An Exaltation of Larks, James Lipton: Afterword
A clutch of second thoughts
As usual, the French have a rather nice word for it: l’espirit de l’escalier, the thought on the stairway that we should have uttered in company but didn’t think of until we were on our way out - or home in bed - and it was too late to dazzle anyone but ourselves.
I'm so human.: I loved you first.
I lay in a tent, next to a rushing waterfall, hugged in every direction by sturdy mountains or forests and I just thought to myself. I felt so small and so insignificant and yet nothing about the feeling was sad, in fact it was a comfort. Rain tapped an irregular beat on the roof of my bubble…
(Source: pouretrebelle, via castlekeys)
Moving Pictures: Hudson River Project
“Friend and photographer Antony Crook recently sent over a little teaser for a project he’s been involved with for some time now along with James Bowthorpe(who you’ll recognize as the Rig Out’s 30 Century Man from issue #3). The premise of the project; build a boat from the city’s waste, portage it to the source of the Hudson river and row it back, past farmland, wilderness, countryside, towns and industry, visually connecting the source of the river to the city so dependent on it. The trailer was filmed over a number of scouting trips to chart the path of the journey.
With Antony behind the camera and an original soundtrack by Mogwai, the full length film, set to begin filming mid-September, seems certain to be an intimate and stunning study of their journey from the building of the vessel to their embarking from high in the Adirondack Mountains and the trip back 300+ miles by the waters of the Hudson to the city it serves.
For more on the Hudson River Project, keep tabs on them via this thing called Twitter, find them on Facebook, check out The Hudson River Project site and click over to Kickstarter to read more and/or help in funding the ambitious venture. God speed gents.”
USGS Map Sale
“I love maps, so I was thrilled to stumble on a great find by Cold Splinters. USGS is overstocked on some of their prodigious inventory, and they are selling a selection of their maps for $1.00 each.
Dig in by June 4, here.”
i bought on eggplant on monday and it cost me exactly two dollars. it’s the little things, you know?
1.34 lb @ 1.49 /lb
WT EGGPLANT 2.00
TAX 0.00
**** BALANCE 2.00
TOTAL NUMBER OF ITEMS SOLD = 1
05/21/12 06:13pm
couscous, the last beer, and bird call challenge.
Foggy flats of Chatham by Ian Hoogenboom on Flickr.
via ian hoogenboom, via exchange of contacts at nelsonville music festival
(Source: brookeshanesyphotography, via geehoff)
(Source: seasons-of-emotion, via castlekeys)
(Source: nomad-poetry)
name that coordination compound
ethylenediaminetetraacetateoferrate(II)
….cowering in fear of my last general chemistry midterm. a big yawn and then another earnest lean into chapter 22 of the textbook.
mornings like this one makes me think back to high school when my dad would never drop me or my brother off without a few words of encouragement. he had a few unusual phrases, and i remember one I heard pretty often was “blow their doors off” or occasionally just, “give it your best shot!” his enthusiasm for our education never faltered on those mornings, and i never stopped hearing it or needing it. today, i could use it. i could have used it yesterday, too, on the way to a difficult conversation.
but, i don’t have to hear those words to know that they’re there. any big heavy doors i’ll walk through for the rest of my life, i’ll hear by dad’s voice behind me.
internetpoetry: spanish google autocomplete poem by kt vanessa
when the sun comes in the morning to the planet earth where i live
when in the morning, when I’m gone and you don’t have neither a memory of mineand I’ll go
and I get killer
and I’ll go
and I’ll go and the birds will stay singing
and I keep dancingand I want to keep playing
and I want to be with you
and I want to ignite in you
and I want to eat the world
and I want to be with youbut you’re not here
but your sight
but what have you given to me
but you have given to me false love promisesbut I know that is a lie
but then I was old, I’m much younger today
but I’m not your prisoner
but I know that is a lie, that is a lie
but I’m not your prisoner and I don’t have a soul of a robot
i don’t remember the last time i heard this song, but it was good to laugh and dance to by myself when it turned on in my kitchen very very early this morning. roommate’s alarms provide a little boost with four and half more hours of research to do
