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fragile
To start a day with failure before achieving full consciousness is disheartening. After waking up eight minutes after I was due at a doctor’s appointment, frantically trying to dial a number that would connect me with a real person while also searching for a clean pair of pants, and then being told not to bother showing up more than 10 minutes late by an irreverent receptionist, I collapse back into bed and fall asleep on the Internet for an hour. My eyes are open and my fingers move across the keyboard, and though my browser history says otherwise, I have nothing to show for those sixty minutes.
Several hours later, I find myself dashing across the driveway from my car to the house, wearing nothing but a bathrobe under the grey afternoon sky and carrying a plastic handle of vodka. Poetic, I think darkly. But wait— how so? Because I’m not dressed, it’s about to rain, and I’m moving a large amount of cheap alcohol from the trunk of my car? No, no. Because I’m writing about it here on my ~blog. Writing about mundanities in Helvetica is always poetic, as long as the context includes unwashed hair and a few rain clouds.
I hope the neighbors see me, I think instead.
Debussy, Clair de Lune
With every downward revision in our estimate of ourselves, we have more clearly seen ourselves to be participants in a universe infinitely complex and intertwined. What we have sacrificed in pretension, we have more than gained in intimacy with a place ever more astonishingly grand. It is an ancient principle of spirituality that whoever would be exalted must first be humbled.Paul Gruchow, Grass Roots: The Universe of Home
Astrophysicist Dr. Neil DeGrasse Tyson was asked, “What is the most astounding fact you can share with us about the Universe?” This is his answer.
“We are the universe trying to understand itself.”
if i had a radio for every time you loved medaniel handler aka lemony snicket (via vertebraiding)
i wouldn’t have a radio at all.
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An Addendum, On Rape Jokes. (via goddesshyperion)I don’t know if rape jokes encourage rape culture. I don’t care. You still shouldn’t tell them.
Statistically, if you have told a rape joke to a group of more than five people, one of the people you told it to was a rape survivor, possibly of multiple rapes. They will not necessarily disclose this to you; rape apologism is endemic in society and most rape survivors are cautious about whom they tell. Some may even be too ashamed of their rape to admit it to anyone, or because of rape-minimizing narratives like “men can’t be raped” and “I consented to oral, so I couldn’t have been raped” may not admit it even to themselves. The fact remains: if you’ve told dozens of rape jokes in your life, then you have almost certainly told a joke that minimizes or trivializes rape in front of a survivor.
And if you put as your Facebook status “I totally raped at Halo today” for your two hundred Facebook friends to see, statistically, you have just reminded thirty-three people of one of the worst experiences of their entire lives.
To describe how well you did at a video game.
Good job!
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Duluth, Minnesota - July 2011
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