February 2012
1 post
this was in a message i sent you in 2008. i dont...
You’ve always seen me as a rock, Solid and stolid, unmoving and unmovable, Gray and hard, Grounded in earth like a jagged boulder, Unmalleable like flint. Only my eyes are soft, you think. But you don’t know That after sunset this rock evaporates As vapors of the night, Mists spiraling upwards into the dark, Winding in circles in the cool night air; Or that this rock...
January 2011
8 posts
“the germans wore gray. you wore blue.”
– Rick
its been a very interesting two years
and i think its time to keep tumblin.
we’ll see if it sticks.
June 2009
34 posts
send flowers to the families and buy a new rug
i love Weeds. God bless streaming internet video.
“You’re a different human being to everybody you meet.”
– Chuck Palahniuk
my life at camp thus far:
crosswords and bunk beds and wii and jazzercise and swim tests and awkward campers and name tags and program write ups and laughter.
“Laughter and tears are both responses to frustration and exhaustion.
I myself...”
– Kurt Vonnegut
there is NOTHING in this world like a...
perfect.
Dwight: What is my perfect crime? I break into Tiffany's at midnight. Do I go for the vault? No, I go for the chandelier. It's priceless. As I'm taking it down, a woman catches me. She tells me to stop. It's her father's business. She's Tiffany. I say no. We make love all night. In the morning the cops come and I escape in one of their uniforms. I tell her to meet me in Mexico but I go to Canada. I don't trust her. Besides, I like the cold. Thirty years later, I get a postcard. I have a son and he's the chief of police. This is where the story gets interesting: I tell Tiffany to meet me in Paris, by the Trocadero. She's been waiting for me all these years; she's never taken another lover. I don't care, I don't show up. I go to Berlin. That's where I stashed the chandelier.
camp rainbow is a camp sponsored by the american cancer society. kids who are diagnosed from around ages 6 to 15 come for a week to Jacobs to play, learn, and bond.
today, i spent six hours convincing about 50 of them to jump off a 15 ft. tall pier onto a 30 ft. blob and then be launched into the air by a fellow camper or their counselor.
it was beautiful.
“He knew that I love you also means I love you more than anyone loves you, or has...”
– Jonathan Safran Foer, Everything is Illuminated
(this book changed my life.)
dear tumblr,
at camp we have letter day.
three days a week, counselors/staff get up and do a skit and ultimately tell the kids that they have to write home. i think i’m going to use letter day as a way to update this. maybe i’ll post stuff more often, but for now, i’m letting the universe (i.e. kelly, jill, and maggie lol) know that this where to get my thoughts.
unless you’re...
dear tumblr,
True Life: I'm living in mississippi for two...
goodbye Rita’s and Wawa and cousins’ little league games…
hello biscuits and grits and El Marco and song session.
your love is like a giant pigeon
i’m starting from the first episode of friends. we’ll see if i actually end up watching them in order.
“It’s the possibility of having a dream come true that makes life interesting.”
– The Alchemist (via littlemiss)
“If you don’t like how things are, change it! You’re not a tree.”
– Jim Rohn
“I am an excitable person who only understands life lyrically, musically, in whom...”
– Anais Nin
when you court in high grass, it's hard to get...
my friend wrote this to me on my facebook wall. i assume its because we passed out in my uncle’s penthouse apartment after a night of vodka/tonics on his midtown roof watching Planet Earth.
but it is sort of a weird and interesting concept, isnt it? maybe i’m just being to tumbl-y and reading into things that arent meant to be read into.