Inveniam Viam.

The results of Slate's "write like Sarah Palin" contest.

robot-heart-politics:

unburyingthelead:

First place: “One night after a long day of campaigning, when the haters had made my spirits reach a nadir, I looked into Todd’s eyes, which were as blue as the stripes on Old Glory, and too representing truth and loyalty, and he looked back at me with a twinkle of determination which I hadn’t seen since I told him my goal of having another baby in my fifties and naming it Tron, then did I know for sure that I could carry on, like he, and we, have done together all of these years on this long, Iron Dog race of a marriage that is at once grueling and celestial, onerous and majestic.”

—Ann Sensenbrenner

If I’ve already posted this, you’ll just have to indulge me in posting it again. It’s simply too good.

December 11, 2009, 4:29pm

thedailywhat:

Stop What You’re Doing And Watch The Hell Out Of This of the Day: Classically-trained thespian and Royal Shakespeare Company alum Brian Cox guides 2-year-old Theo through the first sentence of Hamlet’s “to be, or not to be” soliloquy.

[via.]

December 11, 2009, 4:25pm

devincastro:

Yann Tiersen attempts to play “Comptine d’un autre été: L’après-midi” from the foreign film Amélie by using 6 iPhones.

December 11, 2009, 2:58am

Years age us more than the mirror shows,
I just didn’t try hide any lows,
Knowing that everything would be here tomorrow,
and we’d still be followed by shadows.

And I have to wonder if I were to live under
a rock of a life, away from such strife,
would a drop of intellect
be worth the gains,
when knowing nothing has
no need to explain?

Gandhi made my dreams tonight,
but I am sorry, I can’t see his light,
I’ve heard it, seen it, spoke it all
and I can’t see how he made it all right.

Here is now a world unknown
where naivety gets a meeting room,
where too much time is spent alone,
and stories end as they’re assumed.

December 11, 2009, 1:06am

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The Lucksmiths | There Is A Light That Never Goes Out (Smiths Cover)

December 11, 2009, 12:56am

Being an atheist/agnostic/deist/anti-religionist is not some sort of statement. It is not punk rawk to be nonreligious. Stop shoving it down people’s throats or else you’re no better than the other side.

From,
Frustrated Deist(sort of).

December 10, 2009, 10:11pm

December 10, 2009, 9:28pm

For all the people remembered, millions become lost in the folds of time. Those who earn the privilege of being remembered do not always earn the privilege of being looked upon as righteous or heroic, and are forced to spend eternity in infamy. We base our judgments on records that we know could be biased to favor the viewpoints of the ruling powers of the time. Yet somehow, we have adopted clearly defined groups and synchronized people and their actions perfectly in order to lump them into our categories.

But I am not perfectly synchronized. I have tried to find an all encompassing tag for myself, but each leaves parts of me poking out like clothes in an overstuffed suitcase. This is not to say that I have gone out of my way to fit into textbook appropriate molds, nor have I made any forceful attempts to appear off beat. I am just the consequence of a specific series of events that were both in and out of my control. To order these experiences into precise paragraphs seems to discount that the sum of the little things could add up to matter more than the few, seemingly preeminent encounters.

December 10, 2009, 9:27pm

December 10, 2009, 6:37pm

fuckyeahdemetrimartin:

kayla-jane:

“GPA vs Limbs” by Demetri Martin.

No matter what my grades are, at least I have my legs.

December 10, 2009, 3:54pm

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Annie Little | Fly Me Away

December 10, 2009, 1:30pm

(via gotwisdom)

December 09, 2009, 5:37pm

The end is behind me;
and I do as I please
knowing I’ll fall once more,
with just a change of breeze.
I do not know why I push
when rising means give in;
gravity pulls my feet
shatters me, and wins. 
All these people I have seen,
all the places I have been,
rhyme themselves over
until again I begin.
There is no light on this side,
no question, it is better in their dark; 
Do not question the powers
that made you what you are.
Pedestals are there to kick,
fighting only leaves scars—
The only way to live again
is to never get too far.

December 09, 2009, 12:37am

December 08, 2009, 5:50pm