Fyodor Dostoyevsky, “White Nights”
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chunky-apparatus reblogged aseaofquotes:
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by David Foster Wallace
I might invite students to consider what is really being expressed when we refer to someone as “creepy” or “gross” or say that somebody was forced to “eat shit” in his job. Or to reread “In the Penal Colony” in light of expressions like “tonguelashing” or “She sure tore me a new asshole” or the gnomic “By a certain age, everybody has the face he deserves.” Or to approach “A Hunger Artist” in terms of tropes like “starved for attention” or “love-starved” or the double entendre in the term “self-denial,” or even as innocent a factoid as that the ety- mological root of “anorexia” happens to be the Greek word for longing.
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[Flash 9 is required to listen to audio.]
where do you think you’re going?
like a crazy bird, it’s so miserable
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cardigankeeper reblogged zombicorns:
Story of a Five Year-Old Avenger, Meeting the Avengers
“Hi, Loki!” my wife said (100% sure she didn’t know Tom Hiddleston’s name). “Can my son get a picture with you?” she asked. “Can I put him on my shoulders?” Loki asks. “Um … okay?” is Jill’s response and hands Tom Hiddleston our son. He hoists him up on to his shoulders (I should mention that this guy is like 8 feet tall), and my wife takes out her Blackberry, only to find that it’s on its last battery leg. Nonetheless she manages to get a couple of shots. Hiddleston puts Edison down, shakes his hand and says goodbye…
… Evans crouches down next to Edison, who extends his hand and shakes the hand of The First Avenger. “Can I see your shield?” Evans asks and Edison hands his battered toy shield over. “Wow, you’re getting a lot of use out of this. You fighting a lot of bad guys with this?” he asks. Chris Evans and Edison proceed to have a conversation about the finer points of shields and fighting the enemy.
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Today’s thoughts:
- Best friend comes home from across the Atlantic for the weekend, Mom finds out about it before me. Feels good, man.
- My dog’s name is Casey. You’d love her but boy, is she fat. I took her out for a run today and she almost collapsed. Then she refused to drink any water. What a trooper. I’m worried about her, though.
- Gin replied to my Facebook message and she wants to hang out!! Made my day. Can’t stop smiling.
- Finally having made some friends feels really, really good.
- Craving a Baconator like nobody’s business.
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OH MY GOSH I’VE JUST BEEN SPOILED ABOUT HIMYM AND I’VE NEVER BEEN HAPPIER!
AHHHHH!
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Going to bed now and watching King of the Hill.
Toonami comes back tomorrow night! -
ivetupintheclouds reblogged nolove-justregrets:[Flash 10 is required to watch video.]
This is the American Idol finale I did not edit this. This is really how it aired. I would not lie to you ever.
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handslabyrinth reblogged meetmeinmalkovich:
“I don’t make much distinction between being a stand-up comic and acting Shakespeare – in fact, unless you’re a good comedian, you’re never going to be able to play Hamlet properly.”
Ian McKellen (born May 25, 1939)
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OK, someone I’m Facebook friends with just got a giant arm tattoo with a Bible verse except they spelled “Psalms” as “Salms”. Fucking people.
