Tuesday, June 30, 2009
Monday, June 29, 2009
Friday, June 26, 2009
You are Not Alone
I'm still all alone
How could this be
You're not here with me
You never said goodbye
Someone tell me why
Did you have to go
And leave my world so cold
Everyday I sit and ask myself
How did love slip away
Something whispers in my ear and says
That you are not alone
For I am here with you
Though you're far away
I am here to stay
But you are not alone
For I am here with you
Though we're far apart
You're always in my heart
But you are not alone
'Lone, 'lone
Why, 'lone
Just the other night
I thought I heard you cry
Asking me to come
And hold you in my arms
I can hear your prayers
Your burdens I will bear
But first I need your hand
Then forever can begin
Everyday I sit and ask myself
How did love slip away
Something whispers in my ear and says
That you are not alone
For I am here with you
Though you're far away
I am here to stay
For you are not alone
For I am here with you
Though we're far apart
You're always in my heart
For you are not alone
Whisper three words and I'll come runnin'
And girl you know that I'll be there
I'll be there
You are not alone
For I am here with you
Though you're far away
I am here to stay
For you are not alone
For I am here with you
Though we're far apart
You're always in my heart
For you are not alone
For I am here with you
Though you're far away
I am here to stay
For you are not alone
For I am here with you
Though we're far apart
You're always in my heart
For you are not alone...
Thursday, June 25, 2009
I just liked this...
my spark would burn out in a brilliant blaze than it
should be stifled by dry rot. I would rather be a
superb meteor, every atom of me in magnificent glow,
than a sleepy and permanent planet. The proper
function of man is to live, not to exist. I shall not
waste my days in trying to prolong them. I shall use
my time.
-Jack London
Wednesday, June 24, 2009
Smoking is cool
Tuesday, June 23, 2009
From one nerd to another,
Make everyday count: Take time to enjoy the simple pleasures. Look on the bright side. Smile, flirt, fart because it's funny. Hug someone (like me). Stop and smell the roses or inspect a beautiful leaf. Do the Thriller dance for an angry gang of geese (Nina). Spread lurve. Wear whatever the fuck you want to wear, including short skirts ; ) and ridiculous heals, or white in the Winter. Sing horribly. Post a sentimental blog and don't worry about how cheesy it is or who might judge you for it : P
Monday, June 22, 2009
Another reason to use birth control
Friday, June 19, 2009
The only thing more effective than protest...
Thursday, June 18, 2009
Wednesday, June 17, 2009
Expostulation & Reply
"WHY, William, on that old grey stone, Thus for the length of half a day, Why, William, sit you thus alone, And dream your time away?
"Where are your books?--that light bequeathed To Beings else forlorn and blind! Up! up! and drink the spirit breathed From dead men to their kind.
"You look round on your Mother Earth, As if she for no purpose bore you; As if you were her first-born birth, And none had lived before you!
"One morning thus, by Esthwaite lake, When life was sweet, I knew not why, To me my good friend Matthew spake, And thus I made reply:
"The eye--it cannot choose but see; We cannot bid the ear be still; Our bodies feel, where'er they be, Against or with our will.
"Nor less I deem that there are Powers Which of themselves our minds impress; That we can feed this mind of ours In a wise passiveness.
"Think you, 'mid all this mighty sum Of things for ever speaking, That nothing of itself will come, But we must still be seeking?
"--Then ask not wherefore, here, alone, Conversing as I may, I sit upon this old grey stone, And dream my time away,"
Wordsworth 1798.Painting by me
Tuesday, June 16, 2009
Monday, June 15, 2009
This week, think like Steve McQueen:
Friday, June 12, 2009
Which Student are You?
blog30x30.blogspot.com Check out this teacher's drawings of the different types of art students, pretty funny.
Everyone loves kittens
Seriously though, if anyone wants a kitten let me know.
I found him under/in my neighbors car and it was an hour long process getting him out.
Currently his name is Professor Tobias Squeaks.
He needs a good home. If you don't take him you have no soul.
Just kidding.
Thursday, June 11, 2009
Ultracool Stars Take 'Wild Rides'
ScienceDaily (June 11, 2009) — Astronomers have found that stars of a recently discovered type, dubbed ultracool subdwarfs, take some pretty wild rides as they orbit around the Milky Way, following paths that are very different from those of typical stars. One of them may actually be a visitor that originated in another galaxy.
Wednesday, June 10, 2009
BFF
Seriously, If someone gets this for me you'll have a best friend for life.
Not the kind of friend that flakes on you last minute or the one who makes half assed attempts at trying to give you advice...
I'll be the kind of friend that will drive you to California and be forced to skip work for a week all because you wanted a milkshake from this sweet place in San Diego. It'll be the kinda friendship where you can say "hey dude... I totally crashed your car while having sex with your mom... also I ran over your cat in the process" and I'll just reply "it's all good man, shit happens!"
That friend that you can punch in the face and I'll still love you. Because with every blow to the face I'll remember "oh yeah remember that $7,999 Monitor they bought me? The one that curves and is actually 2 widescreen monitors rolled into one... this is totally worth that monitor"
Best. Friends...Forever.
Preach on, brother!
its all about love. thats all this shit is really about. thats why we drive the cars we do, stock the refriderators with things other than condiments and leftover thai food, thats why we put the shoes on our feet to walk out the door with. that really is sort of the whole impetus behind boners, anyway. men are not unlike the penises of which they serve: we just want to be in a warm place and have a lot of attention paid to us.
fuck. bring it on. all the quirks that make them all the cuter. rabbit teeth? sure. laugh lines? even better. snorts when she laughs? put a fucking spoon in me because i am done, folks. that shit is the lifeblood of the western woman - quirky awesome shit - and i’m fairly sure its what got Obama elected. that and he can beatbox.
which isn’t to say that the appreciation of that means that i’m too twee to not want to fill you out like an application later. i mean SERIOUSLY. that quirky shit that you thought made you look ugly makes men go into this weird Mountain Man thing. its what makes us grow beards and wear plaid but not in that shitty bike messenger way. i speak as a card carrying member of the counter culture but let me say this: fucking hipsters ruined everything from Pavement to plaid (you know… the kind of dude that thinks that “irony” is just a description for the way canned beer tastes). i’m talking like “LET ME MOVE THAT COUCH ENTIRELY WITH MY WEINER” kind of rad get-it-done dude that we should all strive to be. sure, we did it with our boner. but really: we did it out of love.
a boner is a celebration - sure - but its the signal to something: a psychosomatic representation of essentially, deep down, something primal, and i like to think, something like love.
~Ned Hepburn of Boner Party
Tuesday, June 9, 2009
REAL WORKING MECHA BODY HOLY SHIT
Looks aren't everything...
