Dontasia was twerking and being nasty

Texts from last night (not mine)

Solar Freaking Roadways

I want this. How can we make this happen?

i don't say "this is everything" and not mean it

Me this weekend

Augustus Waters' last letter (taken from The Fault in Our Stars by John Green)

Van Houten,
I’m a good person but a shitty writer. You’re a shitty person but a good writer. We’d make a good team. I don’t want to ask you any favors, but if you have time – and from what I saw, you have plenty – I was wondering if you could write a eulogy for Hazel. I’ve got notes and everything, but if you could just make it into a coherent whole or whatever? Or even just tell me what I should say differently.
Here’s the thing about Hazel: Almost everyone is obsessed with leaving a mark upon the world. Bequeathing a legacy. Outlasting death. We all want to be remembered. I do, too. That’s what bothers me most, is being another unremembered casualty in the ancient and inglorious war against disease.
I want to leave a mark.
But Van Houten: The marks humans leave are too often scars. You build a hideous mini mall or start a coup or try to become a rock star and you think, “They’ll remember me now,” but (a) they don’t remember you, and (b) all you leave behind are more scars. Your coup becomes a dictatorship. Your mini mall becomes a lesion.
(Okay, maybe I’m not such a shitty writer. But I can’t pull my ideas together, Van Houten. My thoughts are stars I can’t fathom into constellations.)
We are like a bunch of dogs squirting on fire hydrants. We poison the groundwater with our toxic piss, marking everything MINE in a ridiculous attempt to survive our deaths. I can’t stop pissing on fire hydrants. I know it’s silly and useless – epically useless in my current state – but I am an animal like any other.
Hazel is different. She walks lightly, old man. She walks lightly upon the earth. Hazel knows the truth: We’re as likely to hurt the universe as we are to help it, and we’re not likely to do either.
People will say it’s sad that she leaves a lesser scar, that fewer remember her, that she was loved deeply but not widely. But it’s not sad, Van Houten. It’s triumphant. It’s heroic. Isn’t that the real heroism? Like the doctors say: First, do no harm.
The real heroes anyway aren’t the people doing things; the real heroes are the people NOTICING things, paying attention. The guy who invented the smallpox vaccine didn’t actually invent anything. He just noticed that people with cowpox didn’t get smallpox.
After my PET scan lit up, I snuck into the ICU and saw her while she was unconscious. I just walked in behind a nurse with a badge and I got to sit next to her for like ten minutes before I got caught. I really thought she was going to die, too. It was brutal: the incessant mechanized haranguing of intensive care. She had this dark cancer water dripping out of her chest. Eyes closed. Intubated. But her hand was still her hand, still warm and the nails painted this almost black dark blue and I just held her hand and tried to imagine the world without us and for about one second I was a good enough person to hope she died so she would never know that I was going, too. But then I wanted more time so we could fall in love. I got my wish, I suppose. I left my scar.
A nurse guy came in and told me I had to leave, that visitors weren’t allowed, and I asked if she was doing okay, and the guy said, “She’s still taking on water.” A desert blessing, an ocean curse.
What else? She is so beautiful. You don’t get tired of looking at her. You never worry if she is smarter than you: You know she is. She is funny without ever being mean. I love her. I am so lucky to love her, Van Houten. You don’t get to choose if you get hurt in this world, old man, but you do have some say in who hurts you. I like my choices. I hope she likes hers. 

Funny photos

Vampire Weekend "Ya Hey" (Covered by Phosphorescent ) - Live at KCSN -- October 3, 2013

Not as good as Vampire, imho, but I still like that this happened.

Seattle Street Art

Photos

Elmo antics

Pretty pretty

Awkward family photo

The fuck is wrong with this animal

Hard to Explain" - The Strokes

No need to explain.

Throwback Monday: All I Need by Mat Kearney

Yes, it is super dorky when a YouTube video is just Arial 48 point font of the lyrics, but that's what I could find. I made the window small for you so it looks just like an audio link and you'll feel less dorky listening to this pretty little gem that may just transport you back to 2006.

word of the day: effloresce

effloresce

verb 1. to burst into bloom; blossom. 2. Chemistry. a. to change either throughout or on the surface to a mealy or powdery substance upon exposure to air, as a crystalline substance through loss of water of crystallization. b. to become incrusted or covered with crystals of salt or the like through evaporation or chemical change.

Ya Hey

And I can't help but feel that I've made a mistake. But I let it go... 

Not-yet hipster child

Ron Swanson, alpha male of my dreams

Penguins and science

Sorry

Photos of my liking

Chuck U o yea

Pretty photos

Blarney DVDs

Blarney just sits there
Blarney and Omar Sharif teach you Contract Bridge
Blarney's improves your  golf swing
Blarney's no money down real estate system
Blarney helps you stop stop smoke smoking
Blarney juice your way to better health
blarney helps you organize your blarney video tapes
Blarney! Blarney! Blarney!
Blarney teaches you Microsoft Windows

St. Vincent - Birth In Reverse

Misunderstanding Orange Juice as a Health Drink

But as Hamilton details in her book, there is practically nothing fresh or pure about it. Most commercial orange juice is so heavily processed that it would be undrinkable if not for the addition of something called flavor packs. This is the latest technological innovation in the industry’s perpetual quest to mimic the simplicity of fresh juice. Oils and essences are extracted from the oranges and then sold to a flavor manufacturer who concocts a carefully composed flavor pack customized to the company’s flavor specifications. The juice, which has been patiently sitting in storage sometimes for more than a year, is then pumped with these packs to restore its aroma and taste, which by this point have been thoroughly annihilated. You’re welcome.

A Brief History of Orange Juice that blew my mind

Animal Collective- Winter Wonder Land

I thought I hated this song until I realized I love it,

Best new boots award goes to me

Cold comfy evening sad song: "The Field" by Mason Jennings