Tumblr friends, meet Kid President and his friend Brad.
Reminders
If you haven’t heard the original speech discussed here, it’s worth listening to.
“We celebrate birthdays where all you have to do is not die for 365 days and yet we let people who have made our lives better walk around without knowing it.”
— Drew Dudley (via quotefullness)
I find this particularly ironic, given the birthday I have ahead.
I may be spending tomorrow, perhaps a good part of my life in the near future, far away (though maybe just a few daladala rides away, if I’m lucky) from people I know, care about, and consider friends. For that, and for many other reasons, I want to say here: a truly sincere THANK YOU!! You know I’m talking to you, even if I’m not looking at you. Those of you who have been my friends and family, who have let me be yours, and who have kept pushing me to figure myself out, to get a grip, and to be a better friend, student, and person, whatever that means. Especially when I’ve been lost in my own thoughts, or having one too many (yeah, many) solitary moments.
Sending out my love. Now go eat some cake! (as I think at least one cupcake aficionado I know would exclaim, it’s not a birthday without someone eating cake)
“I like being a mess. It’s who I am.”
Calista Flockhart, Ally McBeal (via thoughtsdetained)
Oh, Ally McBeal.
“Once a little boy sent me a charming card with a little drawing on it. I loved it. I answer all my children’s letters — sometimes very hastily — but this one I lingered over. I sent him a card and I drew a picture of a Wild Thing on it. I wrote, ‘Dear Jim: I loved your card.’ Then I got a letter back from his mother and she said, ‘Jim loved your card so much he ate it.’ That to me was one of the highest compliments I’ve ever received. He didn’t care that it was an original Maurice Sendak drawing or anything. He saw it, he loved it, he ate it.”
“I may never be happy, but tonight I am content. Nothing more than an empty house, the warm hazy weariness from a day spent setting strawberry runners in the sun, a glass of cool sweet milk, and a shallow dish of blueberries bathed in cream. Now I know how people can live without books, without college. When one is so tired t the end of a day one must sleep, and at the next dawn there are more strawberry runners to set, and so one goes on living, near the earth. At times like this I’d call myself a fool to ask for more…”
This reminds me, I’ve been meaning to find more Sylvia Plath poems.. sounds of summer
CHEEESE
But ‘tis to come soon.
Childhood classic. A happy note to happen upon today. Kids are lovely, surprising, ingenious little beings.
(Source: ijustd0i)
Philip’s Endangered Species class comes to the NPR stage.
npr:
Many of the venues that display white tigers have a long history of shading the truth about their mutants. The Cincinnati Zoo, an otherwise respectable institution, labels their white tigers as a “species at risk!” Nowhere on the zoo’s website or at its tiger enclosures does it point out that this species at risk is in fact an ecologically useless hybrid of Bengal and Siberian strains, inbred at the zoo’s own facility for big money. The Cincinnati Zoo repeatedly bred closely related animals over the past few decades to produce more of the white tigers, which they sold for around $60,000 each.
Photo: Jim Larimore
Some Christmas humor from BYU - if only finals studying could always be so lighthearted.
Sigh…
Cheers!
