| Sense and Sensibility |
[May. 14th, 2008|10:43 pm] |
"Oh," cried Marianne, "with what transporting sensations have I formerly seen them fall! How have I delighted as I walked to see them driven in showers about me by the wind! What feelings have they, the season, the air, altogether inspired! Now there is no one to regard them. They are seen only as a nuisance, swept hastily off, and driven as much as possible from the sight."
"It is not everyone," said Elinor, "who has your passion for dead leaves." |
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| This quote made me smile |
[May. 14th, 2008|11:52 pm] |
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"Don't explain computers to laymen. Easier to explain sex to a virgin."
--Robert A. Heinlein, The Moon is a Harsh Mistress |
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[May. 15th, 2008|12:05 am] |
"There was some open space between what he knew and what he tried to believe, but nothing could be done about it, and if you can't fix it you've got to stand it."
"Brokeback Mountain" - Annie Proulx |
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| Purna Bahadur Vaidya, "Water Is Water" |
[May. 15th, 2008|10:57 am] |
WATER IS WATER
Water--
never blocks the light--
its ever moving skin
radiates; its single vision parsed into colors
explicates what's embodied
within light
That rainbow
water sketches on a blue slate
is a disquisition--
--what is and what is seen
borne forth in their fullness
by light
Me?--That very drop!
that attempts to write of light:
self emergent; the enlivened heat of it,
and the gentleness
resplendent on its surface
To express that
in the vastness outside itself
PURNA BAHADUR VAIDYA
Translated from the Nepal Bhasa (Newari) by Wayne Amtzis |
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| My Sisters Keeper by Jodi Picoult |
[May. 14th, 2008|08:29 pm] |
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Let me tell you this: if you meet a loner, no matter what they tell you, it's not because they enjoy solitude. It's because they have tried to blend into the world before, and people continue to disappoint them.
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"You take someone's breath away," I stressed. "You rob them of the ability to utter a single word." I tipped the neck of the empty liquor bottle toward him, "You steal a heart."
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| should wondergirl.org return? |
[May. 14th, 2008|07:04 pm] |
and as what? i want yr ideas!
thanks xoxo |
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| Themeweek - Videogames: Tomb Raider: The Cradle of Life |
[May. 15th, 2008|12:45 am] |
Poll #1187989 Rate it: Tomb Raider: The Cradle of Life
Open to: All, results viewable to: All
Have you seen this movie?
The first "Tomb Raider" movie has been voted on in this post one year ago.
Trivia:
In the previous film, Angelina Jolie had to wear bra padding in order for her bust size to measure up to the videogame character's. Jolie wears considerably less (and possibly no) padding in this film, as the decision was made to give Lara more realistic dimensions. |
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| Undoing Gender |
[May. 14th, 2008|03:34 pm] |
Let's face it. We're undone by each other. And if we're not, we're missing something. If this seems so clearly the case with grief, it is only because it was already the case with desire. One does not always stay intact. It may be that one wants to, or does, but it may also be that despite one's best efforts, one is undone, in the face of the other, by the touch, by the scent, by the feel, by the prospect of the touch, by the memory of the feel. And so when we speak about my sexuality or my gender, as we do (and as we must), we mean something complicated by it. Neither of these is precisely a possession, but both are to be understood as modes of being dispossessed, ways of being for another, or, indeed, by virtue of another.
- Judith Butler, Undoing Gender. |
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[May. 14th, 2008|12:43 pm] |
I've been trying to get through Chuck Klosterman's Sex Drugs and Cocopuffs without much success (read as: his writing style and opinions are driving me up a wall). Regardless, in this one chapter, he had a few quotables.
Please don't take these to be my opinion, I do infact like soccer but I have the vague feeling I like it for the same reasons he says I should.
