Bad Lady Day

"We are all worms, but I do believe that I am a glow worm."

Wed, 22 May 2013 22:33:17 -0500

“We are all worms, but I do believe that I am a glow worm.”

- Winston Churchill (via theashleyclements)

likeghosts: #livingthedream

Mon, 13 May 2013 22:05:56 -0500

likeghosts:

#livingthedream

odditiesoflife: The Art of the Perfect Wave These amazing...

Mon, 13 May 2013 21:53:05 -0500

odditiesoflife:

The Art of the Perfect Wave

These amazing images of waves are the work of two different photographers. The first set is by David Orias. He relies on slow shutter speeds and the perfect light of sunrise or sunset to capture these waves off the coast of California.

The second set is by Pierre Carreau. He shoots waves with a variety of high speed cameras using various macro and wide angle lenses. These waves appear more like glass sculptures than liquid.

nevver: Sometimes

Wed, 08 May 2013 22:49:00 -0500

nevver:

Sometimes

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Tue, 07 May 2013 22:53:32 -0500

Janelle Monae ft, Erykah Badu: Q.U.E.E.N.

Sun, 05 May 2013 14:45:33 -0500

Janelle Monae ft, Erykah Badu: Q.U.E.E.N.

"I have always lived violently, drunk hugely, eaten too much or not at all, slept around the clock or..."

Thu, 25 Apr 2013 23:44:23 -0500

“I have always lived violently, drunk hugely, eaten too much or not at all, slept around the clock or missed two nights of sleeping, worked too hard and too long in glory, or slobbed for a time in utter laziness. I’ve lifted, pulled, chopped, climbed, made love with joy and taken my hangovers as a consequence, not as a punishment.”

- John Steinbeck (via rarararambles)

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

Wed, 24 Apr 2013 23:05:13 -0500

“

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 the59thstreetbridge)

"To the left, to the left"

Sat, 20 Apr 2013 12:02:16 -0500

“To the left, to the left”

- Karl Marx (via uxxr)

hoodinternet: R. KELLY vs PHOENIXABX - Ignition (1901 Remix)...

Sat, 20 Apr 2013 12:00:26 -0500

hoodinternet:

R. KELLY vs PHOENIX

ABX - Ignition (1901 Remix) (R. Kelly vs Phoenix)
Download: direct via Raptorhideout | Soundcloud

BOUNCE BOUNCE: We don’t usually repeat tracks, but when R. Kelly and Phoenix did a live mashup at Coachella we pretty much didn’t have a choice but to recreate it. Hopefully this means R. Kelly is at the stage of his career where he just shows up and sings “Ignition (Remix)” over other people’s songs all the time.

THAT’S GANGSTA: Potholes In My Blog has premiered the new single from SOLE, “Gangster Of Love” in where dude drops science atop the Hood Internet remix of SHAPERS’ “Father Trout.” Listen here.

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Thu, 18 Apr 2013 21:46:17 -0500

"We have to allow ourselves to be loved by the people who really love us, the people who really..."

Fri, 12 Apr 2013 17:49:41 -0500

““We have to allow ourselves to be loved by the people who really love us, the people who really matter. Too much of the time, we are blinded by our own pursuits of people to love us, people that don’t even matter, while all that time we waste and the people who do love us have to stand on the sidewalk and watch us beg in the streets! It’s time to put an end to this. It’s time for us to let ourselves be loved.””

- C. JoyBell C. (via creatingaquietmind)

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Fri, 12 Apr 2013 17:38:49 -0500

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Fri, 12 Apr 2013 17:38:37 -0500

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=0Suprl56Owg&list=RD02pdH1kXzquQo

Fri, 05 Apr 2013 22:44:56 -0500

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=0Suprl56Owg&list=RD02pdH1kXzquQo:

The Weeknd jams the week down.

"Try to learn to breathe deeply, really to taste food when you eat, and when you sleep, really to..."

Fri, 05 Apr 2013 20:43:40 -0500

“Try to learn to breathe deeply, really to taste food when you eat, and when you sleep, really to sleep. Try as much as possible to be wholly alive with all your might, and when you laugh, laugh like hell. And when you get angry, get good and angry. Try to be alive. You will be dead soon enough.”

- Ernest Hemingway (via bourbonandpearls)

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Fri, 05 Apr 2013 20:43:30 -0500

slipperypeople: !!!!

Fri, 05 Apr 2013 20:41:56 -0500

slipperypeople:

!!!!

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Sun, 31 Mar 2013 00:30:10 -0500

nevver: Don’t go to Heaven by yourself

Sun, 31 Mar 2013 00:29:49 -0500

nevver:

Don’t go to Heaven by yourself