mom: Oh. Yeah, I know. Stupid thing. I think I put a virus on there.
Me: You think you did? What happened?
Mom: Well I was working on something and a box that looked like it was on Windows popped up and said there was a virus.
Me: 'Looked like'?
Mom: Right, and then another one popped up that said I needed to download some virus update to get rid of the thing.
Me: You didn't download it, though. Mom.
Mom: Well, but it-
Me: YOU DIDN'T DOWNLOAD IT.
Mom: Of course I did! It looked like it was from Windows! And there was a virus on the machine!
Me: So these here are all our passwords and accounts from over the years? Okay, and the browsers won't open.
Mom: I shut it off before it could get all of them. Now do you know how I open the antivirus scanner?
Me: You shut off the virus. Sure, and. You know the scanner program we use doesn't even come from Windows.
Mom: Just help me fix it.
Never leave that ‘til tomorrow which you can do today.– Sure fine great, but then they wonder why I do not get to sleep on any schedule. “IT WAS ONLY FOUR THIRTY AND I WAS HALFWAY THROUGH THIS ARTICLE, AND THEN I HAD TO FIND SOME FAMILIAR SONG, AND REMEMBERED I WANTED TO WRITE A NOTE TO SOMEONE, AND WAS GOING TO SLEEP BUT HAD TO SKETCH A QUICK...
Remembering that in high school
I had the kind of friendships where inviting someone to live in your family’s house for a year didn’t necessarily mean you liked her as a person, but you surely understood that you owed each other this much for the sake of all the tolerating you’ve already done, and you made the best of that pittance reward which is assumed available company. We didn’t have to like each...
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sylph - a graceful and slender young woman. euphony - a bearable or agreeable sound. quixotic - extremely romantic and chivalrous. pareidolia - a psychological phenomenon, wherein a person has the notion of seeing faces of people in clouds, hearing hidden messages and other such unusual feelings. phalerate - decorated; made beautiful. [archaic- embellish] betwixt - between. crepuscule -...
ahuntersheart: To love another is something like prayer and it can’t be planned, you just fall into its arms because your belief undoes your disbelief. - from Admonitions to a Special Person, Anne Sexton magic magic magic