January 2011
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lowindustrial:
I dreamed I found you lying on the pavement. Grief had made you small: eighteen inches on a side, square and flat, like a swatch of fabric. So I gathered you up and I folded you, and I folded you, till you fit in one hand; and then I slipped you inside my shirt pocket, over my heart, and that’s where I carried you.
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Protests in Egypt - live updates at The Guardian →
Does exactly what it says on the tin, aggregating reports from various news sources and eye witness accounts minute-by-minute. Incredible stuff going on.
Anonymous asked: That was a beautiful piece of writing, the thinking about colors. Thank you.
Do you sometimes think about other things as well?
Do you sometimes think about other things as well?
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Sometimes I think about the colours of things
I’m sitting at my desk staring out of the window at the sudden sunshine. It was snowing and grey this morning and the sun has surprised me. It’s a nice surprise. The sky is azure. The trees are gold and sage.
I haven’t dyed my hair for many months. I like it best like this, when my natural colour has grown through and my curls are a jumble of shades: the light brown of the dye,...
Flashdance LOL
You crazy kids.
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I'll Affect You Slowly, by Richard Brautigan
I’ll affect you slowly as if you were having a picnic in a dream. There will be no ants. It won’t rain.
Historic Space Suits →
itsfullofstars:
See classic images from Projects Mercury, Gemini, and Apollo as well as space-suit prototypes that never made the cut.
Space-suit prototypes that never made the cut (in my head):
Moon Jeggings (failure reason: breathable, causes immediate decompression, death)
It’s Full Of Stars No Wait My Pants Are Full Of Stars Disco Ball Helmet (failure reason: astronaut afflicted...
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5'4"...or so they say
I’ve gone through life thinking I was 5’5”. I’ve never measured myself. I leave that to doctor type folks. A couple of months ago my little sister, who is taller than me by about 2 inches said I couldn’t possibly be 5’5” because she’s 5’6” and I’m way shorter than that. She also rolled her eyes at me. My mum then chirped up and said...
RIP Cessna
My fluffy little housefly buddy is gone to the great jam spoon in the sky. I found him on his back on the windowsill when I got back from the pub, his legs sticking straight up. I think I killed him with an excess of jam. And love. But mostly jam.
Mostly.
:(
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Saving Cessna
I have a new lodger. A large black housefly.
I noticed it a week ago, sitting on the wall of my flat above the bay window that looks out onto the sea. It didn’t move. I watched him for a while and then forgot about him.
I have begun to call it a ‘him’.
Every day I catch a glimpse of the fly, sitting on the wall or the mantelpiece. Sometimes he takes to the air. He...
As one grows older, one sees the impossibility of imposing your will on the...
– Albert Einstein
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fuiru:
sniffyjenkins:
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sniffyjenkins replied to your post: Holy shit, I wish there was someone around here who knew how to play Mornington Crescent
Bayswater.
My goodness, that’s a brazen opening move. I haven’t seen such a confident opening gambit since the 1998 All-Britain finals. My options here are limited, so:
Cannon...
fuiru:
sniffyjenkins:
fuiru:
sniffyjenkins:
fuiru:
sniffyjenkins replied to your post: Holy shit, I wish there was someone around here who knew how to play Mornington Crescent
Bayswater.
My goodness, that’s a brazen opening move. I haven’t seen such a confident opening gambit since the 1998 All-Britain finals. My options here are limited, so:
Cannon Street.
Hmm, you are a tricksy...
fuiru:
sniffyjenkins:
fuiru:
sniffyjenkins replied to your post: Holy shit, I wish there was someone around here who knew how to play Mornington Crescent
Bayswater.
My goodness, that’s a brazen opening move. I haven’t seen such a confident opening gambit since the 1998 All-Britain finals. My options here are limited, so:
Cannon Street.
Hmm, you are a tricksy one.
North Harrow.
I...
fuiru:
sniffyjenkins replied to your post: Holy shit, I wish there was someone around here who knew how to play Mornington Crescent
Bayswater.
My goodness, that’s a brazen opening move. I haven’t seen such a confident opening gambit since the 1998 All-Britain finals. My options here are limited, so:
Cannon Street.
Hmm, you are a tricksy one.
North Harrow.
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Polaroids
So one time this thing happened. I spent almost a year travelling around Mexico and Central America, and towards the end of the trip ended up spending four weeks living butt naked on a beach on the Gulf coast of Mexico with three new-found mates. It was just us and miles of sand and the ocean and a little cenote among the trees that we washed in. No one else came. There was a small village about...
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ok
It seems from the huge response I got for that last thing I wrote, I should write whilst in the grips of delirium more often, huh? People sure seem to like descriptions of hips and stuff. Maybe I could hang out in a hospital for infectious diseases and make sure I have a permenent temperature of 103 just to keep the fevered words flowing. Next time I’m ill I’ll write about a little...
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