It's like I'm a lady... but I'm not.

rocketboom: via Now shut up.

Tue, 06 Mar 2012 10:26:44 -0600

rocketboom:

via

Now shut up.

beach accordingly (by smithereeeeens)This happened today.

Tue, 06 Mar 2012 00:15:38 -0600

beach accordingly (by smithereeeeens)

This happened today.

How To Ruin Your Life

Mon, 05 Mar 2012 09:14:53 -0600

How To Ruin Your Life:

thesecretdiaryofjake:

Stay in one place your whole life. Always order vanilla even though the menu is four pages long. Become the type of person who sends back lattes. Save up your money for a plasma TV instead of a plane ticket. Talk a lot about things you know nothing about. Have an affair with someone you don’t even find attractive.

Refuse to forget your ex. Make it impossible for yourself to do anything without remembering that you used to do it with them. Hug your knees under the sheets and think about how safe you felt when they held you at night. Remind yourself daily of how empty you feel. Find new ways to make yourself sad.

Get drunk all the time. Consider no Saturday night, national holiday or extended happy hour complete without a vodka-induced breakdown. Graduate college but keep drinking like you’re still in it. Notice that cheap beer tastes watery and stale when you drink it alone but drink it anyway. Look at old Facebook photos wasted and wonder where everyone went.

Never drink. Never do anything that could potentially be “bad” for you. Treat your body like the temple it is and say no to carbs, yes to wheatgrass, go to bed at ten sharp and turn down cake on your birthday. Take fifteen different dietary supplements. Monitor carefully. Succumb to nothing. Miss out on everything.

Compare yourself constantly, to everyone. Allow the standards of image-obsessed, age-obsessed culture to make you feel decrepit at 25. Scroll through skinny girls on Tumblr feeling wistful and inadequate. Pull at the skin on your hipbones, stomach, and underarms in the mirror. Sigh a lot. Sigh all the time.

Don’t fall in love with anyone or anything. Put an impenetrable wall between yourself and other people. Add a fire-breathing dragon and eight yards of barbed wire. Be suspicious of everyone’s motives. Hold grudges long after you’ve forgotten what for.

Fall in love with everyone and everything. Run after the next best thing like it’s a bus you’re perpetually late for. Throw your heart into every other stranger’s hands and be genuinely surprised to be hurt. Refuse to learn. Refuse to ever learn.

Move along, bitch

Mon, 05 Mar 2012 09:10:40 -0600

@ChrisCrocker gets it:

“LIVES - The one thing that we all have but no one knows how to properly use for themselves because they’re too worried about other peoples’”

Don’t Want Someone / Don’t Want Them With Anyone...

Mon, 05 Mar 2012 08:56:42 -0600

Don’t Want Someone / Don’t Want Them With Anyone Else!? (by itschriscrocker)

hahaha

tyleroakley: The sad part is, this isn’t far from...

Fri, 02 Mar 2012 09:34:50 -0600

tyleroakley:

The sad part is, this isn’t far from accurate.

haaaaaaaaha. another successful BLR.

22 Years Ago This Image Was Taken (by...

Fri, 02 Mar 2012 09:14:39 -0600

22 Years Ago This Image Was Taken (by MrAbkebab)

“Suspended in a sun beam… Our pale blue dot. The only one we’ve ever known.”

Worth the listen to the late and amazing, Carl Sagan. Worth the watch.

tyleroakley: Just one of those posts I can’t NOT...

Mon, 27 Feb 2012 22:28:20 -0600

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tyleroakley:

Just one of those posts I can’t NOT reblog.

things i say about alcohol

tyleroakley: KISS ME GOODBYE, I’M DEFYING GRAVITY.

Mon, 27 Feb 2012 20:54:03 -0600

tyleroakley:

KISS ME GOODBYE, I’M DEFYING GRAVITY.

thequotecollective: In three words I can sum up everything I’ve...

Fri, 24 Feb 2012 09:03:40 -0600

thequotecollective:

In three words I can sum up everything I’ve learned about life. It goes on.

—Robert Frost

February 4, 2012.

Photos from nlewis039

I was ruhniinn

Fri, 24 Feb 2012 08:49:40 -0600

I was ruhniinn

Hi. I called you... like you wanted.

Wed, 22 Feb 2012 17:17:32 -0600

“So.

I’m just, um.

Thank you for calling.

