Murder Ballad was far from a perfect show, but I could have just watched Rebecca Naomi Jones perform forever. I am slain.
Murder Ballad was far from a perfect show, but I could have just watched Rebecca Naomi Jones perform forever. I am slain.
Sorrow
Sorrow like a ceaseless rain
Beats upon my heart.
People twist and scream in pain, —
Dawn will find them still again;
This has neither wax nor wane,
Neither stop nor start.
People dress and go to town;
I sit in my chair.
All my thoughts are slow and brown:
Standing up or sitting down
Little matters, or what gown
Or what shoes I wear.
- Edna St. Vincent Millay
Humphreys found that it’s only been in the last hundred years that journalling has come to be considered a private practice. In the late 19th century, she says visiting friends and relatives would gather together and read each others diaries as a way of keeping up to date and sharing their lives.
I’LL ESCAPE NOW FROM THAT WORLD
FROM THE WORLD OF JEAN VALJEAN
THERE IS NO WHERE I CAN TURN
THERE IS NO WAY TO GO OOOOOONNN
(Source: bryko)
Please get renewed. Please.
(Source: cthonical)
Inspired by Islamic tradition, Phillip Patterson is close to finishing a 2,400-page handwritten copy of the Bible begun in 2009
Is it strange that now I kind of want to do this?
Ok, first I want to get my handwriting back into shape, BUT THEN.
As a kid, I wanted desperately to be good at sports. This was not because I enjoyed playing them. I did not. It was because Id learned that physical education classes were key to my social survival. I knew my failure to make a basketball hit the backboard would have…
Money quote: “Calling the class ‘physical education’ was some sort of sick joke. The lesson I was learning about my physical body was that it was useless, inferior, and quite possibly infected with a cootie-like virus. We should have been learning about how complicated and capable our bodies were and how to make them healthier. Instead we were playing dodgeball.”
I have a lot of lingering feelings about gym class, ok?
FOLLOWERS.
Today is the day I made chicken that was neither too dry nor underdone. I have leveled up in cooking.
Artist Josh Gowdy mashes up two of my favorite dragon-loving characters. (via CBR)
Lost the ability to can. (And, uh, promptly pre-ordering.)
Whaaaat free audiobook of Eugene Onegin (James Falen’s translation) narrated by Stephen Fry.
Ok, maybe I am marginally more obsessed with Onegin than most of my followers, but whatever, free novel in verse!
Maple Bacon Muffins With Crumbled Bacon Glaze (via)
Ok, new plan for next weekend.
Husband animates joke about tortilla chips told by his drunk wife.
Pretty much the best thing I’ve ever seen in my life.
This is the cutest fucking thing I have ever seen in my whole ever.
I snorted.
I just ugly laughed.
Everyone should watch this.
The soundtrack to Baz Luhrmann’s film transplants Jazz Age sensibilities to the hip-hop era,
Ray Bradbury Classics Finally Coming as eBooks
Oh god, important news I somehow missed in April.