My poster: We had to take a photograph of our animal and put it into an “environment”.
You are awesome.
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Joanna Newsom - Soft As Chalk
I think this is one of my favorite tracks from Joanna Newsom’s new 3 CD album, Have One On Me.
I finally cracked and created a flavors.me. I need better resolution photos of myself…
I discovered this thing a few days ago, and created one for myself. I need to find my tripod so I can just photograph myself and get it over with.
I’d consider actually coughing up the $20 to use a custom domain, and making that the new frontpage for thegnomeproject.net.
I’ve not heard about this yet. Seems kind of interesting.
You should just point “thegnomeproject.net” to your “flavors.me” page and then create the subdomain “blog.thegnomeproject.net” and point that to your tumblr. No money spent. ;-)
Hmm, yeah. Actually, I guess I could kind of do that using DNS A-records from my webhosting dashboard. The thing right now is that Tumblr is actually where my domain resolves. It doesn’t resolve back at Dreamhost and then get forwarded to here. Maybe, using A-records, I could still make it look professional? I’ll look into it this weekend. This is a crazy week with regard to midterm stuff.
EDIT: Who am I kidding? I’ll probably give this a shot tonight while I’m supposed to be studying for my midterm in, and writing a paper for, Contemporary Drama.
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Did you ever wonder what the beginning of Beowulf sounds like in Old English?
Well, you don’t have to wonder anymore, because I had to record myself reading it for my Historical Linguistics class. I, uh, think I’m pronouncing things right.
Imported from Last.fm Tumblr by JoeLaz
UPS temporarily lost my Joanna Newsom CD, or whatever is meant by “THE PACKAGE WAS MISSED AT THE UPS FACILITY”.
/rage
I finally cracked and created a flavors.me. I need better resolution photos of myself…
I discovered this thing a few days ago, and created one for myself. I need to find my tripod so I can just photograph myself and get it over with.
I’d consider actually coughing up the $20 to use a custom domain, and making that the new frontpage for thegnomeproject.net.
I made french toast tonight from Rebecca and my sourdough bread.
Filed under things that are delicious.
Even my gender has been questioned. I want that to be public because I don’t want 50 years from now more young boys and girls to have to go through this sort of thing and to have their whole life basically questioned for no reason other than to make a joke and to make people watch their television program. I hope more kids can grow up the same way that I did and more kids can feel the freedom that I feel to be themselves and to express themselves. There’s a whole generation of people that aren’t defined by their sex or their race or by who they like to sleep with. I think as a person you know what your values are and what you believe in, and I think that’s the most important thing.
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| — | Johnny Weir, responding to commentators who questioned his gender, example he sets (via apsies) (via pedrosanchez) |
(660): dude im at a party with a bunch of 17 year old gilrs this is awesome
(816): no its not leaveIt seems like his has been happening a lot around here lately.
Uh oh.
I am now going to ask you a favor which sounds quite crazy, and which I should regard as such, were I the one to receive the letter. It is also the very greatest test that even the kindest person could be put to. Well, this is it:
Write to me only once a week, so that your letter arrives on Sunday — for I cannot endure your daily letters, I am incapable of enduring them. For instance, I answer one of your letters, then lie in bed in apparent calm, but my heart beats through my entire body and is conscious only of you. I belong to you; there is really no other way of expressing it, and that is not strong enough. But for this very reason I don’t want to know what you are wearing; it confuses me so much that I cannot deal with life; and that’s why I don’t want to know that you are fond of me.
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Franz Kafka wrote exactly the sort of love letters you’d expect. (via jlovely) (via pedrosanchez) |
