I really wanted to plan a vacation, but then I got myself sad about it, and then I wrote a thing
vacations planned like photo shoots
we are collecting evidence
we are dressing the stage
we make lists of pleasant things
to whisper us to sleep
wake up with me to sunrise
cool breeze and a crystal lake
dip-brewed coffee and last night’s snacks
bare feet and sweaters to contemplate
how very, very pleased we are
how filled with poetry and purpose
and other signs this will return
like sunlight, sharp and clear—
oh, how very on our own we are,
constructing rooms out of our campsites and
seeing shapes in clouds
We will not be shaken by this, pizza lovers.
(Via @darrenrovell)
“O brave new world that has such people in it. Let’s start at once.”
“We penetrated deeper and deeper into the heart of darkness.”
My god, the mustard drizzle is FREE?
Romney couldn’t help himself in going for a quick laugh. “I’m Mitt Romney and yes, Wolf, that’s also my first name,” he said to dead silence from the audience.
That wasn’t the worst of it: Romney’s real first name is Willard — Mitt is his middle name.
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Mitt Romney tells CNN debate his real first name is Mitt - it’s really Willard (via seriousmatter)
So my favorite part about this is definitely how the article says the fib “immediately fed criticism he’ll say anything to get elected.” It suggests an image of Mitt being all, If what I need to do to be elected President of the United States is to convince people my first name is “Mitt,” then BY GOD, that’s what I’m going to do.
Is it useful to feel fear, because it prepares you for nasty events, or is it useless, because nasty events will occur whether you are frightened or not?
—Lemony Snicket
This was on the Top Stories list of the NYT today, and for some reason, even though I’m pretty categorically not the target audience (parents), it got to me real hard. It’s well-written and worth a read.
“[P]arents….don’t want to see what we see. The long truth about their children, about themselves: that none of it is forever.”
I have been on both sides of almost this exact conversation really recently. This line in particular, I know for a fact I have both said and heard almost verbatim, with the same facial expression: “And for SOME GODDAMN REASON, you’re SAD ABOUT THIS.” I feel you, bro.
Now this is goaltending.
It is not yet 7:30 and I already have The Star Spangled Banner stuck in my head.
Must be hockey season.
So I think I have the beginnings of a plot for NaNoWriMo.
Unless of course I look at my scrawled notes later and realize I was suffering from airplane-madness, which is entirely possible.
Anyhow, I guess this means I’m really going to do this thing. Again. I’m maybe a little freaked out.
