May 2010
16 posts
meta-licious
missmollymary:
How to know that you’re living in the future: normally when something weird happens on television (e.g. Idina Menzel duetting with Lea Michele on “Poker Face”) people just discuss it right then and there, but when Sarah turns to the room and says, post-duet, “Um, for those people in the room with blogs, that would be a great moment to blog about,” THAT’S when you know it’s the...
Short...
…and to the point: I’m home.
Now, back to business: On getting people interested in preserving Earth.
I’ve been listening to quite a bit of hippy music (Ed Sharpe) over the past two days, so this may be what has inspired me to write this. But give me the benefit of the doubt, and perhaps this won’t be a complete waste of time (both for you and for me). Ya? Ok.
During a...
Hey, Snow White, it's gonna be alright, it's gonna...
Tomorrow I leave for Florida. This means I will…
…suffer from severe tumblr abstinence syndrome (STAS);
…subsequently think of better stuff to post;
…have “It’s a Small World (After All)” stuck in my head for the rest of summer, or at least until the next big J——- B——- hit (jkjklulz—on the latter, not on the former);
...
Great.
In my daily pursuits to discover the etymology of words, I decided to look up the definition of the word disaster on the Oxford English Dictionary. In a surprisingly prophetic, succinct entry in the 1911 edition, I found the following definition:
disaster (dɪˈzɑː.stər) n. 1. This. 2. This.
No wonder the ol’ OED is considered the primary dictionary of the English language.
On litturchurrrr.
A good read is like good alcohol. You must take it in with moderation, and you must appreciate every moment of it as if admiring one of those dandy pieces of art at the Met where you get close to it and it makes no sense but from far away it makes total sense like whoa. This doesn’t mean you must take periodic breaks. After all, even getting badly êfféd on expensive vodka promises a nice,...
Find two things to think about.
itsfullofstars:
Goodbye, Theory of Everything
by Marcelo Gleiser
I now think that the very notion of a final theory is faulty. Even if we succeed in unifying the forces we know, we can only claim to have achieved partial unification. Our instruments have limits. Since knowledge of physical reality depends on what we can measure, we will never know all there is to know. Who is to say there are...
I wanna be the one to walk in the sun.
“Overcast, with a chance of showers later in the afternoon” is the perfect kind of weather for creative brainstorming. It’s the kind of weather that forces one to stay home and do nothing but think (or pretend to read), somewhat deeply yet in a somewhat two-cent-philosophical way, and come up with shit to talk about. It’s also prime climate for creating model conversations...
Confusion is nothing new. (Money changes...
It’s Cyndi Lauper night, so I figured I’d get work done. Here it goes.
A week or so ago I gave myself, in a drunken stupor “standing” in a line for 2-, maybe 3-inch, hot dogs, the task to write about what I decided to call the Banana Republic hipster. I have since spent much time debating whether that was the correct choice of words to describe the phenomenon that such a...
Oh 'heck' yes, indeed.
missmollymary:
Spread the word, yo. In addition to hardcore tumblin’ on this-a here blog, you can now find me on Inyourspeakers.com doing album reviews! Here’s my first one, for Alcest’s Écailles de lune.
Word spread. Congrats, Miss Molly! Next step: get this blog turned into a book, then movieize it!
Oh--oh--is that?--oh. Oh.
Situations in which lumps are either not acceptable or significantly surprising, in a bad way:
In pancake or crêpe batter and its related conjugates, such as bits of unsifted flour or baking powder in a cupcake;
In any form of supposedly smooth, milky drinks like mochas or cappuccini;
Distributed conveniently throughout hotel beds after day-long flights;
While feeling yur belleh a few months...
Exam times call for desperate measures.
“It’s too big, it’s too wide, it’s too strong, it won’t fit, it’s too much, it’s too tough.
He talk like this ‘cause he can back it up. He got a big ego, such a huge ego. But
I love his big ego. (It’s too much.) He walk like this ‘cause he can back it up.”
- Beyoncé, “Ego.”
While you think to yourself, in...
Juxtaposition.
It’s 11:10 PM and nearly eighty degrees FACHHHRRENNNCHHEIT (!!) ootside. However, it’s time to chill. the. fuck. down. It’s been a long weekend with places gone to and people mingled with, and my grammar is getting to the … stage. It is at these times that I feel the only way to get my mind the hell away from work and the upcoming hellish exam week is to open up my...
JOINT TUMBLIN' YEEEEHAW →
Currently I’m sitting in the same room as the turtally-awesome fellow tumblr-dude, Mateus a.k.a. teixmat. He came up to visit me at school. Yesterday was Fun Day, a day that defines fun…is the epitome of fun…dare I say it, the prototype of fun? Essentially there is alcohol involved, as well as bouncy castles, snö cones, BBQz, and a lot of student bands doing covers of ’90s songs. The...
Le chat du café des artistes.
‘Tis still the season of not-quite-spring in Vermont. For some strange, elusive reason, this is a time of nostalgia and noir inspiration for me. One would expect winter, or perhaps autumn, to be more appropriate for these sensations. Or perhaps it is the very fact that winter is finally over, and that it is no longer night at four in the afternoon, that results in this effect of sorts.
I...
