I will write in words of fire. I will write them on your skin. I will write about desire. Write beginnings, write of sin. You’re the book I love the best, your skin only holds my truth, you will be a palimpsest lines of age rewriting youth. You will not burn upon the pyre. Or be buried on the shelf. You’re my letter to desire: And you’ll never read yourself. I will trace each word and comma As the final dusk descends, You’re my tale of dreams and drama, Let us find out how it ends.
One of my favorite covers of “I Can’t Go For That.”
Hold out for the kazoo solo.
“Corbin Fleming, brother of 2011 March of Dimes National Ambassador Lauren Fleming, plays with the President’s telephone during his family’s visit to the Oval Office, Feb. 7, 2012. (Official White House Photo by Pete Souza)”
Bitches in Bookshops
Damnit, Jerry!
I’ll put this as fairly as I possibly can: he compared insurance companies subsidizing the cost of birth control to the government forcing kosher delis to serve pork. Unbeknownst to him, failure to take pork every day cannot lead to pregnancy, bacon does not regulate periods, and a ham sandwich cannot decrease the number of abortions or promote women’s health. The comparison of birth control to cooked pig parts was effective in one way, though— it showed that the Church utterly devalues women, and views their health care as a recreational afterthought. Want to have some honey glazed ham? Wanna keep from getting pregnant? Same thing!
(Source: jezebel.com)
I love Amsterdam. It’s a beautiful city with clean air, friendly people, rich history, and a simple public transit system. I’ll probably retire there.
For the first time in 15 years, the city’s canals froze solid. So the entire city went skating…or at least that’s what it looks like.
No message could have been any clearer: If you want to make the world a better place, take a look at yourself and make a change.
The quote someone on my facebook wall wrote as a Whitney Houston tribute.
#wrongdeadsinger
#ripwhitney
“Come to PENN STAAAAAATTTTE!”
If you dream of getting rock star parking in front of the restaurant, the only way you’ll ever get it is if you actually drive by the restaurant. If you keep parking six blocks away because you know that’s where the parking is, then you’re going to have that experience where you walk up to the restaurant and there’s a parking spot there and you’re going to think, “Aw, that could have been mine.” So drive by the restaurant.
Stu Maschwitz - Filmmaker, photographer and writer. As heard on the Scruffy Thinking podcast.
I really love this analogy and this whole episode is one of the best conversations I’ve heard about doing what you love, and why that’s not as clean-cut as it sounds.
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