"But Soccer is the one sport that's an exception to that reality. Soccer unconciously rewards the outcastm which is why so many adults are fooled into thinking their kids love it. The truth is that most children don't love soccer, they simply hate the alternatives more. .... This is why soccer seems like such a respite from all that mortification; it's the one aerobic activity where nothingness is expected. ... A normal eleven- year- old can play and entire season without placing toe to sphere and nobody would even notice, assuming he or she does a proper job of running about and avoidingmajor collisions. Soccer feels 'fun' because it's not terrifying-- it's the ony sport wherey ou can't fuck up. An outcast can succeed simply by not failing and public failure is every outcast's deepest fear."
"To say you love soccer is to say you believe in enforced equality more than you believe in the value of competition and the capacity of the human spirit."
Vaguely interesting... |
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| Everything is Illuminated by Jonathan Safran Foer |
[May. 14th, 2008|12:25 pm] |
"The glow is born from the sum of thousands of loves: newlyweds and teenagers who spark like lighters out of butane, pairs of men who burn fast and bright, pairs of women who illuminate for hours with soft multiple glows, orgies like rock and flint toys sold at festivals, couples trying unsuccessfully to have children who burn their frustrated image on the continent like the bloom a bright light leaves on the eye after you turn away from it.
"Some nights, some places are a little brighter. It's difficult to stare at New York City on Valentine's Day, or Dublin on St. Patrick's. The old walled city of Jerusalem lights up like a candle on each of Chanukah's eight nights. Trachimday is the only time all year when the tiny village of Trachimbrod can be seen from space, when enough copulative voltage is generated to sex the Polish-Ukrainian skies electric. We're here, the glow of 1804 will say in one and a half centuries. We're here, and we're alive." |
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[May. 14th, 2008|11:04 am] |
I don't remember ever getting corrected in high school or college for writing who instead of whom. But except to be funny, I've never said whom in my life. Which makes me think there are two other words: who and who'--the apostrophe standing for the syncopated m.
-Samuel R. Delany, Dhalgren |
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| A Primer - Bob Hicok |
[May. 14th, 2008|08:38 am] |
A Primer
-- Bob Hicok (2008)
I remember Michigan fondly as the place I go
to be in Michigan. The right hand of America
waving from maps or the left
pressing into clay a mold to take home
from kindergarten to Mother. I lived in Michigan
forty-three years. The state bird
is a chained factory gate. The state flower
is Lake Superior, which sounds egotistical
though it is merely cold and deep as truth.
A Midwesterner can use the word “truth,”
can sincerely use the word “sincere.”
In truth the Midwest is not mid or west.
When I go back to Michigan I drive through Ohio.
There is off I-75 in Ohio a mosque, so life
goes corn corn corn mosque, I wave at Islam,
which we’re not getting along with
on account of the Towers as I pass.
Then Ohio goes corn corn corn
billboard, goodbye, Islam. You never forget
how to be from Michigan when you’re from Michigan.
It’s like riding a bike of ice and fly fishing.
The Upper Peninsula is a spare state
in case Michigan goes flat. I live now
in Virginia, which has no backup plan
but is named the same as my mother,
I live in my mother again, which is creepy
but so is what the skin under my chin is doing,
suddenly there’s a pouch like marsupials
are needed. The state joy is spring.
“Osiris, we beseech thee, rise and give us baseball”
is how we might sound were we Egyptian in April,
when February hasn’t ended. February
is thirteen months long in Michigan.
We are a people who by February
want to kill the sky for being so gray
and angry at us. “What did we do?”
is the state motto. There’s a day in May
when we’re all tumblers, gymnastics
is everywhere, and daffodils are asked
by young men to be their wives. When a man elopes
with a daffodil, you know where he’s from.
In this way I have given you a primer.
Let us all be from somewhere.
