It's the Little Things In Life

"Airports see more sincere kisses than wedding halls. The walls of hospitals have heard more prayers..."

Sat, 15 Jun 2013 21:28:01 -0400

“Airports see more sincere kisses than wedding halls. The walls of hospitals have heard more prayers than the walls of churches.”

- Unknown (via tuffluf)

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Fri, 14 Jun 2013 11:19:04 -0400

Stats, Stares, and Stalkers, OH MY.

Thu, 13 Jun 2013 16:28:00 -0400

First of all, math is the bane of my existence. But if Batman can kick his Bane’s ass, then I can kick mine.

Second - Last day of stats means I finally get to escape the shameless gaze of the creepy chick who always sits a few seats over to the left of me. It’s the most intentional stare I’ve ever had to deal with. I tried looking right back at her, but she doesn’t even look away, so I shrink down in my chair and try to concentrate. I DON’T EVEN LIKE POSTERS STARING AT ME SO THIS IS 100000x WORSE.

Third - while biking to my Geology final, I’m pretty sure I saw my old high school stalker wearing a facial mask (like a dentist). I almost fell off my bike, I was so taken by surprise.

On a less alarming note, bright and early on Monday morning I start my first day on the job as a maintenance worker. Not the most glamorous of summer jobs, but it pays well, and screw glamourous. I get to tear down a dorm complex and learn how to be handy (finally!). Goodness knows I’m a clumsy clums, but I’m super stoked to get dirty/fixy/buildy/maintenance-y. AND THE BEST PART IS I THINK WE GET TO WEAR A TOOL BELT (aka UTILITY BELT!).

Heck yes. Anywhoozles, these are all actually minor things in my life right now, but hey, sometimes it’s good to take a break from the big things and focus on the little things in life, right?

madeofair: chrisdaps: BEST. WEDDING. PHOTO. IDEA....

Fri, 07 Jun 2013 23:50:28 -0400

madeofair:

chrisdaps:

BEST. WEDDING. PHOTO. IDEA. EVER.

oh.

my.

god.

good: Why Biking 7,000 Miles to Patagonia is Essential for...

Mon, 03 Jun 2013 20:24:05 -0400

good:

Why Biking 7,000 Miles to Patagonia is Essential for Creative Living
- Jedidiah Jenkins in Global Citizenship and Exploration

If you need conversation material at parties, I suggest planning a seven thousand mile bike ride. It gives you the ability to talk to anybody. It’s a story that spreads on its own. People will just walk right up to you and ask, “Is it true? Holy shit.”

I just turned 30, and I’ve decided to use this year to radically shape the rest of my life. I am about to leave my job and ride a bicycle for seventeen months, from Oregon to Patagonia. The need to do it (and it really felt like a need) hit me about three years ago when I read a quote from famed naturalist John Muir.

“I am losing precious days. I am degenerating into a machine for making money. I am learning nothing in this trivial world of men. I must break away and get out into the mountains to learn the news.”

Continue reading on good.is

dark-rye: Dark Rye’s Escape Ritual #3: Pay attention to John...

Fri, 31 May 2013 16:44:11 -0400

dark-rye:

Dark Rye’s Escape Ritual #3: Pay attention to John Muir. Wake up like this. It’s good for you. “Thousands of tired, nerve-shaken, over-civilized people are beginning to find out going to the mountains is going home; that wilderness is a necessity…”

pettyartist: sleepingwithpiercethemice: serotonical: How to...

Tue, 28 May 2013 21:03:50 -0400

pettyartist:

sleepingwithpiercethemice:

serotonical:

How to break out of a zip-tie- potentially life-saving information

You guys, please share it. You never know when someone is going to need this information.

PLEASE reblog this— zipties are one of the most common ways of binding a person upon kidnapping because they are cheap and hard to break.

Knowing things like this puts you one step closer to freedom if, heaven forbid, you fall into a situation where you need to use this information.

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Tue, 21 May 2013 22:06:06 -0400

I don’t want to be your entire world, no. I would be happy just to be your morning coffee, your...

Tue, 21 May 2013 22:05:08 -0400

I don’t want to be
your entire world, no.
I would be happy
just to be your morning coffee,
your hanging car keys,
your wallet.

Something seemingly
insignificant,
but if lost throws off
your entire day.

thedailywhat: Heartwarming Tearjerker of the Day: Moore Tornado...

