December 2011
67 posts
November 2011
49 posts
white cheddar cheez-its and gin on the rocks.
You know you're a history major when a primary source makes you laugh harder than anything else you've seen in months.
just 3ish more pages of this paper. then relative (extremely relative) freedom…!
Judith Jarvis Thomson. Someone I look up to… no matter what all of my ‘Christian Right’ peers say.
“There is only one valuable thing in art: the thing you cannot explain.”
—Georges Braque (1882-1963)
listening to Viðrar Vel Til Loftárása. so beautiful.
“Any time (less than) 5% of the population controls over 80% of the nations’ wealth something is dramatically wrong…”
—Ralph David Abernathy (1926—1990)
the way this world is constantly caught up in painful quarrels of many kinds is so sad and daunting and stressful and depressing. its ‘broken’ nature is really overwhelming.
“Sometimes you climb out of bed in the morning and you think, I’m not going to make it, but you laugh inside — remembering all the times you’ve felt that way.”
—Charles Bukowski (via reverbelation)
“Stress is an ignorant state. It believes that everything is an emergency. Nothing is that important.”
—Natalie Goldberg (via eloquentandhonest)
“To set the mind on the flesh is death, but to set the mind on the Spirit is life and peace.”
—Romans 8:6
“I heard a preacher say recently that hope is a revolutionary patience; let me add that so is being a writer. Hope begins in the dark, the stubborn hope that if you just show up and try to do the right thing, the dawn will come. You wait and watch and work: you don’t give up.”
—Anne Lamott, Bird by Bird
to-do list when i'm done with my paper:
- read
- write
- take pictures
“Lord, make me an instrument of your peace,
Where there is hatred, let me sow love;
where there is injury, pardon;
where there is doubt, faith;
where there is despair, hope;
where there is darkness, light;
where there is sadness, joy; O Divine Master, grant that I may not so much seek to be consoled as to console;
to be understood as to understand;
to be loved as to love. For it is in giving that we receive;
it is in pardoning that we are pardoned;
and it is in dying that we are born to eternal life.” —Francis of Assisi
Where there is hatred, let me sow love;
where there is injury, pardon;
where there is doubt, faith;
where there is despair, hope;
where there is darkness, light;
where there is sadness, joy; O Divine Master, grant that I may not so much seek to be consoled as to console;
to be understood as to understand;
to be loved as to love. For it is in giving that we receive;
it is in pardoning that we are pardoned;
and it is in dying that we are born to eternal life.” —Francis of Assisi
“If you wait, all that happens is that you get older.”
—Larry McMurtry, Some Can Whistle (via liquidnight)
[i carry your heart with me(i carry it in]
i carry your heart with me (i carry it in
my heart) i am never without it (anywhere
i go you go, my dear; and whatever is done
by only me is your doing, my darling)
i fear
no fate (for you are my fate, my sweet) i want
no world (for beautiful you are my world, my true)
and it’s you are whatever a moon has always meant
and whatever a sun will always sing is you
here is the deepest secret nobody knows
(here is the root of the root and the bud of the bud
and the sky of the sky of a tree called life; which grows
higher than the soul can hope or mind can hide)
and this is the wonder that’s keeping the stars apart
i carry your heart (i carry it in my heart)
-EE CUMMINGS
So close to the end
I am so excited to be done with school. Just a few more weeks of hell and then all shall be well.
Countdown until Thanksgiving and the end (for now at least) of my intellectual and academic struggle: 17 days
“Come now, you rich, weep and howl for the miseries that are coming upon you. Your riches have rotted and your garments are moth-eaten. Your gold and silver have corroded, and their corrosion will be evidence against you and will eat your flesh like fire. You have laid up treasure in the last days. Behold, the wages of the laborers who mowed your fields, which you kept back by fraud, are crying out against you, and the cries of the harvesters have reached the ears of the Lord of hosts. You have lived on the earth in luxury and in self-indulgence. You have fattened your hearts in a day of slaughter. You have condemned and murdered the righteous person. He does not resist you.”
—James 5:1-6
in the market for a typewriter.