Let us tell each other everything we can. |
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| a dedication |
[May. 14th, 2008|03:31 pm] |
My Dear Lucy,
I wrote this story for you, but when I began it I had not realized that girls grow quicker than books. As a result you are already too old for fairy tales, and by the time it is printed and bound you will be older still. But some day you will be old enough to start reading fairy tales again. You can then take it down from some upper shelf, dust it, and tell me what you think of it. I shall probably be too deaf to hear, and too old to understand, a word you say, but I shall still be
your affectionate Godfather,
C. S. Lewis |
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| Atlas Shrugged // Ayn Rand |
[May. 14th, 2008|01:55 pm] |
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Thinking is a man's only basic virtue, from which all the others proceed. And his basic vice, the source of all his evils, is that nameless act which all of you practice, but struggle never to admit: the act of blanking out, the willfull suspension of one's consciousness, the refusal to think--not blindness, but the refusal to see; not ignorance but the refusal to know. It is the act of unfocusing your mind and inducing an inner fog to escape the responsibility of judgment--on the unstated premise that a thing will not exist if only you refuse to identify it, that A will not be A so long as you do not pronounce the verdict 'it is.' Non-thinking is an act of annihilation, a wish to negate existence, an attempt to wipe out reality. |
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| For the Local |
[May. 14th, 2008|12:31 am] |
ORPHAN, n. A living person whom death has deprived of the power of filial ingratitude --a privation appealing with a particular eloquence to all that is sympathetic in human nature. When young the orphan is commonly sent to an asylum, where by careful cultivation of its rudimentary sense of locality it is taught to know its place. It is then instructed in the arts of dependence and servitude and eventually turned loose to prey upon the world as a bootblack or scullery maid.
Ambrose Bierce |
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[May. 13th, 2008|12:00 am] |
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http://feeds.villagevoice.com/~r/articles/savage_love/~3/289927160/0820,my-boyfriend-s-kink-is-getting-fat-what-do-i-do,440948,24.html http://villagevoice.com/people/0820,my-boyfriend-s-kink-is-getting-fat-what-do-i-do,440948,24.html Q: I'm a 31-year-old man, and my girlfriend is 28. We've been in a monogamous relationship for four years. Recently, we've been doing the long-distance thing, and we're going to be doing it for a while until I can move from Canada to the United States. This is our problem: She brought up the idea of an open relationship until I get down there. I said OK—trying to be GGG—then called her back 24 hours later and reneged.Dan, I can't . . . read more (By Dan Savage) |
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| Prospectus to the Recluse - William Wordsworth |
[May. 13th, 2008|09:55 pm] |
An hourly neighbor. Paradise, and groves
Elysian, Fortune Fields - like those of old
Sought in the Atlantic Main - why should they be
A history only of departed things,
Or a mere fiction of what never was?
For the discerning intellect of Man,
When wedded to this goodly universe
In love and holy passion, shall find these
A simple product of the common day. |
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| Savage Lovecast |
[May. 13th, 2008|12:00 am] |
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http://feeds.villagevoice.com/~r/articles/savage_love/~3/289898630/0820,my-boyfriend-s-k,440948,24.html http://villagevoice.com/people/0820,my-boyfriend-s-k,440948,24.html Q: I'm a 31-year-old man, and my girlfriend is 28. We've been in a monogamous relationship for four years. Recently, we've been doing the long-distance thing, and we're going to be doing it for a while until I can move from Canada to the United States. This is our problem: She brought up the idea of an open relationship until I get down there. I said OK—trying to be GGG—then called her back 24 hours later and reneged.Dan, I can't stand the idea . . . read more (By Dan Savage) |
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| Alice's Adventures in Wonderland |
[May. 14th, 2008|02:49 pm] |
'Would you tell me, please, which way I ought to go from here?'
'That depends a good deal on where you want to get to,' said the Cat.
'I don't much care where -' said Alice.
'Then it doesn't matter which way you go,' said the Cat.
'-so long as I get somewhere,' Alice added as an explanation.
Lewis Carroll, Alice's Adventures in Wonderland |
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| Regarding My Sanity |
[May. 13th, 2008|11:44 pm] |
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You guys rock.
<3 |
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