February 2012
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mlq3:
“The ultimate luxury is to reread: to revisit a book to see how time has treated it, how memory has distorted it, or how my own passing years have cast a new light on it.” - Michael Upchurch [via doubledaybooks]
There are times when I’m neck-deep in the glorious muck of a good book and I think, “Goddamn, I cannot wait to reread this.”
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You Want a Physicist to Speak at Your Funeral →
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You want a physicist to speak at your funeral. You want the physicist to talk to your grieving family about the conservation of energy, so they will understand that your energy has not died. You want the physicist to remind your sobbing mother about the first law of thermodynamics; that no energy gets created in the universe, and none is destroyed. You want your mother to know that...
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January 2012
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“To me, you are still nothing more than a little boy who is just like a hundred...”
– From The Little Prince by Antoine de Saint-Exupéry; in the translation by Katherine Woods. (x)
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“You will always be fond of me. I represent to you all the sins you never had the...”
– From The Picture of Dorian Gray by Oscar Wilde.
(via high-delirium)
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Blood donors urgently needed!
Hello, everyone. My boyfriend’s mother will be undergoing gallbladder removal surgery tomorrow at 9:30 AM. We need one unit of B-Positive blood over at Chinese General Hospital, by 9 in the morning.
Donors must be healthy, weighing at least 110 lbs., no current sickness, not taking any antibiotics, no alcohol intake in the 24 hours preceding the blood donation. If you are able (or know...
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Today. Today I woke up to discover that two of my wisdom teeth had decided, overnight, to resume their emergence. I gave questionable advice to a boy who has resolved himself in love. I read Alice Munro, I drank some coffee. I whittled down a story to its barest bones. I called a man I had not seen in two weeks. I ran to a haunt to meet a friend; we talked about earnestness and the new children...
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December 2011
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I loved Robert Louis Stevenson’s An Apology for Idlers, but if I am allowed to march to my grave loathing a passage, it will be this one:
Books are good enough in their own way, but they are a mighty bloodless substitute for life. It seems a pity to sit, like the Lady of Shallott, peering into a mirror, with your back turned on all the bustle and glamour of reality.
Look at me, full of stabby...
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Paalam (Salin ng Huling Tula ni Rizal)
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Paalam, mutyang Bayang iniirog ng araw, Perlas ng Silangang Dagat, naglahong paraiso. Sa iyo na itong buhay kong puno ng lumbay, Na kahit ba naging mas maningning, o mas sariwa, Sa iyo ko pa rin iaalay. Sa gitna ng digmaan, sa init ng labanan, Walang alinlangang mamamatay para sa iyo. Sa lilim man ng punong matatag, sa piling ng laurel o lirio, Sa bitayan man o sa parang,...
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November 2011
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