Tuesday, April 26, 2011

Woody.

"In my next life I want to live my life backwards. You start out dead and get that out of the way. Then you wake up in an old people's home feeling better every day. You get kicked out for being too healthy, go collect your pension, and then when you start work, you get a gold watch and a party on your first day. You work for 40 years until you're young enough to enjoy your retirement. You party, drink alcohol, and are generally promiscuous, then you are ready for high school. You then go to primary school, you become a kid, you play. You have no responsibilities, you become a baby until you are born. And then you spend your last 9 months floating in luxurious spa-like conditions with central heating and room service on tap, larger quarters every day and then Voila! You finish off as an orgasm!"



— Woody Allen

Thursday, February 10, 2011

winter is dumb.


Where is the sunshine/what is this garbage??

Monday, September 7, 2009

Thursday, September 3, 2009

twinkle twinkle little star

how i wonder what you are.
there's a star outside a twinklin and a winkin at me.
though a quivering star is but light traveling through the atmosphere,
churning and yearning
and deflecting and refracting
and moving and shaking.
but we're still looking at the same moon, you and i;
and so it is, from there to here.

Thursday, August 27, 2009

Moustache ride.


`~*<{8o{B) glasses + button nose + draping moustache + buck teeth + silly hat. Probably listening to Delorean on repeat.

Gimme that funk that sweet that nasty that kushy stuff.


IT'SLIKEBILLNYE[THESCIENCEGUY]ONSTEROIDS.

Tuesday, August 25, 2009

Something Grover said.

Ok, the way I see it, if we were an old couple, dated for years, graduated, away from all these scholastic complications, and I reached over and kissed you, you wouldn't say a word, you'd be delighted, probably, but if I was to do that now it'd be quite forward, and if I did it the first time we ever met you probably would hit me.

What do you mean?

I just wish we were an old couple so I could do that.

'Kicking and Screaming; 1995'

Tuesday, August 4, 2009

Love bites.

'The talk' with mama mantis.

Tuesday, July 21, 2009

86.8%

A total solar eclipse happens when the moon passes between the sun and the earth, but this time, it will only be visible in Northern India, across a swath of Central China and further east over the Pacific Ocean.

The eclipse is set to begin at 8:22 a.m. Wednesday and to end by 11:05 a.m., the Central Weather Bureau said. The full eclipse will be the longest for this century, lasting more than six minutes. There will not be another one of this length until the year 2132, experts say.

People are warned not to stare directly at the sun, because even during an eclipse, that could cause extreme harm to the eyes.

One of the methods used to see the phenomenon is the pinhole projection, letting the sunlight fall through a small hole in a piece of paper and project its light on a second piece of paper behind.

Counting down until 9:34

Sunday, July 12, 2009

Words of The Boom

'Es la parte que no quieren y cómo no me va a desgarrar por dentro sentir que me pegan o la nieve me entra por los zapatos cuando Luis María baila conmigo y su mano en la cintura me va subiendo como un calor a mediodía, un sabor a naranjas fuertes o tacuaras chicoteadas, y a ella le pegan y es imposible resistir y entonces tengo que decirle a Luis María que no estoy bien, que es la humedad, humedad entre esa nieve que no siento, que no siento y me está entrando por los zapatos.'

Julio Cortázar -- 'Lejana'


In translation:

'That's the part they don't like and as it doesn't suit me to be rent to pieces inside and to feel they are beating me or that the snow is coming in through my shoes when Luis María is dancing with me and his hand on my waist makes the strong odor of oranges, or of cut hay, rise in me like heat at midday, and they are beating her and it's impossible to fight back, and I have to tell Luis María that I don't feel well, it's the humidity, humidity in all that snow which I do not feel, which I do not feel and it's coming in through my shoes.'

Julio Cortázar -- 'The Distances'

Tuesday, July 7, 2009

blogoramatastic

huh?
what's this do?