Jet Lag

The effect of time and distance on self identity

explore-blog:

How Jack Kerouac wrote On The Road, part of designer Johnson Banks’ fantastic poster titled The Power of Creativity

(↬ Quipsologies)

theatlantic:

43 Surprising Facts About ‘Sesame Street’

Sesame Street kicked off its 43rd season yesterday. We’re big fans of the Street, and to prove it, here are some of our favorite Sesame facts.

1. Oscar the Grouch used to be orange. Jim Henson decided to make him green before season two.
2. In 1970, Ernie reached #16 on the Billboard Hot 100 with the timeless hit “Rubber Duckie.”
3. During a 2004 episode, Cookie Monster said that before he started eating cookies, his name was Sid.
4. Mr. Snuffleupagus has a first name—Aloysius.
5. How big is Big Bird? 8’2″.

Read the other 38 ‘Sesame Street’ facts. [via mental_floss]

"Date a girl who reads. Date a girl who spends her money on books instead of clothes. She has problems with closet space because she has too many books. Date a girl who has a list of books she wants to read, who has had a library card since she was twelve.

Find a girl who reads. You’ll know that she does because she will always have an unread book in her bag.She’s the one lovingly looking over the shelves in the bookstore, the one who quietly cries out when she finds the book she wants. You see the weird chick sniffing the pages of an old book in a second hand book shop? That’s the reader. They can never resist smelling the pages, especially when they are yellow.

She’s the girl reading while waiting in that coffee shop down the street. If you take a peek at her mug, the non-dairy creamer is floating on top because she’s kind of engrossed already. Lost in a world of the author’s making. Sit down. She might give you a glare, as most girls who read do not like to be interrupted. Ask her if she likes the book.

Buy her another cup of coffee.

Let her know what you really think of Murakami. See if she got through the first chapter of Fellowship. Understand that if she says she understood James Joyce’s Ulysses she’s just saying that to sound intelligent. Ask her if she loves Alice or she would like to be Alice.

It’s easy to date a girl who reads. Give her books for her birthday, for Christmas and for anniversaries. Give her the gift of words, in poetry, in song. Give her Neruda, Pound, Sexton, Cummings. Let her know that you understand that words are love. Understand that she knows the difference between books and reality but by god, she’s going to try to make her life a little like her favorite book. It will never be your fault if she does.

She has to give it a shot somehow.

Lie to her. If she understands syntax, she will understand your need to lie. Behind words are other things: motivation, value, nuance, dialogue. It will not be the end of the world.

Fail her. Because a girl who reads knows that failure always leads up to the climax. Because girls who understand that all things will come to end. That you can always write a sequel. That you can begin again and again and still be the hero. That life is meant to have a villain or two.

Why be frightened of everything that you are not? Girls who read understand that people, like characters, develop. Except in the Twilightseries.

If you find a girl who reads, keep her close. When you find her up at 2 AM clutching a book to her chest and weeping, make her a cup of tea and hold her. You may lose her for a couple of hours but she will always come back to you. She’ll talk as if the characters in the book are real, because for a while, they always are.

You will propose on a hot air balloon. Or during a rock concert. Or very casually next time she’s sick. Over Skype.

You will smile so hard you will wonder why your heart hasn’t burst and bled out all over your chest yet. You will write the story of your lives, have kids with strange names and even stranger tastes. She will introduce your children to the Cat in the Hat and Aslan, maybe in the same day. You will walk the winters of your old age together and she will recite Keats under her breath while you shake the snow off your boots.

Date a girl who reads because you deserve it. You deserve a girl who can give you the most colorful life imaginable. If you can only give her monotony, and stale hours and half-baked proposals, then you’re better off alone. If you want the world and the worlds beyond it, date a girl who reads.

Or better yet, date a girl who writes." 

Rosemarie Urquico (via kblitz)

(via conversationslips)

Rosemarie no longer has an active blog, but she can be found on Facebook here: http://www.facebook.com/home.php?#!/profile.php?id=585211028

To see the post about how she was found, please go here. Thanks to Booksnbrew  for searching!

(via themonicabird)

(Source: blitzkreigkate)

explore-blog:

Artist Molly Crabapple draws her arrest at Occupy Wall Street for CNN. Counter with Noam Chomsky’s guide to how to protest without getting arrested.

Also see Crabapple’s illustrated version of Salvador Dali’s My Struggle.

emmaisalesbian:

this is freaking perfect

explore-blog:

John Baldessari believes that every young artist should know 3 things:

1. Talent is cheap
2. You have to be possessed, which you can’t will
3. Being at the right place at the right time

Tom Waits narrates a quirky 6-minute documentary about contemporary art legend John Baldessari. 

podsbackpacker:

moral of story: don’t gossip about the guest that are staying at your place… ! you never know, they do creep up on you when least expected…

I Met You 

I met you when the wind was blowing hard

But I knew you even before then

I saw you upstairs in a room with drawers

And the drawers were all open

And the wooden floor creaked

When I stood upon them

And the leaves twirled passed me

And I grabbed hold of my heart before it too blew away

Disasterdly, waiting to happen.

I have never broken a single bone in my entire body all my life

And yet my heart has shattered into a million ivory pieces

Like a rare thing, an endangered almost extinct curiosity,

My heart sank deep.

Swept away by some unknown force,

Pieces of me took flight

And scattered about the night

In drawers they found secrets

And lay under cover

Ready to be found again.

And I did find them

But I had to use a magnet

As strong and as big as the universe

And Mercury rose and pulled me towards

Myself

For the first time in two years.

The actor in me was saved

The theatre of my life began again

And the stage was set for the cycle to restart

This time with a broken heart.

womeninmusic:

“Beck’s bass player (Justin Meldal-Johnsen) suggested I do a cover of Slayer’s “Raining Blood”. I was reading about what was going on in Afghanistan—the way women were being oppressed, the destruction of religious statues. And when I heard that song, I just imagined a huge juicy vagina coming out of the sky, raining blood over all those racist, misogynist fuckers.” ~ Tori Amos

(Source: )