April 2010
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It's that time of year again...
micahruelle:
It’s finals!
Short films. next week. at the 700 club.
Feel free to join.
I’m so sad that I have to miss this.
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My Top 5 Artists (Week Ending 2010-4-25) →
The National (15)
Hillsong United (3)
Bach, Johann Sebastian (2)
Dvorak, Antonin (2)
Faure, Gabriel (2)
Imported from Last.fm Tumblr by JoeLaz
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micahruelle:
tylerknott:
“Stay With Me” by...
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scout:
hollis:
asleepyhead:
spot-on:
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“Every time I read ‘Pride and Prejudice,’ I want to dig [Jane Austen] up and hit...”
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- Mark Twain Quote from a larger article about the best author vs. author put-downs, courtesy of my good friend and fellow literature fanatic Lori. (via stefaniekim)
wow! who knew?
(via imaginasi0n)(via rayrod)
Dislike.
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Whoa.
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“anyone lived in a pretty how town
(with up so floating many bells down)
spring...”
– (via eecummings)
My favorite.
My Top 5 Artists (Week Ending 2010-4-18) →
Florence & The Machine (9)
Jónsi (7)
Katy Perry (3)
Sandra McCracken (3)
Brand New (3)
Imported from Last.fm Tumblr by JoeLaz
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“O perpetual revolution of configured stars,
O perpetual recurrence of...”
– Choruses from The Rock (via tseliot)
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Rainer Maria Rilke: Orpheus, Eurydice, Hermes...
It was a mineshaft peculiar to souls. Like silent seams of silver ore they moved as veins through the darkness. Between roots sprung up the blood that issued to humankind and heavy as porphyry this seemed in the darkness. Nothing else was red.
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Rocks were there and forests lacking substance. Bridges over abysses and the great, grey, opaque pool that hangs over its long-distant source...
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Excerpted from "Metamorphoses" by Mary Zimmerman,...
HERMES: Old man, old woman, ask of us what you will. We shall grant whatever request you make of us.
[BAUCIS and PHILEMON whisper to each other.]
BAUCIS: Having spent all our lives together, we ask that you allow us to die at the same moment.
PHILEMON: I'd hate to see my wife's grave, or have her weep at mine.
NARRATOR TWO: The gods granted their wish. Arrived at a very old age together, the two stood at what had been their modest doorway and now was a grandiose facade.
ZEUS: And Baucis noticed her husband was beginning to put forth leaves, and he saw that she, too, was producing leaves and bark. They were turning into trees. They stood there, held each other, and called, before the bark closed over their mouths,
PHILEMON AND BAUCIS: Farewell.
NARRATOR ONE: Walking down the street at night, when you're all alone, you can still hear, stirring in the intermingled branches of the trees above, the ardent prayer of Baucis and Philemon. They whisper:
ALL: Let me die the moment my love dies.
NARRATOR ONE: They whisper:
ALL: Let me not outlive my own capacity to love.
NARRATOR ONE: They whisper:
ALL: Let me die still loving, and so, never die.
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Excerpted from "Metamorphoses" by Mary Zimmerman,...
A: It's just inevitable. The soul wanders in the dark, until it finds love. And so, wherever our love goes, there we find our soul.
Q: It always happens?
A: If we're lucky. And if we let ourselves be blind.
Q: Instead of watching out?
A: Instead of always watching out.
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Why the Animal Critic Gives the Panda an F →
pedrosanchez:
I like pandas. But octopuses…they just can’t beat octopuses.
This is great! From the article:
Much ado is made about the plight of the panda. Pandas are endangered due to habitat destruction, the Chinese tradition of poaching, and a hilariously low birth rate. While their exact fertility rates are unknown (it’s kind of a personal question), most experts believe that ...
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“you said Is
there anything which
is dead or alive more beautiful
than my...”
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My Shakespeare Paper
micahruelle:
… should have been written a while ago, instead I am plugging away on it now. Strangely enough, I don’t mind. I have decided that Iago from Othello is by the far the most wicked character I’ve ever read about in any form of story telling. The man is so good at being bad that, in a weird way, I’m relieved by his honesty. He’s the kind of villain you love to hate. There is absolutely...
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Her guilt and comma usage are directly...
Me: Firstly, someone pooped in the bathroom this morning and didn't flush. Secondly, there was A WASP in your bathroom.
Mom: Sucks to be you
Mom (a little later): In truth, I did flush, TWICE, obviously, it just didn't go down. At least, I tried!. You can't hold me in any way responsible for the wasp, though.
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University conference sinks its teeth into vampire... →
In a bid to make the most of that interest, George is launching, in September, what seems to be the world’s first master’s degree in vampire literature. “In the months I’ve been planning the conference I’ve fielded a huge number of inquiries from people all over the world who are interested in studying vampires, zombies and the undead at a higher level,”...
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Proper nouns come into play in Scrabble rule... →
Looks like Scrabble has jumped the shark.
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The Short Second Life of Bree Tanner: An Eclipse... →
Fans of The Twilight Saga will be enthralled by this riveting story of Bree Tanner, a character first introduced in Eclipse, and the darker side of the newborn vampire world she inhabits. In another irresistible combination of danger, mystery, and romance, Stephenie Meyer tells the devastating story of Bree and the newborn army as they prepare to close in on Bella Swan and the Cullens,...
My Top 5 Artists (Week Ending 2010-4-4) →
Ben Gibbard (11)
The Rocket Summer (7)
Sandra McCracken (7)
She & Him (6)
The Swell Season (5)
Imported from Last.fm Tumblr by JoeLaz
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“Love in action is a harsh and dreadful thing compared with love in dreams. Love...”
– The Brothers Karamazov, Fyodor Dostoyevsky (via jdlayman)
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“there are so many things that are not okay and that will never be okay again,...”
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joanna newsom. (via youwokemeup) (via pedrosanchez)
Love. Her.
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The Science of the Night, Stanley Kunitz
micahruelle:
I touch you in the night, whose gift was you, My careless sprawler, And I touch you cold, unstirring, star-bemused, That have become the land of your self-strangeness. What long seduction of the bone has led you Down the imploring roads I cannot take Into the arms of ghosts I never knew, Leaving my manhood on a rumpled field To guard you where you lie so deep In absent-mindedness,...