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thebronzemedal: Spotted at the British Natural History Museum:...

Sun, 08 Nov 2009 13:02:03 -0500

Spotted at the British Natural History Museum: Fat Manatee, London Edition.

you know, I’ve always thought “fat manatee” was a redundant username because really, have you ever seen a skinny manatee? I know I haven’t (but still, I get to think about manatees whenever I see it so I’m still OK with it)

here is something

Sat, 07 Nov 2009 16:33:03 -0500

Fuck. This. Shit.

Hey There Delilah, Plain White Ts 1. This came on in the campus...

Sat, 07 Nov 2009 02:45:00 -0500

Hey There Delilah, Plain White Ts

1. This came on in the campus bookstore yesterday (which is why I’ve been thinking about it).
2. We probably shouldn’t discuss how this was ALREADY on my computer…
3. Seriously. Read my last post. This song makes me want to punch pandas.

here is something

Sat, 07 Nov 2009 02:42:27 -0500

It’s unfair that I don’t get to hate Hey There Delilah because it’s stupid or overplayed but rather I have to hate it because that summer I was in New York and telling you how every girl wanted her boyfriend to call her and sing it and how none of them would because that’s STUPID and how you learned the song and called me and played it and then you said “Oh, no. No, no.”

Pretty much the bulk of my Midterm Chapbook for Poets’...

Fri, 06 Nov 2009 01:33:06 -0500

Pretty much the bulk of my Midterm Chapbook for Poets’ Theatre (which I refuse to punctuate the way my professor does: WiTh AlTerNatINg CaPS). I’m actually kind of proud of how this is going. I’m using my own photography and the layout is looking pretty nice. And the title is here is something so that’s…something.

crushes: silly, COME VISIT ME, WHAT THE FUCK. THANK YOU. WE CAN HOLD HANDS DOWN BROADWAY AND DO...

Thu, 05 Nov 2009 15:45:57 -0500

crushes:

silly,

COME VISIT ME, WHAT THE FUCK. THANK YOU. WE CAN HOLD HANDS DOWN BROADWAY AND DO CUTE STUFF. OKAY? SOUNDS GOOD. I WANT TO MAKE YOU FALL IN LOVE WITH THIS CITY, IN LOVE WITH ME.

— me

hahaha this is totally something I would say (but didn’t).

here is something

Wed, 04 Nov 2009 23:55:19 -0500

The short of it is that I think I love you. The long would just take too much time to explain.

LensPen – Camera Lens Cleaning System

Wed, 04 Nov 2009 11:37:30 -0500

LensPen – Camera Lens Cleaning System:

Look! I can buy a lens cleaning pen for just $15! Great! I can also just use my glasses cloth that I got for free. But if I need to clean my full frame sensor (which has a big splotch on it right now) it costs $40 for only 12. Bluh.

For Two Jameses, Nikki Giovanni

Tue, 03 Nov 2009 20:39:56 -0500

poetry365:

(Ballantine and Snow)
In iron cells

we all start
as a speck
nobody notices us
but some may hope
we’re there
some count days and wait

we grow
in a cell that spreads
like a summer cold
to other people
they notice and laugh
some are happy
some wish to stop
our movement

we kick and move
are stubborn and demanding
completely inside
the system

they put us in a cell
to make us behave
never realizing it’s from cells
we have escaped
and we will be born
from their iron cells
new people with a new cry

104: Tristia, Osip Madelstam

Tue, 03 Nov 2009 20:39:25 -0500

poetry365:

I have studied the science of good-byes,
the bare-headed laments of night.
The waiting lengthens as the oxen chew.
In the town the last hour of the watch.
And I have bowed to the knell of night in the rooster’s throat
when eyes red with crying picked up their burden
of sorrow and looked into the distance
and the crying of women and the Muses’ song became one.

Who can tell from the sound of the word ‘parting’
what kind of bereavements await us,
what the rooster promises with his loud surprise
when a light shows in the Acropolis,
dawn of a new life,
the ox still swinging his jaw in the outer passage,
or why the rooster, announcing the new life,
flaps his wings on the ramparts?

