But it got me through the customer visit I was running out the door for.
Today I was pointed in the direction of a blog that's sole existence is as a place for people to bash another MB.
Really? have people got so little to do that this is their entertainment? What if all those folks went outside and found something productive to do, OR what if they donated their time to any number of worthy causes....
really, what if they just stopped feeding on the hate?
"Things falling apart is a kind of testing and also a kind of healing. We think that the point is to pass the test or to overcome the problem, but the truth is that things don't really get solved. They come together and they fall apart. Then they come together again and fall apart again. It's just like that. The healing comes from letting there be room for all this to happen; room for grief, for relief, for misery, for joy. When we think that something is going to bring us pleasure, we don't know what's really going to happen. When we think something is going to give us misery, we don't know. Letting there be room for not knowing is the most important thing of all. We try to do what we think is going to help. But we don't know. We never know if we're going to fall flat or sit up tall. When there's a big disappointment, we don't know if that's the end of the story. It may be just the beginning of a great adventure."
Pema Chodron
Seen elsewhere on Vox...had to borrow it. I've been flirting with buying one of Chodron's books for some time now.
If they ever do a Batman movie with Harley Quinn in it, she shall be played by Natalie Portman.
That is all.
In honor of the upcoming Olympics, what could you win a gold medal in?
Submitted by TheFiercestCalm.
I could probably bring home the gold in the eating lil white donuts...
I could also be a contender in:
bullshitting
skylarking
lollygagging
rubbernecking
goldbricking
Show us the book you're reading right now.
Submitted by Strive2Be.
Well, since it's Strive2Be that wants to know...This is a dark little comic that broke my heart to read. Daddy's Girl is the semi-autobiographical story of Debbie Dreschler's painful formative years, complete with sexually abusive father and worthless mother. She is conflicted and insecure and driven by her pain to express herself in her art.
Oh, wait... That's the plot of nearly every graphic novel! Daddy's Girl reminds me a lot of the work of Lynda Barry but is much more painful than something like The Good Times Are Killing Me or Cruddy.Oh, well. Here are some images to enjoy:
My Poem
(with apologies to Louis and Martha Jordan)
the event was inspired by a boogie-woogie song
the caterer got lost and it took real long
the curtain was delayed by about an hour
because I heard they had brought the wrong flour
we were drinking and sweating and milling around
at the fancy art center they built in our town
for a good old Arkansas catfish fry
with coleslaw and collards and sweet potato pie
after the food we finally got the show
Kevin told us things that even *I* didn't know
those who stayed knew it was important
to turn out for the man named Louis Jordan
I had a great time but I shoulda been high
at this particular Saturday night fish fry
On a side note, I am thrilled that I got to express my appreciation to Martha Jordan for her late husband's contribution to the genre of songs about food.
They spoke with soft persuading words
About a living creed of gentle love
And turned me on to sounds unheard
And showed me strange and clouded sights above
Which gently touched my aching mind
And soothed the wanderings of my troubled mind
Sometimes I think I'll never find
Such purity and peace of mind there
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