Wednesday, February 1, 2012
“We succeeded in taking that picture from deep space, and, if you look at it, you see a dot. That’s here. That’s home. That’s us. On it, everyone you ever heard of, every human being who ever lived, lived out their lives. The aggregate of all our joys and sufferings, thousands of confident religions, ideologies and economic doctrines, every hunter and forager, every hero and coward, every creator and destroyer of civilizations, every king and peasant, every young couple in love, every hopeful child, every mother and father, every inventor and explorer, every teacher of morals, every corrupt politician, every superstar, every supreme leader, every saint and sinner in the history of our species, lived there on a mote of dust, suspended in a sunbeam.”
Carl Sagan
Tuesday, January 31, 2012
Storytime with me and my brother Matthew apparently. I’ll never be done laughing at this.
I’m not sure what’s more inappropriate:
1) The fact that they let us poop together
2) The fact that they took a picture of it
Monday, January 30, 2012
“So avoid using the word ‘very’ because it’s lazy. A man is not very tired, he is exhausted. Don’t use very sad, use morose. Language was invented for one reason, boys - to woo women - and, in that endeavor, laziness will not do.”
Dead Poets Society, 1989 (Source: 000111000111)
Sunday, January 29, 2012
Home.
That’s me with the striped bib and ribbon belt, hollaaaa.
And because I just spent an hour going through family photos from 1991, laughing and crying my butt off…
As promised in my January 26th post and not yet delivered…
Unfortunately couldn’t find one where I wasn’t nomming on my hand…I’ve never liked paparazzi much.
Also, HIGH TOP SNEAKS.
molly-mccluskey:
Went to a JMU party last night thinking I’d get some fun attention for…being fluent in English. Yes, I was wearing my glasses, but I had an attack of the contacts at dinner, and it was either that or no partying at all. And also, my glasses are amazing.
Raging frat party. Dark, smelly, music blasting. As I walked by a group of bros hovering over the keg, one of them laughed at me and said, “You look like Harry Potter,” to which I responded, “STUPEFY!” And then I went and made myself a mixed drink with powdered gatorade.
I’ve officially lost my college swag.
Ladies and gentlemen… my hero, Shmolly McCluskey.
“I thought the most beautiful thing in the world must be shadow, the million moving shapes and cul-de-sacs of shadow. There was shadow in bureau drawers and closets and suitcases, and shadow under houses and trees and stones, and shadow at the back of people’s eyes and smiles, and shadow, miles and miles and miles of it, on the night side of the earth.”
Sylvia Plath(Source: shadowsholdtheirbreath)
“Love is blind, they say; sex is impervious to reason and mocks the power of all philosophers. But, in fact, a person’s sexual choice is the result and sum of their fundamental convictions. Tell me what a person finds sexually attractive and I will tell you their entire philosophy of life. Show me the person they sleep with and I will tell you their valuation of themselves. No matter what corruption they’re taught about the virtue of selflessness, sex is the most profoundly selfish of all acts, an act which they cannot perform for any motive but their own enjoyment - just try to think of performing it in a spirit of selfless charity! - an act which is not possible in self-abasement, only in self-exultation, only on the confidence of being desired and being worthy of desire. It is an act that forces them to stand naked in spirit, as well as in body, and accept their real ego as their standard of value. They will always be attracted to the person who reflects their deepest vision of themselves, the person whose surrender permits them to experience - or to fake - a sense of self-esteem.. Love is our response to our highest values - and can be nothing else.”
Ayn Rand(Source: 500daysofkissingmypillow)
Friday, January 27, 2012
It’s my dad’s birthday today. He’s kind of a special guy. I pity the fool who’d attempt a personality profile on him because he’s one of those people that words just were not made to describe. There aren’t enough words and there are too many words. So instead here’s a picture. (Click here) This is us waiting on the flight line for dad to come home from leading an F-16 squadron in Operation Desert Storm. We’ve made lots of American-flag-clad flight line appearances as a family, but I can honestly say that whether dad is coming home from war or just a day of work, the whole family kind of buzzes in anticipation of his arrival. Dad walking into your day, classroom, basketball game, ballet recital, you name it, always made things better. I could obviously go on and on but I like to think that the best explanation for why my dad is so great is pretty simple: everyone, everywhere is excited for him to arrive. He’s good to have around.
Happy Birthday Daddio. Any day you want to be less of a stud so I can find a guy that doesn’t look like a scrub compared to you, I’d be most grateful.
Thursday, January 26, 2012
“The charm of history and its enigmatic lesson consist in the fact that, from age to age, nothing changes and yet everything is completely different.”
Aldous Huxley (via onequotetoanother)