A thing I love is the action of spinning:
the shuttle fluttering back and forth, the hum of the spindle,
and look, like a swan’s down floating toward us,
Delia, the barefoot shepherdess, flying—
o indigence at the root of our lives,
how poor is the language of happiness!
Everything’s happened before and will happen again,
but still the moment of each meeting is sweet.

Amen. The little transparent figure
lies on the clean earthen plate
like a squirrel skin being stretched.
A girl bends to study the wax.
Who are we to guess at the hell of the Greeks?
Wax for women, bronze for men:
our lot falls to us in the field, fighting,
but to them death comes as they tell fortunes.

closertotheocean: (via funeralface) i can’t remember the...

Tue, 03 Nov 2009 20:29:36 -0500

closertotheocean:

(via funeralface)

i can’t remember the sound that you found for me.

This line alone sends me into tears nearly every time I hear/read it. See also: formatting emails like you did.

Bitch Make Me a Sandwich (via urlesque) Yay MEME parties...

Tue, 03 Nov 2009 11:53:00 -0500

Bitch Make Me a Sandwich (via urlesque)

Yay MEME parties (…and sexism!…)!

52books: (via paperbackgirl) It’s that time again… No!!...

Tue, 03 Nov 2009 11:50:56 -0500

52books:

(via paperbackgirl)

It’s that time again…

No!! I’m leaving the morning of the 12th to visit C.! Damn, I don’t know whether to be upset or not…(I still miss when they were monthly, even if I STILL have yet to read every book I’ve gotten from these)

(via thecellardoor)

Tue, 03 Nov 2009 11:49:58 -0500

(via thecellardoor)

if you have the chance to see this, you absolutely...

Mon, 02 Nov 2009 14:20:42 -0500

a fucking pangolin.

if you have the chance to see this, you absolutely should.

Also, pangolins are the best ever.

bikepornftw: janieledford: (via youmightfindyourself) uh,...

Mon, 02 Nov 2009 09:51:27 -0500

bikepornftw:

janieledford:

(via youmightfindyourself)

uh, hello, where have you been all my life (and, actually, where are you still)?

here is something

Mon, 02 Nov 2009 09:50:00 -0500

I wish I could snuggle into your neck, wrap my arms around your ribs, kiss your jaw, your shoulders, sigh into your beard and entangle my legs with yours.

I want to feel your chest warm against my back, your arm thrown over my shoulder, your hand resting on my breast. Eyes closed I want to reach between my legs and pull you into me. I want to bite my lip, your lip, trying to keep quiet and just not be able to.

justoneplace: I still remember joy. you know, sometimes I hate...

Mon, 02 Nov 2009 05:03:00 -0500

justoneplace:

I still remember joy.

you know, sometimes I hate my pictures. They seem trite or boring or uninspired or just sometimes badly processed or styled (srsly, that heart picture? TOTALLY needed the table cloth ironed and fork straightened out…I would love to re-do that entire project) but I really love this one. It was semi-accidental and so old and it looks like an impressionist painting ala Monet. It’s a digitized negative (I took it with film and asked for a disk when they developed it; I assume they scan the negatives directly?) and a little dirty (physically; oh, the problems with film) but still…good things can come from lying on your back.

"Today for Halloween my friends and I are dressing up as Waldo, Camen Sandiego, Princess Anastasia, a..."

Mon, 02 Nov 2009 01:38:44 -0500

“Today for Halloween my friends and I are dressing up as Waldo, Camen Sandiego, Princess Anastasia, a child on the milk carton, the lost tribe of Roanoke, and Osama Bin Laden. They’ll never find us. MLIA”

- MyLifeIsAverage - Life Is Normal Today

I never reblog MLIAs because I figure everyone’s seen them already but this one is so brilliant.

here is something

Sun, 01 Nov 2009 20:38:56 -0500

I’ve decided to do NaNoWriMo. Unofficially at least. Also, on my typewriter (whether that is douche-y or not).

It should at least be interesting to see if I can really last 50,000 words.