I have not honestly been thinking about this - at all, actually. I had company in town for three days and that was really busy. And… I’m busy with the tea. And… I guess, because, you know… It was what it was. And I. And there’s nothing to talk about. Um. So, yeah. I was planning on coming to your party on Saturday with Cooper and my friend Dan who is going to be in town and maybe his dog. So, I’ll be here, um. Yes, busy. But, you know. Whatever. No hard feelings. I just. I don’t. I’m not mad at you, angry with you. I don’t want to be angry. I don’t have the emotional capacity to be angry. Um. You know. We’re just different. There are things that you freely talk about that I don’t. And never have. And, you know. Um, we’ve always been that way. And so I’ve known that and you’ve known that. So… I just don’t think that I… should… You know, if I don’t want someone to know something then I shouldn’t say anthying. So I’m just, you know, going to be better about keeping my… personal life personal because that’s how I am. Um.

So anyway! No hard feelings, you know. I just wanted, you know, to be done with it… And we can be friends… And if you need anything… you can call me.

Ok, bye.”

This sounds like the biggest passive aggressive fuck off ever.
I don’t do vapid.

Mars.

Wed, 22 Feb 2012 10:14:44 -0600

Mars.

thenerdwriter: Vlog #23 - Social Media. SCRIPT. Oh, sorry—I...

Thu, 16 Feb 2012 23:18:30 -0600

thenerdwriter:

Vlog #23 - Social Media.

SCRIPT. Oh, sorry—I was only checking the twitter app on my iphone. Someone tweeted me. Actually, if I’m being honest, that was a few minutes ago—now I’m reading the New York Times, an article about the Syrian uprising; really interesting & devastating too, of course. But…actually, that was like a minute ago, or wait, no…man, that was 20 minutes ago. You can, um, really get lost in Temple Run.

If I were a kid age 8-18, these last few minutes would consist only of a small fraction of the average 7 1/2 hours a day that I spend with media. Do I care? Not really. By which I mean that there’s a fat chance that I’m going to stop doing it.

7 1/2 hours—that’s from a study conducted by the Kaiser Family Foundation in 2009, up about an hour and a half from the same study done in 2004. So I think now, in 2012, it’s safe to say that we’re at least up to 8 hours. Splits the day into nice even thirds, right? 8 hours of the day we sleep, 8 hours of the day we consume media like rabid, hungry wolves, and 8 hours of the day we…what do we do for those other 8 hours?

If you live in LA, it’s probably spent waiting in traffic.

So what’s to be made of all this. I don’t want to criticize those who spend a lot of time with media, clearly. Your relationship with media, like everything else, is your own affair. But I do think there’s something missing from the Kaiser Family Foundation’s report. Today’s media is social, which means that is consists not only of consumption, but also of expression. And these two things are relentlessly intertwined. Whatever you consume has been expressed by someone else, and whatever you express will be consumed by others. There is a total awareness of this in social media. Facebook & Twitter are not a journals or diaries, whatever you post there is posted with your complete understanding that others will see it, and not only see it, but probably will comment on it, & thus express themselves for your own responsive consumption and so on.

A Facebook status, like a novel or a vlog, is a request for judgement. Any serial tweeter who says he or she doesn’t really care what others think should receive a hearty laugh in the face. Shared expression is the definition of caring what others think! There is such a thing as expression for it’s own sake, but that’s what these are for (diary).

The point is that whatever medium of shared expression you choose will be the medium by which you are asking to be judged. If all we’re getting from you in terms of expression is

Curling up in bed with a salad and a movie until the Grammys start :) Ahh to finally relax feels so nice

Guess crack was a little to whack for Whitney Houston….. She dead….

In on a Saturday night. Man i am a loser

Homemade crab Rangoon :))

You have to participate relentlessly in the manifestations of your own blessings.

don’t be surprised if you’re treated equally as simple, equally as trite, equally as idiotic. We should never forget or forego the understanding that expression is always difficult, from a conversation to feature film. To do it well takes a measure of composition, of time, and the willingness to improve despite frustrations.

Your social media personality is not you, it’s a performance of you. And maybe for yourself, it’s easy not confuse the difference, but it’s not so easy for all those who see only this performance, and who are disposed in many ways to treat others as stereotypically as they can.

And maybe sometimes you get frustrated, feeling that others don’t understand you, don’t see or respect what you want. Maybe you feel your always coming out of conversations or arguments with your point poorly made. Well, I’ll let you in on a secret:

People who can speak well—to the point & with lucidity—practice.