Tue, 21 May 2013 19:48:33 -0400

thedailywhat:

Heartwarming Tearjerker of the Day: Moore Tornado Survivor Finds Her Dog in Rubble

This morning, Moore, Oklahoma resident Barbara Garcia was in the middle of an interview with CBS News about losing her home and her beloved companion dog to the deadly tornado, when something miraculous unfolded right in front of them and the viewers at home (starting at 1:32). Just try not to tear up.

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Mon, 20 May 2013 14:47:00 -0400

"Live on coffee and flowers. Try not to worry what the weather will be."

Thu, 16 May 2013 20:43:35 -0400

“Live on coffee and flowers. Try not to worry what the weather will be.”

- Matt Berninger (via loveyourchaos)

flutiebear: ladyoflate: seriouslyneglectedblog: So I just...

Tue, 14 May 2013 23:06:26 -0400

flutiebear: ladyoflate: seriouslyneglectedblog:

So I just need to get this off my chest:

For me David Kawena from Lilo and Stitch is the ultimate Disney prince because he is there for Nani AND Lilo and even Stitch despite everything that’s going on in their lives. They’re going through some tough stuff. Their parents die and all of the sudden Nani has to be a mom to her sister who is socially awkward and depressed and that’s hard enough as it is and then she gets her this ‘dog’ and everything gets harder and even though she can’t return David’s feelings he’s still there for them through everything. Even aliens. He’s amazing. I was watching Lilo and Stitch with my niece the other day and I cried watching David go through it all. He is the perfect guy. Like I just get emotional thinking about him.

Imagine if you had someone like David in your life - male or female. You would feel like a prince/princess even if you were living with next to nothing.

David is the ultimate Disney prince - even though he isn’t a Disney prince. He should be considered one.

Disney rant - over.

Also, this is an example of a dude who, yes, has a crush on his female friend but ISN’T a ‘Nice Guy’.

Here’s why I personally love David:

Right after the four of them go surfing and Lilo almost drowns, there’s a heartbreaking scene where Bubbles informs Nani that he’ll be taking Lilo into foster care in the morning. With Stitch at his feet, David watches Nani walk off with Lilo, knowing that she’s going off to tell her sister the reality of their situation. He mutters something to the effect of, “everything was fine until you came along”.

The context of the scene is such that Stitch believes David is talking to him (Stitch is one of our two POV characters, and the camera angle is from Stitch’s POV). But David doesn’t know that Stitch isn’t a dog, and he’s never shown any inclination to talk to Stitch before this moment. He doesn’t even look at Stitch when he says those words, either.

Meaning it’s most likely that David is talking to himself at this moment. That David believes Nani was managing just fine in taking care of her sister until he came into the picture, and distracted her from what she should’ve been focusing on (which, if you recall, was the reason Nani told him she couldn’t go out with him in the first place). He blames himself for Lilo being taken by the state, for Nani losing what little she had left, when she’d already lost so much. In David’s mind, because he loved her, Nani lost everything.

So what does that beautiful little unicorn do?

He goes out and finds her a job. The one thing he knows Nani needs to keep Lilo, the one thing she couldn’t do on her own, the one thing she’d given up as impossible. And he does it because he feels that he has done her wrong, that this is something he needs to set right, and because she demonstrably can’t do it for herself, but also because he needs to prove to himself just as much as her that his love doesn’t break families, but make them.

David’s young. Maybe he’s kinda dumb. Maybe he coasts by on his good looks and charm. Maybe he runs from responsibility, and maybe he blames himself for all the wrong things. And maybe he’s broken, just as much as Nani and Lilo and Stitch are. But he’s also kind and patient, and generous with what few possessions he has; and he’s warm and devoted and hopelessly yet realistically in love with Nani in a way that few Disney princes ever are. And when he and Nani get together in the end, it doesn’t feel like some sweeping fairytale romance but like a family reunion; like two ducklings crying out, I’m lost, and finding each other at last.

I have a lot of Lilo and Stitch feels ok

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Mon, 13 May 2013 17:11:22 -0400

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Mon, 06 May 2013 11:13:31 -0400

"After learning my flight was detained 4 hours, I heard the announcement: If anyone in the vicinity..."

Sun, 05 May 2013 18:12:26 -0400

“

After learning my flight was detained 4 hours,
I heard the announcement:
If anyone in the vicinity of gate 4-A understands any Arabic,
Please come to the gate immediately.

