November 2008
33 posts
Starlings in Winter - Mary Oliver
scout:
Chunky and noisy, but with stars in their black feathers, they spring from the telephone wire and instantly they are acrobats in the freezing wind. And now, in the theater of air, they swing over buildings, dipping and rising; they float like one stippled star that opens, becomes for a moment fragmented, then closes again; and you watch and you try but you simply can’t imagine how they do...
Tomorrow's Plans
Include:
recipe strategizing/planning, tennisball flinging, dogwalking, baking/cooking/tasting/timing, expandawaist (read: sweatpants) wearing, catchphrasing, cocktail imbibing, ‘Christmas Vacation’ watching, cranberry popping, political conversation avoiding, holiday table decorating, turkey aromatherapy loving, family feuding, more tennisball throwing (because, in the eyes of my...
Italian party to pay for babies named after... →
[insert scooby doo ‘ARRRRHH?’ here]
Please pass the gratitude... And the yams.
playnice:
Let’s talk turkey. You don’t require a day off, cranberry sauce, and a falsified account re: the founding of America to feel thankful. That’s why you’re so effing fortunate, because everyday, rain or shine, you recognize how great life is. Everytime you remind yourself that you’re worth loving, you’re sending gratitude out into the universe. I’m thankful for you.
Today remind...
Eleven
professionalwidow:
liy:
What they don’t understand about birthdays and what they never tell you is that when you’re eleven, you’re also ten, and nine, and eight, and seven, and six, and five, and four, and three, and two, and one. And when you wake up on your eleventh birthday you expect to feel eleven, but you don’t. You open your eyes and everything’s just like yesterday, only it’s today....
Zelda Fitzgerald to F. Scott Fitzgerald, Spring...
rgeissler:
scout:
Sweetheart, Please, please don’t be so depressed — We’ll be married soon, and then these lonesome nights will be over forever — and until we are, I am loving, loving every tiny minute of the day and night — Maybe you won’t understand this, but sometimes when I miss you most, it’s hardest to write — and you always know when I make myself — Just...
You do not wait by the phone.
playnice:
It is simply something you do not do. You have impulses to follow that are completely independent from whether or not your phone rings. If someone can’t call when they say they will, that’s their fucking problem. Your show goes on even if they aren’t in the audience.
Today remind yourself: I do not wait by the phone.
You.
professionalwidow:
galacticsimian:
are a collection of something like, ten trillion cells, fluids, organs, levers, sinews, all these combine to create Your form. You’re just like any other carbon-based biped descended from ancient apes, ninety-four percent the same, as the common chimpanzee. these traits are held, by 6.72 billion others, who are genetically identical, (for all intents and...
Am currently in kitchen making:
1. Bourbon Pecan Bread
2. Bourbon Chocolate Truffles
3. Gateau au Chocolat
Feel like Betty Bloody Crocker.
Soundtrack? Raffi’s Christmas Album. Soon to turn into Jesus Christ Superstar (religious subtext not intentionally tied to holiday baking, I just have an outrageous crush on Ted Neeley.)
“may my heart always be open to little
birds who are the secrets of living...”
– e.e. cummings (via fishy)
ahhh… mr. cummings, I love you with a thousand hearts.
I'm so fucked. →
15 Reasons Mr. Rogers Was the Best Neighbor Ever →
(DancingSaggitarius - thank you for the post, so far the best part of my day. a happy moment.)
kissandtell:
It is heresy in America to embrace any way of life except as half of a couple. Solitude is un-American. It may be condoned in a man - especially if he is a ‘glamorous bachelor’ who ‘dates starlets’ during a brief interval between marriages. But a woman is always presumed to be alone as a result of abandonment, not choice. And she is treated that way: as a pariah. There is...
I am completely obsessed with Andy Goldsworthy right now.
“So what do I do with all the love I have? Send it into the skies? Write it on...”
– (via sunlit-skies) (via pieces) (via closertotheocean) (via kendraspear) (via dilaudid) (via sleepanddream) (via theexfiles)
Well said!
“He understood that it took only one lunatic and a torch to bring everything to...”
– Raymond Carver, ‘After the Denim’ (via smut-to-go)
“We could have been anywhere, somewhere enchanted.”
– Raymond Carver, ‘What We Talk About When We Talk About Love’ (via smut-to-go)
“Fantasy, abandoned by reason, produces impossible monsters; united with it, she...”
– Goya (via affremblequotes)
Count me (and the 'good' pot) IN.
The following letter originated as an October 17th comment on washingtonpost.com. It paints a detailed picture of what “Real America” would look like if all the “Fake Americans” left. Pass it on.
Dear Red States,
We’ve decided we’re leaving. We intend to form our own country, and we’re taking the other Blue States with us.
In case you aren’t...
Forget the deal breakers.
playnice:
Deal breakers are traits you’ve decided not to tolerate in a potential love interest. If a person presents this undesirable characteristic, they no longer stand a chance. Maybe for today, rather than dismiss every guy wearing tapered jeans, you could consider them on a case by case basis. I’d hate for you to miss the one great tapered jean wearer because it SEEMS like they’re all...
