October 2009
31 posts
“To caged mice and rats: “I would set you free, if I knew how. But it isn’t free...”
– Gravty’s Rainbow
Let me be honest in saying I could devote an entire tumblr to just this book.
(via starcharooski)
Pynchon, rascal that he is, is working his way into my favorite authors.
This fall Trent and I have kinda traded favorite authors. I finally got him to read some Hemingway, and I...
today i accidentally listened to AP radio news twice in a row. i came home and checked three different news websites. it was all the same headlines. one of the main goals of news-editorial journalism is to stay objective, keep things neutral. it is the one, single reason i will never be a good journalist. i can’t even write a buzz article about a restaurant without falling in love with the...
“Get the memo I’m cutting the strings Geppetto
Shuffle the cards and...”
– Get Fly, Atmosphere
CAN’T STOP LISTENING TO THIS SONG TODAY.
nabokov said that reading dostoevsky was like making love to a chair. i mean, i’m not cool enough to suggest dostoevsky’s small potatoes. but i will say high five nabokov.
“To refuse to participate in the shaping of our future is to give it up … Each of...”
– Audre Lorde (via azspot)
audre lorde is pretty much my life inspiration
How do people even come up with these?!
strangeanduntrue:
txtsfrmlstnght:
(516): Thank God they found balloon boy, I was afraid that Michael Jackson was ordering take out from heaven.
fuck you to whoever thought that was an okay text. FUCK YOU
peanut buttuh
lauraloowho:
whenever i tell people i’m a vegetarian, there is always the what do you eat? well, people, lots and lots of peanut butter. almost everyday. peaunut butter toast, peanut butter sandwich, peanut butter bagel, peanut butter ice cream, trail mix with peanuts. delicious. keep it coming. crunchy, creamy, natural, with honey, berries, jelly, apples, bananas—you name it, i’ll have one.
...
this week:
my bike was stolen. and then a lady at the cafe offered me an old bike of hers. the extent of this graciousness almost made me cry. this old lady gave me a tiny, nearly knee-high, spray-painted purple fixie with no brakes. i still love it. and love her. and love that the cafe made that possible. but it made me miss my old bike so much i did cry. i love my bike. loved. and some jerk...
it’s friday night, and i just finished a cup of coffee.
i’m home from class.
done with work.
don’t open in the morning.
this can mean only one thing. (with two parts)
LIIITTTLLLLEEE BIIIIGGGG PLLLAAAANNNNETTTTT
and pbr.
a culmination of this semester, etc
i want to talk more about the crying of lot 49 and what stuck with me most. oedipa mass is on this search for answers, trying to get to the bottom of something, something that turns out to be huge. well, maybe huge. and maybe not. that’s the point. the maybe.
she talks to new people, and reads old books, and stays out late in the city and just scavenges around, and the more she finds out,...
Meat is murder on the environment →
azspot:
A kilogram of beef is responsible for more greenhouse gas emissions and other pollution than driving for 3 hours while leaving all the lights on back home.
startling, and severly overlooked aspect of global warming and energy-use. really interesting stuff.
when the world’s all dark and cold and motionless, imma crunch carrots grown in my garden, sit in my rocking chair, and tell...
vanilla ginger tea
omg. so good.
it’s midnight, and i’m done with a paper i thought for sure i was going to need an extension on. which is goddamn un-fuhkin-believable. i have a paper due almost everyday this week since i was sick last week, which feels medieval and primitive and unnecessary. it’s like they’re punishing me for getting sick at all. they even made me go to mckinley, which i think kills more...
a confession
so i’m an english major, which means myself and MLA have been bff for about three years now. i’ve got a whole row of my bookshelf dedicated to writing handbooks, every single one of which spit MLA, nothing of chicago style or AP to be mentioned.
but sometimes a class wants chicago style outta me. and i have to admit, i think it looks fly. i love handing it chicago style papers, with...
“You know what everyone’s greatest fear is? It is that all the dreams we have,...”
– Eric loaned me his copy of Days of War, Nights of Love last night (saying “Yeah, you should read this”) and I’m probably already an anarchist. You can download a free PDF of the entire book here. (via ljm)
lindseeyyyy, i can’t believe you haven’t read this before. one of my FAVORITE...
“Awake, arise! Strive for the Highest, and be in the Light! Sages say the path is...”
– The Upanishads
this
the only way i can have a homework-less night and get 13 hours of sleep is to have the flu. hoorah.
but, guys, all the hot toddies i want. right?
