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"It is not the critic who counts; not the man who points out how the strong man stumbles, or where..."

Tue, 07 May 2013 23:08:00 -0700

“It is not the critic who counts; not the man who points out how the strong man stumbles, or where the doer of deeds could have done them better. The credit belongs to the man who is actually in the arena, whose face is marred by dust and sweat and blood; who strives valiantly; who errs, who comes short again and again, because there is no effort without error and shortcoming; but who does actually strive to do the deeds; who knows great enthusiasms, the great devotions; who spends himself in a worthy cause; who at the best knows in the end the triumph of high achievement, and who at the worst, if he fails, at least fails while daring greatly, so that his place shall never be with those cold and timid souls who neither know victory nor defeat.”

- Teddy Roosevelt, April 23, 1910. Fight the fuck on, friends.

Things that changed 'round 30

Tue, 30 Apr 2013 15:55:42 -0700

Less me.

Less time.

Less fear.

More smirks.

Brevity.

famousmilhouse: Van Houten. Milhouse Bond. Vanhouten. Milhouse....

Mon, 29 Apr 2013 11:09:46 -0700

famousmilhouse:

Van Houten. Milhouse Bond. Vanhouten. Milhouse. Forget it.

famousmilhouse: The boy who lived… sort of. get on it, boys...

Wed, 24 Apr 2013 09:16:15 -0700

famousmilhouse:

The boy who lived… sort of.

get on it, boys and girls.

Louis C.K. said some wonderful things in his RollingStone interview and I never want to forget...

Tue, 23 Apr 2013 21:35:00 -0700

Louis C.K. said some wonderful things in his RollingStone interview and I never want to forget them:

“The only way to learn stuff is by failing; all this is learned by having bad times. You have to be willing to have a bad time. People that need to feel like a star and like they’re succeeding every time will not ever get better. But if you are willing to feel bad, do badly, have a stale, boring version of yourself out in front of everybody, you can find this stuff in the muck that’s very useful.”

“When it’s time to write, I have one computer that has no ability to get on the internet. Because the ability to just move your finger less than a millimeter and be looking straight into someone’s pussy or at the new Porsche, or a whole movie… it’s too much. So if you put a couple of moves between you and that, you’ve got a fighting chance. When I hit a stopping moment in what I’m writing, a moment of agitation - that itch always leads to a brand new thing, to inspiration… The worst thing happening to this generation is that they’re taking discomfort away from themselves.“

On failure and greatness:

“Yeah, all the tools I have come from those years. There’s nothing elusive or ethereal about it; it’s very practical and directly related. I learned how to avoid a huge amount of pitfalls by walking into them and surviving. Then two things happen as you go along. The first thing that happens is your best gets better, but what really matters is when your worst gets better.”

“It’s understandable for people to want all their favorite things to happen, but the crazy thing is to think that they can avoid all of the hard things. To want everything that you ever dreamed of, to the exclusion of anything hard, that feels common to me now in a way that is hurting people. They’re ignoring how much good there is in being present for the hardest parts of your life.”

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Mon, 22 Apr 2013 13:00:00 -0700

mylifeisbulldog: Man vs Dog

Sun, 21 Apr 2013 21:03:02 -0700

mylifeisbulldog:

Man vs Dog

No Girls Allowed.

Sun, 21 Apr 2013 20:29:01 -0700

No Girls Allowed.

Days Like Today

Mon, 15 Apr 2013 14:30:00 -0700

There’s a certain and particular searching that comes with every tragedy. A search for answers. Culprits and motives. A search for hope and silver linings. It happens every time, and sadly, more often, as history degrades into nothing but a series of explosions and attacks. We send out prayers and thoughts for the affected. We donate blood and shed tears. We imagine ourselves in the shoes of others and get angry, or sad, or just plain tired. Why do we react this way? With empathy and compassion, no matter how self-centered their origin?

Maybe it’s the only thing that keeps us going.

Maybe empathy is our reminder that for every tragedy, there is a legion of good. For every injured, a hundred caregivers. For every death, a nation of mourners. For every threat, an army of defenders. For every act of terror, a thousand calls for justice. For every evil act, a million voices to declare, “No. That’s not okay.”

And that’s the only thing that gets me by on days like today. We outnumber the rotten. We don’t win every round, but we will always have the numbers. Even on days where answers are few and chaos seems to be holding the reins, the good are still winning. Healing, fighting, sleuthing, guarding, weeping, praying, hugging, and holding each other up. We are living, and for as long as that’s true, we will be winning. And that’s the only thing that gets me by on days like today.

watching season 1 ep. 10

Fri, 12 Apr 2013 19:49:15 -0700

watching season 1 ep. 10

Fall 1998. Frederick, MD.

