February 2011
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It’s been too long since this has been true: I’m at peace
January 2011
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i added a music page, with links to every song i’ve posted. that’s what i did with part of my day off.
what exciting venture is next? well, well, i am going to take the worst song of all time (wishing well by airborne toxic event) and do an old fashion english major parsing, to try to take any sort of anything out of it. why? i don’t know.
it’s sunday, after all. you know...
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We live our lives in anticipation of the next hit of experience as if the one...
– Joseph Goldstein (via politefight)
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i just love these so much
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I was oppressed with a sense of vague discontent and dissatisfaction with my own...
– Anton Chekov (via recycled-words)
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i wish there were more specials about dinosaurs and national parks
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word of my day
zoanthropy zoan⋅thropy /zō’anthrəpi/
the delusion that you have assumed the form of an animal
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the different types of people on the internet →
credit to infinitegestures
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oh catholicism
paranoidrobot:
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i saw two coyotes ambling down the block tonight. i live in chicago. these things make me happy.
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a wise little creature has recently reminded me to take stock of the little things. i know the older i get, the more i need them—or rather, to notice them.
how about you, tumblr? when’s the last time a little thing has made your day more livable?
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Put that needle to the groove..
And sing
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i know there is more to the story; more than i’ll ever know.
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i had a dream, more of a nightmare, in which i was reading something; it was joyce or something similarly grandiloquent. as i turned the pages, i found that i wasn’t processing any of it—no, in fact it was all over my head.
this is a real fear of mine, I suppose. the curse of being an english major: if there is anything of literary substance you don’t know, or worse,...