Jul 4, 2009
If you cry because sun is gone, tears don’t leave you to see the stars.
Rabindranath Tagore (via)
Jul 4, 2009
Happy 4th of July everyone! (photo via)
Jul 3, 2009

Direct.

You know when you click on the “direct message” link on Twitter and see that every single direct message on the page is from the same person, and then click on the “sent messages” tab and see that all your sent messages on that page are to that same person?

Yeah. That makes me smile.

Jul 3, 2009
Don’t let one cloud obliterate the whole sky.

Anais Nin (via)

Very important to remember, because if you look closely past the clouds, the sky is filled with sunshine and rainbows. And sunshine and rainbows need each other as they wander through the heavens.

Jul 3, 2009

Because I use it to get to work almost every day, I often ignore the beauty of the DC Metro system. It’s only when you step back and take it all in, you realize that the design of the DC Metro is an example of brutalism at its best.

Check out a whole gallery of beautiful ceilings from around the world at Deputy Dog.

Jul 3, 2009

Flowers in the kitchen

On buying her flowers
she said

“There’s no food in the kitchen
and we can’t eat flowers.”

On buying her food
she said

“You don’t buy flowers any more.”

Lemn Sissay

Jul 3, 2009

Free Pianos Beg Londoners to be Played. From PSFK:

As part of this month’s Sing London festival, thirty pianos—part of artist Luke Jerram’s ‘Play Me, I’m Yours‘ traveling art tour—have been dispersed throughout the city, encouraging spontaneous pedestrian music. The instruments, either donated or purchased on the cheap off eBay, are free to use and available to anyone who wishes to take a seat—and each piano comes with a songbook of location-inspired music.

More music in the streets means more dancing in the streets. That’s something I can get behind.

Jul 3, 2009

McSweeney's Reviews of New Food

A wonderful set of food reviews from McSweeney’s.

A particular favorite? The Laughing Cow Light Cheese Wedges. An excerpt:

If P.E. was the Crimean War of my middle-school life, then cheese was my Florence Nightingale. Every day after school, I sought refuge in Kids in the Hall reruns and a thick block of lactose-filled comfort. Crackers? Not necessary. Just a sturdy slice off the Costco block of cheese—usually cheddar or gouda—that perpetually haunted the refrigerator shelves. Cream, cottage, curd, wheel, baby loaf: these were the materials from which happiness was fashioned.

Ah, this is all making me hungry.

Jul 3, 2009
Jul 3, 2009

Eating poetry

Ink runs from the corners of my mouth.
There is no happiness like mine.
I have been eating poetry.

The librarian does not believe what she sees.
Her eyes are sad
and she walks with her hands in her dress.

The poems are gone.
The light is dim.
The dogs are on the basement stairs and coming up.

Their eyeballs roll,
their blond legs burn like brush.
The poor librarian begins to stamp her feet and weep.

She does not understand.
When I get on my knees and lick her hand,
she screams.

I am a new man.
I snarl at her and bark.
I romp with joy in the bookish dark.

Mark Strand

Jul 3, 2009
If you want to know where your heart is, look where your mind wanders.
(via)
Jul 3, 2009
Do the world a favor this summer and kiss a frog. Or, just a not-so-good-looking guy. You never know if he’ll end up becoming the prince in the fairy tale you’re writing for yourself. (comic via)
Jul 3, 2009
I love sleep. My life has the tendency to fall apart when I’m awake, you know?
Ernest Hemingway (via)
Jul 3, 2009
Red Rabbit from Egmont Mayer on Vimeo. (via)
Jul 2, 2009
I want to get lost in a forest with someone who makes me smile. (photo via)
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