Saturday, May 30, 2015
http://www.reddit.com/r/IAmA/comments/351yxe/mark_ruffalo_back_again_on_reddit_lets_talk_water/cr05soj
bridesmaids (2011)
Speaking of Consuelo, Lillian and I took Spanish together in school. And so, I would just like to say to you and to everyone here, "Gracias para vivar en la casa, en la escuelas, en... en la azul... "markada". Tienes con "bibir" en las Fortuashla?" and gracias!
A couple of years ago I developed an anxious habit of holding my breath through uncomfortable situations.
On writing days I'll do the same thing by withholding snacks. I'm so drained right now. ergo: SNACKS I NEED SNACKS in exactly the same way i need air
make me kind.
"Nice" is often artificial, a persona adopted to maximize social approval. "Nice" often disguises feelings of judgment and a lack of openness, or even outright hostility.
Kindness, on the other hand, emerges from a genuine benevolence toward others, and a true regard for the difficulties and struggles they face simply by merit of being human. It's a trait I personally don't have nearly enough of, and work constantly on developing.
http://www.reddit.com/r/entp/comments/37il3a/list_3_things_that_make_you_enjoy_someones/crnjmox
Thursday, May 21, 2015
Monday, May 18, 2015
Baseball is about homecoming. It is a journey by theft and strength, guile and speed, out around first to the far island of second, where foes lurk in the reefs and the green sea suddenly grows deeper, then to turn sharply, skimming the shallows, making for a shore that will show a friendly face, a color, a familiar language, and, at third, to proceed, no longer by paths indirect but straight, to home.
http://www.foxsports.com/mlb/just-a-bit-outside/story/profile-fay-vincent-1989-mlb-world-series-earthquake-101414
Sunday, May 17, 2015
“This sentence has five words. Here are five more words. Five-word sentences are fine. But several together become monotonous. Listen to what is happening. The writing is getting boring. The sound of it drones. It’s like a stuck record. The ear demands some variety. Now listen. I vary the sentence length, and I create music. Music. The writing sings. It has a pleasant rhythm, a lilt, a harmony. I use short sentences. And I use sentences of medium length. And sometimes, when I am certain the reader is rested, I will engage him with a sentence of considerable length, a sentence that burns with energy and builds with all the impetus of a crescendo, the roll of the drums, the crash of the cymbals–sounds that say listen to this, it is important.”
― Gary Provost
“She wasn’t doing a thing that I could see, except standing there leaning on the balcony railing, holding the universe together.”
—J. D. Salinger, “A Girl I Knew”
"As the days went by, the evolution of like into love was accelerated. White Fang himself began to grow aware of it, though in his consciousness he knew not what love was. It manifested itself to him as a void in his being—a hungry, aching, yearning void that clamoured to be filled. It was a pain and an unrest; and it received easement only by the touch of the new god’s presence. At such times love was joy to him, a wild, keen-thrilling satisfaction. But when away from his god, the pain and the unrest returned; the void in him sprang up and pressed against him with its emptiness, and the hunger gnawed and gnawed unceasingly. " White Fang - Jack London
"To be with you or not to be with you is the measure of my time" "Estar contigo o no estar contigo es la medida de mi tiempo" Jorge Luis Borges, The Threatened Man (El Amenazado)
"As the days went by, the evolution of like into love was accelerated. White Fang himself began to grow aware of it, though in his consciousness he knew not what love was. It manifested itself to him as a void in his being—a hungry, aching, yearning void that clamoured to be filled. It was a pain and an unrest; and it received easement only by the touch of the new god’s presence. At such times love was joy to him, a wild, keen-thrilling satisfaction. But when away from his god, the pain and the unrest returned; the void in him sprang up and pressed against him with its emptiness, and the hunger gnawed and gnawed unceasingly. " White Fang - Jack London
"To be with you or not to be with you is the measure of my time" "Estar contigo o no estar contigo es la medida de mi tiempo" Jorge Luis Borges, The Threatened Man (El Amenazado)
Saturday, May 16, 2015
Wednesday, May 13, 2015
Monday, May 11, 2015
Sunday, May 10, 2015
Saturday, May 09, 2015
calvary (2014) paraphrase
that is not unfair. that is just what happened.
many people lead good lives. they do not feel love. that is what is unfair
Thursday, May 07, 2015
Lord, our efforts at faithfulness are fraught with failure more often than we care to admit. Thank you that your love for us is never wasted. Keep us rooted in your word, eating at your table, and praying by your Spirit, so that we may remember when we fail that we are part of your family not because we deserve to be be but because you want us. Amen.