February 2011
74 posts
“The Missing Piece Meets the Big O” -Shel Silverstein
It’s a good one.
January 2011
58 posts
It is stupid to feel possessive over a song, or a favorite poem or picture. And yet we do, for we claimed them with our hearts first. Those silly things made an imprint there and when someone else takes them for their own it feels twisted, for they cannot possibly have the same meaning to another person. Unless. Unless we shared them with a person for a reason and with purpose, because we wanted...
Email is quickly becoming my worst enemy.
What if the feeling of infinite possibility ends?
subtilitas:
Finishing off the string of snowbound buildings posted yesterday is a small 19th century hay barn renovation designed by Rapin Saiz Architectes in the Swiss Alps. Charred timber exterior, larch interiors, perfect detailing, not too many other places I’d rather be.
Yes.
The 1985 Version of Oregon Trail →
Postsecret today:
——-Shared at a PostSecret Event——- The only reason I’m alive today is because my RA asked me at just the right moment, “Are you okay”?
I recently finished “Labor of Love” (second shout out on my tumlr ftw) and it got me thinking about the whole gender binary thing. In part of the book, Thomas admits that the only reason he legally transitioned to male (in most states this consists of getting either top or bottom surgery) is because he felt that society compelled him to do so. He says,
“I could have easiely...
Forty Years Later: How 'Oregon Trail' Was Born →
urlesque:
theatlantic:
longreads:
For the next two weeks, Dillenberger and Heinemann spent each night wedged into a tiny computer office—a former janitor’s closet at Bryant Junior High School—tapping code into a teletype machine. The teletype was a screen-less, electromechanical typewriter connected via telephone to a mainframe computer that could issue prompts, receive commands, and run...
One thing about Ithaca snow that is greater than Tahoe snow: it sparkles. :)
MERRRRRRRHHHHHHHH.
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That is all.
Uff Dah: Haiti One Year Later →
Random Acts of...well, Randomness: Namaste. As my... →
lilmissmallory:
Namaste. As my yoga instructor puts it, it is a greeting our true selves say to one another. Without the mirage of society. No lipstick, no false pretenses. One soul speaking to another, and wishing it only the best with the deepest of hearts. And the other soul responding in kind. This is the…
I’ve decided to finally refresh myself on the Third Season of the L Word. In the first episode, Jenny has a pretty moving scene. I wish I didn’t know how crazy she turns out, because then maybe the scene would maybe move me.
Or maybe not. Because she’s always been crazy.
I’m reading “Labor of Love” by Thomas Beatie for the human sexuality course I’m taking next semester. It’s about the pregnant man, and of course, has generated many questions simply by sitting on my family’s kitchen counter. It’s been interesting explaining to them that gender doesn’t have to be binary, and that sexuality doesn’t either.
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