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roomthily: SEEDMAGAZINE.COM § A Miniature Miscellany two...

Fri, 06 Nov 2009 23:59:34 -0500

SEEDMAGAZINE.COM § A Miniature Miscellany

two streams of water colliding - “Even the simplest systems have the potential to show behaviors that confound us”

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Fri, 06 Nov 2009 22:47:21 -0500

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nevver: Haw-Lin Wolf-auto-reblog.

Fri, 06 Nov 2009 15:58:48 -0500

nevver:

Haw-Lin

Wolf-auto-reblog.

nevver: Léon Spilliaert

Fri, 06 Nov 2009 14:16:47 -0500

nevver:

Léon Spilliaert

“Give the game away,” she advises. “But if I do that, then I’ll have to...

Fri, 06 Nov 2009 13:16:47 -0500

“Give the game away,” she advises.

“But if I do that, then I’ll have to build it all back up, won’t I?”

“But it’ll be yours, not hers. And, not to put too fine a point on it, but isn’t building it - and yourself - back up, the entire point of it all?”

via The Sartorialist

Fri, 06 Nov 2009 12:16:47 -0500

via The Sartorialist

The Mountain Goats - Up The Wolves There’s bound to be a...

Fri, 06 Nov 2009 11:43:16 -0500

The Mountain Goats - Up The Wolves

There’s bound to be a ghost
at the back of your closet,
no matter where you live.
There will always be a few things,
maybe several things,
that you’re gonna find really difficult to forgive.

There’s going to come a day
when you’ll feel better.
You’ll rise up, free and easy, on that day
and float from branch to branch
lighter than the air.
Just when that day is coming
who can say?

Our mother has been absent
ever since we founded Rome,
but there’s going to be a party
when the wolf comes home.

stillness… (via ms.lume)

Fri, 06 Nov 2009 10:22:12 -0500

stillness… (via ms.lume)

angbang: heavenly

Thu, 05 Nov 2009 21:29:16 -0500

angbang:

heavenly

ellens: copycats: Better by Dashboard Confessional originally...

Thu, 05 Nov 2009 20:34:53 -0500

ellens:

copycats:

Better by Dashboard Confessional
originally by Regina Spektor
(posted by liezlwashere)

Oh Dashboard, you bring back such lovely college memories.

What she said.

Dear November, Obviously, we got off on the wrong foot. I thought we were cool, but I must’ve...

Thu, 05 Nov 2009 09:42:00 -0500

Dear November,

Obviously, we got off on the wrong foot. I thought we were cool, but I must’ve done something to upset you. Maybe the beard? Maybe the running? Maybe you don’t like NaNoWriMo? Maybe you’re jealous that I like September and October so much. Who knows?

My point is, this is fixable. We can get through this so long as we start now.

So here’s what I’m going to do:

I’m going to leave these cookies and a $50 on the table and then I’m going to turn around and go to the library for a while. If I come back tonight and they’re both gone, then I won’t ask questions.
This month is inherently stressful, that’s the way it is (Lawyer Mantra: It is what it is), the real question is: how can we prepare for the inevitable stress of the month? Answer?
- I need the endorphins. I don’t see myself getting laid anytime soon (Berto: 1, November: 46), so I’ll make time to go to the gym more often. Besides, all the running I did in September was effectively neutralized by my bum knee and massive amounts of junk food (3 burgers in a week? Don’t mind if I do!) in October. Also, I miss the yoga.
Write more. I know, I know. I say this every time, but it’s gotta stick one of these days. It makes me happy. Happy Berto = less likely to be offended and bothered when November tries to trip me up.
End sentences with prepositions. It feels good to break Latinate rules, doesn’t it? Try it out.

So, that’s the plan, November. I give you cookies and a $50, and then I do my best to make sure your so-called trials and tribulations don’t bother me so much.

December? I’ll deal with you shortly.

Hey there, kids. Real quick: I like you heaps. You’re wonderful, wow-ingly smart, you have...

Thu, 05 Nov 2009 00:09:00 -0500

Hey there, kids.

Real quick: I like you heaps. You’re wonderful, wow-ingly smart, you have great taste in music, and you’re absurdly good-looking (yeah, I’m talking to you).

Also? You make me smile when I need it the most.

Thanks for being you.

—Berto

Dawn wind wakes the chimesAndroids prepare to attackRose petals...

Wed, 04 Nov 2009 12:48:47 -0500

Dawn wind wakes the chimes
Androids prepare to attack
Rose petals shiver

New Words for Old Desires

Wed, 04 Nov 2009 08:03:00 -0500

November’s always been a tricky month. September is about the quiet-but-pleasing reflection of Summer’s passing and the anticipation of the promise of Autumn’s gifts. October is about Marathon training and running, enjoying pumpkins, regarding the leaves alight in color and change, and, of course, activities involving laughter, deep red wines, hay, and apples.

November, though, has always held a strange place in my mind. Somehow Autumn’s quiet reflection has jumped to an almost-palpable anxiety and nervousness about Thanksgiving, Christmas, Birthdays, and a new year to it all. It’s as if we’re suddenly tired of it all and ready to move on to something else. I suppose I am ready to move on to new and different things – new seasons, new years, and new opportunities; however, I have a hard time moving forward if the past doesn’t make sense. And this year, with the sudden break of old relationships, the sudden beginnings of new ones, a looming graduation and its associated decisions, and I feel as if I am miles into the journey but without any knowledge of how I got there, where I am going, and why – all of the sudden (or, really, all along) – I am alone.

Something I respect about story-tellers and writers is their ability to find the metaphor that ties things in together. Time passes, people change. When the story begins, life is one way, then, by the time the story ends, life is another way. But the story-teller and the writer make it all make sense somehow.

My ambivalence regarding this month and the ending of things centers on a dearth of metaphors and answers. In my waning days of law school, in my waning days of my 20s, and as significant decisions hover above the horizon…I don’t know what any of it means. Which is to say, where’s the metaphor? How’s it all fit into a neat story?

12m

Damnit, these things were mine and are supposed to be safe. How is one supposed to move on if...

Wed, 04 Nov 2009 07:12:31 -0500

Damnit, these things were mine and are supposed to be safe. How is one supposed to move on if nothing’s safe?

thegrammarnazi: thekeri: jesuismilena: hoppzor: dear...

Tue, 03 Nov 2009 18:59:58 -0500

thegrammarnazi:

thekeri:

jesuismilena:

hoppzor:

dear everyone: get it right

Reblogged because correct grammar is always a turn-on.

nerdgasms: k-troll: kelsium: faithandbegorrah: I am a...

Tue, 03 Nov 2009 13:41:21 -0500

nerdgasms:

k-troll:

kelsium:

faithandbegorrah:

I am a whore.

11,418, and I’ve only been here seven months.

5,000+ at less than two months. I’m like Wilt fuckin’ Chamberlain.

Oh good, I’ve been here almost a year. This makes me feel a lot better about my 9,100+ liked posts.

I suddenly don’t feel so bad about the 3,059 likes.

Mika - Blame It On The Girls So I was sitting there in the bar...

Tue, 03 Nov 2009 12:20:51 -0500

Mika - Blame It On The Girls

So I was sitting there in the bar and this guy came up to me and he said, ‘My life stinks.’ And I saw his gold credit card, and I saw the way he was looking at people across the room, and I looked at his face and - you know, what a good looking face - and I just said, “Dude, your perspective on life sucks”.

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Tue, 03 Nov 2009 10:44:25 -0500

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Tue, 03 Nov 2009 10:44:04 -0500

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