These people trip up like everyone else, but less often. More times than not they make their point. And come out of even a normal conversation feeling that you have a clearer idea of what they want and who they are.

Not everyone is or has to be an artist. Not everyone has to write a novel or make an album. But there’s something to be said for a little bit of reserve when it comes to expression. That way, you can preserve some of your own mystery, your own subtlety, you can escape some unnecessary judgment, and you can recover the power of your own voice.

This is the performance of yourself.

A summation of the past 7 days

Sat, 04 Feb 2012 20:05:00 -0600

-End a relationship with a friend for inappropriateness
-But don’t have a breakdown yet
-Get drunk
-Bust your tires
-Lose your wallet and have no means of payment for said tires
-Lose your wallet and have no means of filling your empty tank with gas
-Pout, but don’t have a breakdown yet. Almost. But don’t.
-Have your pride shot to shit by having a neighbor rescue you (can’t really complain)
-Recover said items, sigh of relief, hope for a better rest of the week
-Have several cancellations, personal and professional
-Question professional implementation of certain policies, sacrificing your genuine trust in people
-Question your trust in people

-OH YEAH. Phone issues, too. Lose all business and personal contacts. For now. Yay more unnecessary work to do.

-Find out your car key no longer works on the driver side door?
-Lock your keys in your car
-Ask yourself, “Are you a fucking moron?”
-Hope for a better rest of the weekend, anticipating a date…
-And… another slight let down.

Break down?

What the fuck is happening?

It could always be worse. It could always be worse. It could always be worse.

#firstworldproblems #quitbeingabitch

Photo

Mon, 30 Jan 2012 01:14:56 -0600

We have each other and it's wonderful.

Mon, 30 Jan 2012 01:13:16 -0600

Slowly, yes,
We’ll get there,
You and I

A sullen walk,
Hands in pockets,
A moon sharing his shadow

The faint scent of an old friend
The wind blows by

No longer

—

Somehow we knew so many of the same people and I never had the chance to know her well. With cancer being such a raging fire in my family alone, I can only imagine the difficulty those close to her are experiencing. Rest in peace.

theamericanscholar: Awe meaning dread mixed with veneration....

Wed, 25 Jan 2012 23:49:10 -0600

theamericanscholar:

Awe meaning dread mixed with veneration. Awe meaning “solemn and reverential wonder, tinged with … fear, inspired by what is … sublime and majestic in nature,” according to the OED.

Toba.

Toba was the largest volcanic explosion of the past two million years. Toba Volcano blew 74,000 years ago.

Priscilla Long discusses volcanoes, destruction, and the true meaning of awesome. Read Toba.

(Photo via The Atlantic. Claudio Santana/AFP/Getty Images)

Disaster.

thecreatorsproject: Shaking up the still life. Too much lean...

Wed, 25 Jan 2012 08:16:37 -0600

thecreatorsproject:

Shaking up the still life.

Too much lean in my art.

WAKE UP CALLIN'

Wed, 25 Jan 2012 08:05:18 -0600

Flubbin’ left and right. Just keep smiling and nodding.
Actual thoughts in italics.

Oh, you’re married? No way! That’s great! Since when?!
Next, please. :: eyes venturing elsewhere ::

Oh, you’re gay? Ha, oh, yeah, of course I fucking knew it.
Must. recalibrate. gaydar.

So, what do you do? Oh, you live with your parents right now?
How many of you exist?!?!

Shots?! Okay, sure. Cheers, new friend! ::vomits::
:: while vomiting :: Look who’s not getting laid tonight! Watch how much vomit I have! None! Because I starve myself to look pretty. Will you fuck me?! Oh god, my breath. Where is he going?!

Oh, you work out, huh? No, I don’t want to touch your arm. Okay, actually, I don’t care AND you’re pushing your luck, buddy. Please leave. Now.
… success.

:: Rolls over in bed ::
Who the fu…

Oh, that’s your girlfriend? My bad. I don’t want no prahlems.
Could totally lay him. Should I lay him? Nah.

Oh, you’re gay? What about tonight?
You think you’re sooo slick.

Where’s that dude with the arms?
… fail.

Oh, you’re married? … … …
Say something, you idiot. See that ring? DUMB ASS.

Brought to you by the single life.
Partially.