February 2012
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To Begin Again: My 28 Days In Rehab Excerpt
chicagoirl:
- As seen first at In Our Words -
At that moment, I felt like Winona Ryder in Girl, Interrupted, timid and in over my head, overwhelmed by a world I didn’t understand. This new person looked harmless, younger than me. That made it disappointing when he gave up and left 3 days later.
As I would find out, I was the oldest in this group of people, which baffled me.
It took me 6 years...
work to be done
I submit. I accept defeat. I have struggled and lost. I will sit and feel the thumping of my chest, the heat flushing over my face and the tremble in my furrowing brow. The shadows of self-deprecation stretch long and pale any nearby light. I am a product of so many generations repeating a cycle that seems impenetrable to time. My father told me that humans become most dangerous when they lose...
If I take a lamp and shine it toward the wall,
a bright spot will appear on the wall. The lamp is our search for truth… for understanding. Too often, we assume that the light on the wall is God, but the light is not the goal of the search, it is the result of the search. The more intense the search, the brighter the light on the wall. The brighter the light on the wall, the greater the sense of revelation upon seeing it. Similarly,...
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“Your head’s like mine, like all our heads; big enough to contain every god and...”
– Grant Morrison- The Invisibles Vol.1: Revolution (via whatjanethinks)
how we teach to devour one another
Part of one of my classes currently includes a discussion board where we are asked some fairly intimate questions. My peers answer very honestly and I am constantly surprised and privileged to read what they reveal. This was this weeks question:
Think of an example of an incident when you felt you were treated unfairly because of a group membership. Share that experience and how it impacted you....
When you wake up at 6AM
to be on time for that 8AM class and it has been cancelled. At least it is a pretty day.
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WatchTaking a break from the homework for some song healin. Samson, as usual, does back-up vocals even though we are still in contract negotiations and as it turns out orange isn’t even his real hair color. I am also going hoarse from initially singing And I Am Telling You. This is what Sunday night looks like.
“I don’t think that I’ve been in love as such
although I liked a few folk pretty...”
– “Dark Sonnet” by Neil Gaiman (via lostsomething)
arteffect:
Glen Hansard & Markéta Irglová -...
Tonights case of the 2AM no sleeping monster...
- old episodes of Fringe
- a pile of cheesy colby nachos
- girl scout cookies
- milkshake
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The Dog by Aracelis Girmay
bearicade:
Yes. I will watch your dog
while you are away in Antarctica & Belarus.
It will be my pleasure to take him out
into the morning & into the night grown
thick as wild crop after rain. Probably,
he will love it, but will miss you with his face
at the window near the door he last saw you leave from.
He will sleep there, waiting, night after night,
as my own Lola does when I am...
Watchloveontopknot:
A short Valentine’s Day mashup (sorta) song from Joe and me. Don’t mind any of the hiccups.
Happy Valentine’s Day!
Watchchicagobusiness:
From Chicagoist —
The folks at the Big Map Blog have taken a 1908 map of Chicago’s elevated railroads and boulevard system and coded it so you can zoom in on the detail the original cartographers put into creating the maps.
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Mashing up songs on the fly via ukulele
singing songs and harmonizing = better then traveling in the cold or hanging out on grindr
“Stories, like people and butterflies and songbirds’ eggs and human hearts and...”
– Neil Gaiman, Fragile Things (via snape-in-the-tardis)
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“Hello, babies. Welcome to Earth. It’s hot in the summer and cold in the winter....”
– Kurt Vonnegut (via quotesman)
