can we go before I turn to dust?

toutdroitaller: vincentvangonads: sunbum Sara Clark

Sun, 19 May 2013 14:36:40 -0400

vincentvangonads:

sunbum

Sara Clark

other-wordly: pronunciation | \zEn-‘zUkt\submitted by |...

Sun, 19 May 2013 14:05:42 -0400

pronunciation | \zEn-‘zUkt\
submitted by | sehnsucht [thewitchnebula] and Life Ruining via the BBC [liferuiningviabbc]
submit words | here
with thanks to | c.s. lewis

oregon-dreaming: sitting at a coffee shop.

Sun, 19 May 2013 00:37:25 -0400

oregon-dreaming:

sitting at a coffee shop.

gildedmonuments: theanimalblog: Sloth Bear Cub. Photo by...

Sun, 19 May 2013 00:36:09 -0400

gildedmonuments:

theanimalblog:

Sloth Bear Cub. Photo by bethkeplinger

BURR

LITTLE BURR

"“The reason people don’t go for help is because there is still stigma. People don’t talk about..."

Sun, 19 May 2013 00:32:31 -0400

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“The reason people don’t go for help is because there is still stigma. People don’t talk about mental illnesses the way they do other illnesses.” [Maria Bamford] launches into impressions of people talking about physical maladies the way they talk about depression:

“Apparently Steve has cancer. It’s like, fuck off! We all have cancer.”

“I was dating this chick all this time and she let me know she’s been wearing contact lenses. I said whoa, do what you need to do but I don’t believe in all that Western medicine shit. If you wanna see like other people it’s all about attitude. You gotta want it.”

”

- I wrote about Maria Bamford, Mike White, and kicking the stigma surrounding mental illness at Splitsider. (via marisacarroll)

Dearest,I feel certain that I am going mad again. I feel we...

Sun, 19 May 2013 00:19:27 -0400

Dearest,

I feel certain that I am going mad again. I feel we can’t go through another of those terrible times. And I shan’t recover this time. I begin to hear voices, and I can’t concentrate. So I am doing what seems the best thing to do. You have given me the greatest possible happiness. You have been in every way all that anyone could be. I don’t think two people could have been happier till this terrible disease came. I can’t fight any longer. I know that I am spoiling your life, that without me you could work. And you will I know. You see I can’t even write this properly. I can’t read. What I want to say is I owe all the happiness of my life to you. You have been entirely patient with me and incredibly good. I want to say that — everybody knows it. If anybody could have saved me it would have been you. Everything has gone from me but the certainty of your goodness. I can’t go on spoiling your life any longer.

I don’t think two people could have been happier than we have been.

V.

(via Letters of Note: I can’t fight any longer)

paperhangerrr: popchartlab: Don Draper’s Old Fashioned, The...

Sat, 18 May 2013 00:18:47 -0400

paperhangerrr:

popchartlab:

Don Draper’s Old Fashioned, The Dude’s White Russian, Hunter S. Thompson’s Singapore Sling, Daisy Buchanan’s Mint Julep, and more in our new Cocktail Chart of Film and Literature.

I wanna try some of these!

literatureisboss: from Ihab Hassan, “Toward a Concept of...

Fri, 17 May 2013 12:08:56 -0400

literatureisboss:

from Ihab Hassan, “Toward a Concept of Postmodernism”

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Thu, 16 May 2013 23:08:48 -0400

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Tue, 14 May 2013 23:11:05 -0400

billyruffian: The normally unflappable Ken Cosgrove...

Tue, 14 May 2013 14:20:47 -0400

billyruffian:

The normally unflappable Ken Cosgrove contemplates how far he’s fallen.

"Forget about your lists and do what you can because that’s all you can do. Phone up the people you..."

Sun, 12 May 2013 17:55:00 -0400

“Forget about your lists and do what you can because that’s all you can do. Phone up the people you miss and tell them you love them. Hug those close to you as hard as you can. Because you are always only a drunk driver’s stupidity, a nervous shopkeeper’s mistake, a doctor’s best attempts, and an old age away from forever.”

- Iain Thomas, I Wrote This For You (via shannonloveslove)

This.

(via throughgrief)

nprfreshair: News you can use? Beautiful Decay: Lauren...

Wed, 08 May 2013 10:02:59 -0400

nprfreshair:

News you can use?

