So it was himself that he was attempting to define as he worked on his study. As he sanded the old boards for his bookcases, and saw the surface roughness disappear, the gray weathering flake away to the essential wood and finally to a rich purity of grain and texture - as he repaired his furniture and arranged it in the room, it was himself that he was slowly shaping, it was himself that he was putting into a kind of order, it was himself that he was making possible.
Awesome. I was SO in high school. And my dad had to come pick me up so that I could make it to church in time to sing in choir for the Christmas Eve service. Needless to say, I don’t think I was their typical juvenile delinquent.
The album “Homesongs” by Adem was my white whale for a few years. A British import by the guy whose voice (and his piercing falsetto) reminds me of Jeff Buckley’s. It wasn’t available on iTunes, I refused to buy it from Amazon, so I resorted to hoping for serendipity at Amoeba Records. Two years later, I just got impatient. It felt like cheating a bit, after so long, but I ordered it off of eBay.
Now, thankfully, I can’t stop listening. He’s my favorite that no one’s heard of…
“Medicine, I said, begins with storytelling. Patients tell stories to describe illness; doctors tell stories to understand it. Science tells its own story to explain diseases. This story of one cancer’s genesis — of carcinogens causing mutations in internal genes, unleashing cascading pathways in cells that then cycle through mutation, selection, and survival — represents the most cogent outline we have of cancer’s birth.”—
The Emperor of All Maladies by Siddhartha Mukherjee
Remember last year when I was telling y’all to read this? Well, it’s still true. Do it now so we can talk about it.
"I like about any kind of store, except grown-up stores."
"This potato does not have very many eyes. It smells like fishing lewers."
"I am a football and I always get jamed into the star’s stomach and I don’t like it!"
"What is the quietest thing I can think of? Hair growing, brains thinking, mud flowing, people reading in a library, ants walking in a cotton field, a hummingbird humming."
"I am kind of thankful that the dinosaurs are extinct, because they would eat us."
"Dear BFG, I really liked your book. It is fun reading your incorrect language. I also would like to go to Giantcountry or Dreamcountry. I was wondering if you could pay me a visit on Christmas Eve at 5700 Woodland Road, Des Moines, IA USA 50312. From your friend, Emily Pullen."
"If I wasn’t me I’d like to be a pocket folder so I could hold papers and notes!
If I wasn’t me I’d like to be a vowel because I would be in alot of words!
But most of all I like to be me.”
"I have lots of bears and they are very, Very, cute! I have three favorite favorite bears. Their names are Browney, Grasshopper, and Ned. One night I had a party for my friends and their bears, and it was alot of fun. When my friends went home they left all their bears at MY house. When I went to bed they all had a party of their own. When I woke up it was a big disaster. My friends came and said "What a disaster!" then they said "What happened!" I said "The bears just had a party." THE END By Emily