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christineyu:

Korn Over Kenmore, Jesse Haley

delayed on my part, but still cute.

E: I hate poetry. But I like Walt Whitman.

me: just as long as you don’t quote, “Very well then I contradict myself,/(I am large, I contain multitudes.)”

E: Just when I try to pretend I’m cultural and all, you call me out on being a plebe.

me: you did make fun of me for liking bishop.

interesting. my favorite part:

• If magic was real, it would be illegal. Or else, it would be regulated and taxed.
• If ghosts were real, as in Modesitt’s novels, all sorts of institutions would change — women who died in childbirth would hang around, and the birth rate would probably go down.

Even with these considerations, the reasoning behind a whole new alternate reality for the fantasy genre is still confusing for me. Twilight seems to be successful in a more realistic framework, sparkling Robert Pattinson aside. And even fantasy relies on some human assumptions regarding behavior - for instance, dialogue is pretty-not-otherworldly.

Though I could totally imagine a seminar here on the Economics of the Magical, dragon exchange rate and all.

vaguelyamusing:

Mostly for hid’s amusement, I suspect. Well, really mostly for mine.

(I hate leaving people out of jokes, so I’ll just explain that this picture appeared as a lecture slide in Pop China.)

(Also, I guess you should probably know your way around Courage Wolf. Language warning, I should say.)

A little delay on the reblog — but that does not diminish my amusement.

Nobody puts baby in a corner.

I’m journaling by hand again, partially because I’m not particularly keen on cuddling with a laptop in my bed around 3am. I no longer feel obligated to detail every minute sensation in my handwritten journal, so that makes two less months of catching up and four decent pages of commentary. Instead, the composite of all these things - moments - “Nows,” as Dickinson would call them - is scattered: be it this short-form tumblr that serves as a self-absorbed substitute for the journal - or chat logs, Word docs with phrases I have yet to complete, repeated pictures of my lovely friends - or what I have been able to do with my time when I’m not on these things. Opportunity cost.

I have two journals floating around my room, one with a few pages left, and one in which I wrote twice, while I was in a white-shuttered room with geraniums in Lucerne. It felt blank, so I felt I needed something blank to accompany it; naturally, now I don’t feel the newness of two months ago, but it’s something that wears on my mind. It contributes to why I occasionally write on leftover sheets of printer paper. Trust the truth and not the material teller, I suppose, and yet, as I wrote:

…the reason I bought an unlined journal was so that I would have freedom of space - to time-stamp my thoughts, maybe - but rather to impose myself on a blank space (imperfect drawings and all).  A less complicated art of creation, but the curse of newness - or at least, new fresh stationary which I love! - returns. I write in conditioned straight lines, messily in margins, anything I can do to cover all in ink, asserting ownership over this tangible space and the emotions I try to conjure over it. But instead, the blankness demands attention from me, to be filled, if I’m lucky, with something that defies 2D nuance.

davidcho:

Wale feat. John Mayer - ‘Letter’

Produced by Mark Ronson, this song samples ‘3x5’, one of the more underrated songs off of Room for Squares. For whatever reason, this song isn’t on Wale’s upcoming album Attention Deficit, but it probably should be.

streeter:

Work like you don’t need money,
Love like you’ve never been hurt,
And dance like no one’s watching.

This quote has been gracing the away messages and status updates of girls since the Internet was invented, but where does it come from?  Well, after just having a dream where my ex-girlfriend kept saying it to me, I woke up and decided to dig around a bit.

I first found this long “poem” by someone named Crystal Boyd.  It basically echoes John Lennon’s sentiment that “life is what happens while you’re busy making other plans.”  The quote is tacked on to the end of it as a ‘Thought for the Day.’  According to some sites, the poem is lifted from a book Boyd wrote called Midnight Muse in 1998, but I cannot find any more information than that. Her site appears to be down as well.

My next discovery was the song, “Come from the Heart,” written by Susanna Clark and Richard Leigh and performed by Clark’s husband, Guy, a country singer/songwriter (listen to the song on his album, Old Friends). The song was later covered by Kathy Mattea, another country singer/songwriter.  Here is the video.

But the story does not end there, my friends!  No!  We have merely scratched the surface! For as my next clue revealed, the hunt for the true author of the quote would be one of adventure, intrigue, danger and…it comes from a professor.

A professor at the University of Florida named William W. Purkey, to be specific.  Some sites attribute the quote to him, including this one, that swears he is the source of the quote that has now become public domain.  He is also the source of this gem: Nobody cares how much you know until they know how much you care.

So there you have it, as best as I can tell.  The source of your girlfriend’s Facebook status is this dude right here.

(via eecummings)