holed up in Brad’s apartment since he had the largest table. The large table
was necessary - books and notes were spread over the entire surface.
if I put this one squiggle here, does that collapse the whole rune array?”
Maria tapped the page. “Because I think I need this squiggle to balance
that one, but they’re both edge runes so…”
his eyes of his own attempt at the binding circle and glanced at Maria’s.
“Which ‘squiggle’ do you mean exactly? Sokkvabekkr or Gladsheimr? And I’m
pretty sure you’re not supposed to combine those two.”
frowned. “Are you only using runes, by the way?”
demon is very Old Norse-themed, so I thought it would be best.”
like you’re making it difficult for yourself. Let’s see…” He took one of
his course books and leafed through the pages. “Right, here it is. I think
this combination could maybe stabilize your binding instead of Sokkvabekkr.”
sighed at the page. “Yeah, I suppose I could try that. Would be a lot
easier if we could just use a blood sacrifice,” she complained. “I’m
prepared to offer, like, a pint or three of my blood if it meant I wouldn’t
fail this stupid assignment. How much blood do you need to live anyway?”
any help?” Tyrone asked, from the couch where he and Brad were playing Amazing
Luigi Party Bros.
“You are your own definition of beautiful and worthwhile” - T.S.
So what does that really mean? It means that you need to forget the conventional standard of beautiful. Ditch it. Forget it. Erase it from your mind.
Don’t be beautiful. Be happy. Be angry. Be strong. Be funny. Be kind. Be brave. Be intelligent. Be witty. Be interesting. Be talented. Be adventurous. Be a dreamer. Be crazy. Be whatever the hell it is that you want to be.
There are so many things in this life that you can be other than beautiful. All those traits and quirks are what make you the individual you are. Embrace them and love them. That is so much more important than anything beautiful.
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As we moved through the Hotel Nacional on Wednesday trying to find a quiet spot, we weaved through throngs of tourists – Americans and Canadians and Spanish tourists eager to get a drink after a long day of sight seeing.
They walk right past him.
We’re with Carlos Varela, perhaps the most beloved protest singer on the island. In a big, empty ballroom, I see two of the hotel workers stop in their tracks. Robert Siegel asks one of them, “Do you know him?”
“Do I know him?,” he answers rhetorically, the implication being how could you not.
With metaphors and a deep, powerful voice, he has for 30 years chronicled the struggle and triumph of the Cuban people.
After trying to fruitlessly find a place where his guitar wouldn’t be drowned out, we just settle on one of the bars of the grand hotel. The Nacional is a place with terracota floors and with constant reminders of the Cuba from the past – the one that glimmered with Hollywood stars, the place where members of the mob could drink with abandon despite prohibition back at home.
“Cubans are living in very interesting times,” Varela said about the present. It’s a time of great change and lots of hope and that’s good thing for a country full of dreamers, he said.
“Cubans have been used to a paternalistic society, where the government tells its people don’t worry about anything because we have it under control,” he said.
In the new Cuba, he added, the Cuban people are telling the government, don’t worry about the bread, because we have the bakery under control.
In the new Cuba, he said, a Cuban takes two crates and a piece of wood and makes a bench. He adds two jugs of orange juice and calls it a cafe.
“You have to be a dreamer to do that,” he said, smiling. “A dreamer and a bit crazy.”