You will grab attention in any way you possibly can. Self-immolation is not out of the question. You like to kiss mirrors a lot. Genghis Khan was a Leo, and so is Barney the Dinosaur. People still love Lucy, but less because she was a Leo. Leos will interrupt conversation to talk, and they will place themselves bodily in the way of someone who is trying to leave before the Leo is finished saying what he or she needs to say. All Leos want parades on their birthdays. Leos never marry because no one is good enough for them. If they do marry, they keep their spouses locked under the bathroom sink. They need physical affection at all times; unfortunately, they can’t find any because everyone thinks they are irritating punks. This is why so many of the people arrested for necrophilia are Leos. A Leo uses himself as an example of the Overman in order to describe philosophical concepts. Some Leos decide to be homosexual even if they aren’t, because they think this gives them shock value. It actually means that neither gender will want to hook up with them. In actuality, anything besides a romantic evening with themselves is considered a step down for the Leo. Leos open doors by screaming at them. They expect their Clappers to applaud when they enter a room. Leos are said to resemble lions. This means that they are loud, have cleft upper lips and slimy noses, and s**t under trees as they walk. They snack on monkeys while watching “Entertainment Tonight”. Humility frightens Leos. That is why Jesus was a Capricorn, Buddha was an Aries, and so forth. However, “radical cult leader” is not out of the question. Leos like to start fights with Aries. They will stomp and bloody each other regardless of whether or not they are in public. In fact, the Leos usually prefer it. You will see these fights taking place at bars, sporting events, fashion shows, or Taco Bell. If you are a clever Capricorn, you will sell tickets. Don’t worry about hanging posters—Leo will take care of that in advance. Aquarians hang posters of rock stars on their walls. Scorpios hang posters of famous disasters on their walls. Capricorns hang posters of great mathematicians on their walls. Pisceans hang posters of unicorns on their walls. Leos hang posters of themselves on their walls.
“I wanted to be chic and comfortable and I really was. I also want to end this nonsense on whether or not leggings are pants. They have two legs and a waist opening. They are pants. Let’s not be so concerned with what other people are wearing!!! Remember when we were little and wore Burger King crowns and thought we were royalty and our mom’s weren’t all like “you’re not a princess because that is made of cardboard”!??! Remember? Wear what you want, call it what you want and make yourself happy. Once you follow your bliss, everything can happy. That’s when the real opportunity starts.”— Jessica Joan/What I Wore, Sept 21, 2009
“Mutual understanding happens by the fact that talk stands up against talk, but does not remain static. Instead, in talking to each other we pass over into the imaginative world of the other, we as it were open ourselves up to them, and they do so to us. So we play into each other until the game of giving and taking, the conversation proper, begins. No one can deny that in such real conversation there is something of chance, the favor of surprise, finally also of lightness, yes, even of elevation, which pertains to the nature of game-play. And truly the elevation of conversation is experienced not as a loss of self-possession, but, even without ourselves actually attending to it, as an enrichment of ourselves.”—Hans-Georg Gadamer: Philosophical Hermeneutics (translated by David E. Linge) (via fuckyeahphilosophy) (via fairphantom)
“A few years back I was having a really horrible time and living in this windowless basement and I had been reduced to nothing once again and I remember thinking about The Blues Brothers and how much I had admired them as a kid. The thing was they lived in this shitty tiny little apartment next to a train track and had one suit and a couple dollars to their name, but they were doing what they loved and they were being true to themselves, and there was just something I guess romantic about that. And it sort of helped me put shit into perspective. You know, things are weird, you sometimes find solace or even guidance in the strangest places.”— Chase Lisbon, Favorite Fictional Character?
Back in 2001, I started something called the Banned Books Project. It started out as a little addition to my blog and before I knew it, the thing grew to major proportions. Tons of people wrote essays on their favorite banned books or on book banning in general. I ran it for two years (here’s the archive of the 2002 site) and in 2002 we dis something called the One Sentence project, where people would, in one sentence, try to convince others to read a banned book.
That was one of the most inspiring projects I ever took on. I was amazed at how many people supported and contributed to the site. Even the ALA linked to the project and helped me out with ideas.
I would love to do something like that again, but I think the internet is a much different place than it was in 2001 and 2002. People are more spread out over different communities. Then, bloggers kind of stuck together and supported each other’s projects and I’m not saying people don’t do that now, but the sheer number of people blogging/tumbling/whatevering is so great that the really cool projects tend to get lost in between all the This Is Why You’re Fat kind of thing.
I’m feeling pulled by forces I want to ignore. I would love to start something up. I want to feel that energy again, the energy that comes from a collective of people doing something positive and creative together. I want to feel that high you get when a collaboration go from idea to success.
I don’t want anything out of it except the joy I feel from bringing something to other people. I’ve started a lot of big projects - Trooptrax, Kids for Katrina, Voices of 9/11 - and the feeling I got when people joined the projects with me, when a little idea turned into a huge collaboration - well, I miss that feeling. I miss being involved in something bigger than me, the excitement that comes with getting a project off the ground. But, do I have time for something like this now? Should I make the time for it?
Anyhow, I got off track and I really wanted to say something about Banned Books Week and I need to put out the fire that is starting to burn in my brain about this. NO TIME FOR PROJECTS, DR. JONES.
“A person who has good thoughts cannot ever be ugly. You can have a wonky nose and a crooked mouth and a double chin and stick-out teeth, but if you have good thoughts they will shine out of your face like sunbeams and you will always look lovely.”—Roald Dahl, The Twits (via christinefriar) (via avocadosalad) (via newsandbooze)
I don’t even really know A. I know what I want and I want to force him into that mold. When I see him I see our good looking children and our big house and cute dog and money, but none of those fucking things are real at all! What’s real is he and I not talking for a week. My frustration is real.
I think the sky just opened up and God’s divine champion showchoir just burst into song, Glee-style. Pretty sure I saw the angel Mercedes anyway, maybe a couple of the Acafellas.
Because I love you, I’m sharing this ridiculous image of my pain.
And the age old question: Will a rebound hook up make me feel better?
Answer: Ha! yeah. probably. But that’s not my official stance on the matter.
Go ahead and Search DailyPep for “break up”, “relationship”, “heartbreak” or any other applicable keyword and revel in the pep.
Damnit, I love this woman. If I weren’t spending my day eyeball-deep in cover-letter-writing-mania (the anxiety! the pressure! the madness!), I’d be composing a sonnet in her honor. I tip my hat to you, Ms. Simpson.