Precious Moment 1
The context: *medicine drops*
2: Alright I'm gonna get another one.
1: Dude, 30 second rule! Pick it up!
2: No man, no 30 second rule!
3: You guys, I have a two day rule.
2: *explodes from laughter while drinking water*
1: Laughter is the best medicine!
2: *chokes on water for a bit, from laughing*
Stop sneakin’ my fries or ima sneak a punch!– Victorious Victoria
Brooke Waggoner @ Daytrotter →
One of my favorite musicians. Her lyrics are so poetic and beautifully written—not to mention she writes her own music to go along with it. Her music is sweeping and different, but in a beautiful and good way. It’s hard to describe; you’d best listen to it yourself. Can’t wait for her new album out Sept 29th.
God, your Word be near to my soul
My roots are luggage wheels and chatter in airports with high ceilings My roots are fluoride from dental visits My roots are the net of city lights from night flights My roots are the sun rise My roots are, essentially, what is unseen making Himself known
A Victim Treats His Mugger Right - npr →
senses 1 + LG 2
sight: -helmets gleaming, reflecting -a football team sprawled over a field, colors bright in the sunlight -dear friends in the cool of the shade as well as the heat of the sun -a dear friend holding a bouquet of purples and yellows (which say “hello!”) and whites touch: -I broke the body, I broke the bread -I held the diagonally snipped ends of the stems in my hands, raw and stringy...
textbook: the google homepage. http://google.com playing with the google homepage and listening to Robot Science: a pretty good way to start the day.
The Land of Happy
Have you been to The Land of Happy, Where everyone’s happy all day, Where they joke and they sing Of the happiest things, And everything’s jolly and gay? There’s no one unhappy in Happy, There’s laughter and smiles galore. I have been to The Land of Happy— What a bore! by Shel Silverstein
Just Me, Just Me
Sweet Marie, she loves just me (She also loves Maurice McGhee). No she don’t, she loves just me (She also loves Louise Dupree). No she don’t, she loves just me (She also loves the willow tree). No she don’t, she loves just me! (Poor, poor fool, why can’t you see She can love others and still love thee.) by Shel Silverstein
Once I spoke the language of the flowers, Once I understood each word the caterpillar said, Once I smiled in secret at the gossip of the starlings, And shared a conversation with the housefly in my bed. Once I head and answered all the questions of the crickets, And joined the crying of each falling dying flake of snow, Once I...
[Avedon] could wield black and white like an optical weapon or play an arpeggio...– Vicki Goldberg for Aperture Magazine Spring 2009
The boy who stares at the white wall The boy whose hands are in his pockets. The boy with the accidental cowlick in the back, the boy with the black rimmed frames slipping down his nose, crosses the street, shirt all loose, takes his hands out, jabs his hands into his pants’ waistline with shirt in tow, hastily tucks it in, looks down at the ground, walks on, The boy walks diagonally across...
From Joshua Longbrake’s blog Last weekend on a flight from Seattle to Chicago I scribbled this down after spending a decent amount of time staring out the window: How are you able to turn away from the window of an airplane? How do you not spend those three hours of flight absolutely enthralled at the sky, the clouds, and the earth below? What movie, what book, what magazine could...
Gossip Grandmas: Dishin' it up
Real life drama fo yo mama served up right in your living room. Fresh.
who are you,little i (five or six years old) peering from some high window;at the gold of november sunset (and feeling:that if day has to become night this is a beautiful way) e.e.cummings