Beautiful Decay:

Lauren DiCioccio uses a simple needle and thread on cotton muslin to mummify and honor an endangered artifact– the printed newspaper. In each piece, as The New York Times’ text fades, its correlating cover portraits puncture the surface with pockets of strung together color, reminding us of a certain tactile human unraveling as we adaptively wave goodbye to the Industrial Age.

Why did no one tell me about this babe?

Tue, 07 May 2013 21:32:39 -0400

Why did no one tell me about this babe?

"After learning my flight was detained 4 hours, I heard the announcement: If anyone in the vicinity..."

Mon, 06 May 2013 18:16:28 -0400

“

After learning my flight was detained 4 hours,
I heard the announcement:
If anyone in the vicinity of gate 4-A understands any Arabic,
Please come to the gate immediately.

Well—one pauses these days. Gate 4-A was my own gate. I went there.
An older woman in full traditional Palestinian dress,
Just like my grandma wore, was crumpled to the floor, wailing loudly.
Help, said the flight service person. Talk to her. What is her
Problem? we told her the flight was going to be four hours late and she
Did this.

I put my arm around her and spoke to her haltingly.
Shu dow-a, shu- biduck habibti, stani stani schway, min fadlick,
Sho bit se-wee?

The minute she heard any words she knew—however poorly used—
She stopped crying.

She thought our flight had been canceled entirely.
She needed to be in El Paso for some major medical treatment the
Following day. I said no, no, we’re fine, you’ll get there, just late,

Who is picking you up? Let’s call him and tell him.
We called her son and I spoke with him in English.
I told him I would stay with his mother till we got on the plane and
Would ride next to her—Southwest.

She talked to him. Then we called her other sons just for the fun of it.

Then we called my dad and he and she spoke for a while in Arabic and
Found out of course they had ten shared friends.

Then I thought just for the heck of it why not call some Palestinian
Poets I know and let them chat with her. This all took up about 2 hours.

She was laughing a lot by then. Telling about her life. Answering
Questions.

She had pulled a sack of homemade mamool cookies—little powdered
Sugar crumbly mounds stuffed with dates and nuts—out of her bag—
And was offering them to all the women at the gate.

To my amazement, not a single woman declined one. It was like a
Sacrament. The traveler from Argentina, the traveler from California,
The lovely woman from Laredo—we were all covered with the same
Powdered sugar. And smiling. There are no better cookies.

And then the airline broke out the free beverages from huge coolers—
Non-alcoholic—and the two little girls for our flight, one African
American, one Mexican American—ran around serving us all apple juice
And lemonade and they were covered with powdered sugar too.

And I noticed my new best friend—by now we were holding hands—
Had a potted plant poking out of her bag, some medicinal thing,

With green furry leaves. Such an old country traveling tradition. Always
Carry a plant. Always stay rooted to somewhere.

And I looked around that gate of late and weary ones and thought,
This is the world I want to live in. The shared world.

Not a single person in this gate—once the crying of confusion stopped
—has seemed apprehensive about any other person.

They took the cookies. I wanted to hug all those other women too.
This can still happen anywhere.

Not everything is lost.

”

- Naomi Shihab Nye (b. 1952), “Wandering Around an Albuquerque Airport Terminal.” I think this poem may be making the rounds, this week, but that’s as it should be. (via finedineonmyvegangenitalia)

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Sat, 04 May 2013 23:29:19 -0400

oldfilmsflicker: Midnight in Paris, 2011 (dir. Woody Allen)

Fri, 03 May 2013 19:09:15 -0400

oldfilmsflicker:

Midnight in Paris, 2011 (dir. Woody Allen)

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Fri, 03 May 2013 16:55:40 -0400

"In the effort to set themselves apart from plowboys and milkmaids—- that is, working and rural..."

Fri, 03 May 2013 09:01:34 -0400

“In the effort to set themselves apart from plowboys and milkmaids—- that is, working and rural youth—- middle-class daughters chose to pursue a body configuration that was small, slim, and essentially decorative. By eating only tiny amounts of food, young women could disassociate themselves from sexuality and fecundity and they could achieve an unambiguous class identity. The thin body not only implied asexuality and an elevated social address, it was also an expression of intelligence, sensitivity, and morality. Through control of appetite Victorian girls found a way of expressing a complex of emotional, aesthetic, and class sensibilities.”

- Joan Jacobs Brumberg- The Appetite as Voice

The origins of the current diet culture can be traced to the Victorian Era. The moral attributes attached to thinner bodies then, are similar, if not the same to those attached to them today by popular culture.
(via hityoutwo)

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Fri, 03 May 2013 01:25:00 -0400