June 2011
1 post
Blanks for the Memories →
youmightfindyourself:
A rowdy cousin … an Eeyore T-shirt … a dog-shaped balloon.
Why we remember some scenes from early childhood and forget others has long intrigued scientists—as well as parents striving to create happy memories for their kids. One of the biggest mysteries: why most people can’t seem to recall anything before age 3 or 4.
Now, researchers in Canada have demonstrated that...
May 2010
2 posts
April 2010
15 posts
Cha-chinnnng
In 2006, the United States Census Bureau determined that there were nearly 1.5 billion credit cards in use in the U.S. A stack of all those credit cards would reach more than 70 miles into space — and be almost as tall as 13 Mount Everests.
(Source: NY Times, Feb. 23, 2009)
What I wish was in my employee handbook
“Well, I had to show a short training video when I was a cashier trainer for a local supermarket. I would always tell the trainees (just after the math lessons) that if a customer gets belligerent, ‘you need to call a manager because you don’t get paid enough to deal with that bullshit!’”
(via the erudite comments section at everythingisterrible)
March 2010
34 posts
"The level of creativity and intellectual activity...
“Suppose we abandoned the notion that learning is a time-consuming and obligatory filling of our heads, and replaced it with the idea, courtesy of Goethe, that ‘people cannot learn what they do not love’—the idea of learning as an encounter infused with eros. We always fine time for what we truly love, one way or another. Suppose further that love, being an inclusive...
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zoologique:
(two ideas)
(1) “Throwup With Bobby Flay”
(2) fuckyeahindigestioncommercials.tumblr.com
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“One word, Ma’am,” he said, coming back from the fire; limping, because of the pain. “One word. All you’ve been saying is quite right, I shouldn’t wonder. I’m a chap who always liked to know the worst and then put the best face I can on it. So I won’t deny any of what you said. But there’s one more thing to be said, even so. Suppose we have only dreamed, or made up, all those things – trees...
“There is nothing more dangerous to me than remembering. The moment I have remembered some life-relationship, that moment it ceased to exist. People say that separation tends to revive love. Quite true, but it revives it in a purely poetic manner. The life that is lived wholly in memory is the most perfect conceivable, the satisfactions of memory are richer than any reality, and have a...
Magic Fingers?
“Corpse found under motel bed where couple slept”
“And once again I believe that nothing that’s important really becomes lost. We...”
– Miguel Sousa Tavares, sent to me and translated by Luis (thank you!) (via nightmarebrunette)
Sadybusiness: TIGER BEATDOWN T-SHIRT UPDATES:... →
Okay, SO. It turns out you should not ACTUALLY drink some wine and make dinner and start talking about your dating life and forget that you don’t have a working copy of Photoshop before your t-shirt printing party. That is not a good idea! You will have fourteen t-shirts to make, and you will end…
Nope, no questions. But I DO WANT A SHIRT. I’ma wear it everywhere and to everything,...
bow-tie:
unicornology:
home (RAC remix) by...
lapetitebaobab:
carinaavila:
Thirteen | Big...
Ten Things Michael Cera Hates - BlackBook →
youmightfindyourself:
1. I’ve had enough of overly attentive hotel managers. If any hotel managers are reading this, is there really any need to come into my room at 4:30am and physically shake my body with excessive force until I’m woken (startled beyond belief, naturally) just to ask if everything is to my liking and if there’s anything you can do for me? No wonder people live in houses.
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septembrist: from The House of Breath →
lapetitebaobab:
—O agony of faces without features like faces in fogs of dreams of sorrow and horror, worn holes of mouths opened, calling cries that cannot be heard, saying what words, what choked names of breath that must be heard. And to find out what we are, we must enter back into the ideas and the dreams of…
Sadybusiness: "You throw back your head," Marina... →
You throw back your head, because you are proud. And a braggart. This February has brought me a gay companion!
Clattering with gold pieces, and slowly puffing out smoke, we walk like solemn foreigners through my native city.
And whose attentive hands have touched your eyelashes, beautiful…
Sadybusiness: And Now, A Distraction: Sady Talks... →
I studied with a poet called Sekou Sundiata. He was, if you have ever wondered, a pretty amazing poet. Though he was very spoken-word, and I’ve had trouble figuring out where to find his stuff printed; I’ve seen it anthologized at least once, a poem about (I think) cellular memory and the…
lapetitebaobab:
whenigodeaf:
RIP, Mark...