Well—one pauses these days. Gate 4-A was my own gate. I went there.
An older woman in full traditional Palestinian dress,
Just like my grandma wore, was crumpled to the floor, wailing loudly.
Help, said the flight service person. Talk to her. What is her
Problem? we told her the flight was going to be four hours late and she
Did this.

I put my arm around her and spoke to her haltingly.
Shu dow-a, shu- biduck habibti, stani stani schway, min fadlick,
Sho bit se-wee?

The minute she heard any words she knew—however poorly used—
She stopped crying.

She thought our flight had been canceled entirely.
She needed to be in El Paso for some major medical treatment the
Following day. I said no, no, we’re fine, you’ll get there, just late,

Who is picking you up? Let’s call him and tell him.
We called her son and I spoke with him in English.
I told him I would stay with his mother till we got on the plane and
Would ride next to her—Southwest.

She talked to him. Then we called her other sons just for the fun of it.

Then we called my dad and he and she spoke for a while in Arabic and
Found out of course they had ten shared friends.

Then I thought just for the heck of it why not call some Palestinian
Poets I know and let them chat with her. This all took up about 2 hours.

She was laughing a lot by then. Telling about her life. Answering
Questions.

She had pulled a sack of homemade mamool cookies—little powdered
Sugar crumbly mounds stuffed with dates and nuts—out of her bag—
And was offering them to all the women at the gate.

To my amazement, not a single woman declined one. It was like a
Sacrament. The traveler from Argentina, the traveler from California,
The lovely woman from Laredo—we were all covered with the same
Powdered sugar. And smiling. There are no better cookies.

And then the airline broke out the free beverages from huge coolers—
Non-alcoholic—and the two little girls for our flight, one African
American, one Mexican American—ran around serving us all apple juice
And lemonade and they were covered with powdered sugar too.

And I noticed my new best friend—by now we were holding hands—
Had a potted plant poking out of her bag, some medicinal thing,

With green furry leaves. Such an old country traveling tradition. Always
Carry a plant. Always stay rooted to somewhere.

And I looked around that gate of late and weary ones and thought,
This is the world I want to live in. The shared world.

Not a single person in this gate—once the crying of confusion stopped
—has seemed apprehensive about any other person.

They took the cookies. I wanted to hug all those other women too.
This can still happen anywhere.

Not everything is lost.

”

- Naomi Shihab Nye (b. 1952), “Wandering Around an Albuquerque Airport Terminal.” I think this poem may be making the rounds, this week, but that’s as it should be. (via finedineonmyvegangenitalia)

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Thu, 02 May 2013 02:17:26 -0400

cuckooforcristiano: insearchforknowledge: Bruce...

Wed, 01 May 2013 11:18:28 -0400

cuckooforcristiano:

insearchforknowledge:

Bruce Lee had me up to three miles a day, really at a good pace. We’d run the three miles in twenty-one or twenty-two minutes. Just under eight minutes a mile [Note: when running on his own in 1968, Lee would get his time down to six-and-a half minutes per mile]. So this morning he said to me “We’re going to go five.” I said, “Bruce, I can’t go five. I’m a helluva lot older than you are, and I can’t do five.” He said, “When we get to three, we’ll shift gears and it’s only two more and you’ll do it.” I said “Okay, hell, I’ll go for it.” So we get to three, we go into the fourth mile and I’m okay for three or four minutes, and then I really begin to give out. I’m tired, my heart’s pounding, I can’t go any more and so I say to him, “Bruce if I run any more,” –and we’re still running-”if I run any more I’m liable to have a heart attack and die.” He said, “Then die.” It made me so mad that I went the full five miles. Afterward I went to the shower and then I wanted to talk to him about it. I said, you know, “Why did you say that?” He said, “Because you might as well be dead. Seriously, if you always put limits on what you can do, physical or anything else, it’ll spread over into the rest of your life. It’ll spread into your work, into your morality, into your entire being. There are no limits. There are plateaus, but you must not stay there, you must go beyond them. If it kills you, it kills you. A man must constantly exceed his level.”

My heart = successfully melted.

Tue, 30 Apr 2013 20:11:29 -0400

My heart = successfully melted.

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Mon, 29 Apr 2013 18:48:14 -0400