Tue, 19 Mar 2013 23:38:15 -0700

Fall 1998. Frederick, MD.

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Wed, 13 Mar 2013 14:05:16 -0700

write on

Tue, 12 Mar 2013 11:30:49 -0700

write on

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Mon, 04 Mar 2013 20:12:15 -0800

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Mon, 04 Mar 2013 19:31:54 -0800

Hollywood days. Glendale nights.

Sun, 03 Mar 2013 07:37:41 -0800

Hollywood days. Glendale nights.

to live

Thu, 28 Feb 2013 00:40:00 -0800

to live is to pass time.
to be happy is a state of mind
that comes with knowing what you want
and the games played to attain them.
so put your face on.
mount up. stretch.
run yourself ragged ‘til your legs give out and your mind clears
enough to reveal the fog of lies that surrounds you.
a smog filled dew of greed and sleaze
in the so-called city of angels.

to live is to move on
to be happy is to get along
friending her, toasting him,
and singing on key to a song you hate.
better a clown than a malcontent.
better a shy chick than a grown ass woman deeply afflicted,
wounded and lonely.
carry on
like the baggage you heel whenever you sleep
or wince or smirk or grimace or squint
down a path the leads nowhere and further away.
to live is to be remembered.
remember that.
not to outlive or to love or to pander,
and especially not to cross a checkered line marked up or down at the gate,
but to leave a mark before you get there.
to live is to be remembered.
remember that.

Happy V Day yall!

Thu, 14 Feb 2013 20:45:32 -0800

Happy V Day yall!

"Do not believe in anything simply because you have heard it. Do not believe in anything simply..."

Wed, 13 Feb 2013 10:34:00 -0800

“Do not believe in anything simply because you have heard it.
Do not believe in anything simply because it is spoken and rumored by many.
Do not believe in anything simply because it is found written in your religious books.
Do not believe in anything merely on the authority of your teachers and elders.
Do not believe in traditions because they have been handed down for many generations.
But after observation and analysis, when you find that anything agrees with reason and is conducive to the good and benefit of one and all, then accept it and live up to it.”

- Kalama Sutta: The Buddha’s Charter of Free Inquiry.

Eat your heart out, John 3:16.

The only thing that could give me religion again: Paul Harvey -...

Sun, 03 Feb 2013 22:29:00 -0800

The only thing that could give me religion again: Paul Harvey - “So God Made a Farmer.” Haven’t been this moved by words in a while.

“And on the 8th day, God looked down on his planned paradise and said, “I need a caretaker.” So God made a farmer.

God said, “I need somebody willing to get up before dawn, milk cows, work all day in the fields, milk cows again, eat supper and then go to town and stay past midnight at a meeting of the school board.” So God made a farmer.

“I need somebody with arms strong enough to rustle a calf and yet gentle enough to deliver his own grandchild. Somebody to call hogs, tame cantankerous machinery, come home hungry, have to wait lunch until his wife’s done feeding visiting ladies and tell the ladies to be sure and come back real soon — and mean it.” So God made a farmer.

God said, “I need somebody willing to sit up all night with a newborn colt. And watch it die. Then dry his eyes and say, ‘Maybe next year.’ I need somebody who can shape an ax handle from a persimmon sprout, shoe a horse with a hunk of car tire, who can make harness out of haywire, feed sacks and shoe scraps. And who, planting time and harvest season, will finish his forty-hour week by Tuesday noon, then, pain’n from ‘tractor back,’ put in another seventy-two hours.” So God made a farmer.

God had to have somebody willing to ride the ruts at double speed to get the hay in ahead of the rain clouds and yet stop in mid-field and race to help when he sees the first smoke from a neighbor’s place. So God made a farmer.

God said, “I need somebody strong enough to clear trees and heave bails, yet gentle enough to tame lambs and wean pigs and tend the pink-combed pullets, who will stop his mower for an hour to splint the broken leg of a meadow lark. It had to be somebody who’d plow deep and straight and not cut corners. Somebody to seed, weed, feed, breed and rake and disc and plow and plant and tie the fleece and strain the milk and replenish the self-feeder and finish a hard week’s work with a five-mile drive to church.

“Somebody who’d bale a family together with the soft strong bonds of sharing, who would laugh and then sigh, and then reply, with smiling eyes, when his son says he wants to spend his life ‘doing what dad does.’” So God made a farmer.”