"In most men there exist a poet who died young, whom the man survived.” - Vt
Farm-raised Southerner, currently held captive as prisoner of war in California. Blogs on occasion.
"And all I know is that I was blind, but now I see. Though I kick and scream, love is leading me. Every step of the way His grace is making me, and every breath I breath, He is saving me."
Catching Elephant is a theme by Andy Taylor
An interesting model of our solar system’s path as it travels through space in the Milky Way.
Certainly a departure from usual models that show the Sun as a static object, which it certainly isn’t
I have been waiting for this picture to come back around for so long to show it to someone.
This is blowing my mind.
A very interesting astronomy model.
Not to scale, but still very cool.
These are actually fairly good...quick, someone get curious!
1: Apart from tumblr, what do you like to do in your spare time?
2: Name a favorite of each: food, drink, color.
3: If you married rich and your spouse gave you $100,000 a week, what would you spend it on?
4: Name a favorite of each: book, movie, tv show.
5: If you were given the opportunity to spend 48 hours with absolutely anyone (living or dead), who would you spend it with and what would you do?
6: Name a LEAST favorite of each: food, drink, color.
7: What is the first initial of the name of the person you like/love?
8: What kind of underwear do you prefer wearing?
9: Name a LEAST favorite of each: book, movie, tv show.
10: If you were sat on a plane beside your favorite celebrity, what would you do?
11: What is the strangest thing you have in your room? (You are not allowed to explain why you own it.)
12: What is a weird habit you have, or people have told you have. (Weird, not bad. No nail biting or any of that nonsense.)
13: What would you consider to be the biggest insult to yourself?
14: What are five things you absolutely have to have in your dream house?
15: If you could be reincarnated as any animal, which would you chose and why?
16: Which band (current or past) would you want to go on tour* with? (*Travel with, not preform with.)
17: Name a favorite of each: band, album, song.
18: Why is your favorite band your favorite?
19: How many concerts have you attended? Which was your favorite? Least favorite? If none, who do you want to see live the most?
20: What is one of your favorite song lyrics? (Who is it by?)
21: Who do you ship?
22: What band merch do you own? If any, whose is it and when did you get it? If none, whose do you wish you owned?
23: How did you learn of the band that is currently your favorite?
24: What celebrity do you idolize the most?
25: Which member from which band would you most want to lather in nutella?
Someone please ask me something...
David Foster Wallace was like, Art must be sincere! We must use every tool in the linguistic toolbox to cut through sentiment and dishonest cliche and build fresh ways to reveal the power and reality of unironized emotion.
And Mister Rogers was like, Basically the same thing, but without any shame or pretense or fear of sincerity.
(Source: marketwarriors)
Being pro-stewardship is not a case of valuing forests more than people; rather, it means valuing human possessions less, and God’s world more.
Matthew Sleeth M.D., Serve God, Save the Planet. (via churchjanitor)
I knew y’all would have a gif set of this by morning.
Truth.
(Source: sandandglass)
Thank you Andi Rozier, Jyra Films and mostly the Seed Company for your heart and vision.
Yes.
Moonrise
- Artist: Albert Pinkham Ryder, American, 1847-1917
- Medium: Oil on canvas
- Dates: late 1870s
- Brooklyn Museum
In the winter months, as the sun was in it’s final descent of the golden hour, my father and grandfather would load the dilapidated farm trucks with the hay and pellets that were to function as stand-ins for the dormant rye grass that was then absent from the pasture. Inhaling the crisp air, my brother and I would clamber into the truck beds, and exhale icy condensation.
Minutes later we would be in the back pasture. As the echo of my father’s cattle call lingered in the bare woods, we began cutting the twine from the hay and opening the pellet bags. The cattle came. Driving ahead of the herd, we emptied the truck beds until every cow had his full, and, wrapping our jackets around us for warmth, we headed back to the house.
It is one of my earliest memories.
My new book of cartoons “You’re All Just Jealous of My Jetpack” is out now. Details are here.
Tonight: Songwriting.
I have four songs in the works. Four irons in the fire. I just haven’t made time to finish them. Incredibly fun, when you get to see them work out, but incredibly frustrating when you get stuck and ideas dry up.
(Source: nippless--cage)
