I would like to have 30 of those please. No not the big angry ones to the right, but the small adorable finger sized adorablenesses(Sorry Webster but this called for me to pull out the big guns). The only problem is that the little voice in my head is telling me that this thing might go all mogwai on my household. Fool me once Koala, fool me twice sugar glider…(looks at the little face once more) okay I give up, fool me thrice little monkey lemur thingy!
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You can change the direction this train is moving just by thinking about it.
I’m wondering if it just changes on its own off and on.
I am a bit loathe to admit that I am feeling incredibly powerful right now. #simpleminds
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"After learning my flight was detained 4 hours, I heard the announcement: If anyone in the vicinity of gate 4-A understands any Arabic, Please come to the gate immediately. Well—one pauses these days. Gate 4-A was my own gate. I went there. An older woman in full traditional Palestinian dress, Just like my grandma wore, was crumpled to the floor, wailing loudly. Help, said the flight service person. Talk to her. What is her Problem? we told her the flight was going to be four hours late and she Did this. I put my arm around her and spoke to her haltingly. Shu dow-a, shu- biduck habibti, stani stani schway, min fadlick, Sho bit se-wee? The minute she heard any words she knew—however poorly used— She stopped crying. She thought our flight had been canceled entirely. She needed to be in El Paso for some major medical treatment the Following day. I said no, no, we’re fine, you’ll get there, just late, Who is picking you up? Let’s call him and tell him. We called her son and I spoke with him in English. I told him I would stay with his mother till we got on the plane and Would ride next to her—Southwest. She talked to him. Then we called her other sons just for the fun of it. Then we called my dad and he and she spoke for a while in Arabic and Found out of course they had ten shared friends. Then I thought just for the heck of it why not call some Palestinian Poets I know and let them chat with her. This all took up about 2 hours. She was laughing a lot by then. Telling about her life. Answering Questions. She had pulled a sack of homemade mamool cookies—little powdered Sugar crumbly mounds stuffed with dates and nuts—out of her bag— And was offering them to all the women at the gate. To my amazement, not a single woman declined one. It was like a Sacrament. The traveler from Argentina, the traveler from California, The lovely woman from Laredo—we were all covered with the same Powdered sugar. And smiling. There are no better cookies. And then the airline broke out the free beverages from huge coolers— Non-alcoholic—and the two little girls for our flight, one African American, one Mexican American—ran around serving us all apple juice And lemonade and they were covered with powdered sugar too. And I noticed my new best friend—by now we were holding hands— Had a potted plant poking out of her bag, some medicinal thing, With green furry leaves. Such an old country traveling tradition. Always Carry a plant. Always stay rooted to somewhere. And I looked around that gate of late and weary ones and thought, This is the world I want to live in. The shared world. Not a single person in this gate—once the crying of confusion stopped —has seemed apprehensive about any other person. They took the cookies. I wanted to hug all those other women too. This can still happen anywhere. Not everything is lost."
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Naomi Shihab Nye (b. 1952), “Wandering Around an Albuquerque Airport Terminal.” I think this poem may be making the rounds, this week, but that’s as it should be. (via oliviacirce)
this poem is a Good Thing.
(via fralusans-ana-marein)
This is a beautiful testament for our ability to share. It doesn’t matter whether we are sharing a space, a story or just a moment. Background and culture should bring us together or be a non-factor rather than a hindrance which can often be the case. It’s often harder to see the similarities between us when they are so easily overshadowed by our differences.
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Trailer tomorrow.
WHAT THE HELL IS THIS
The is the first bit of TW that I have seen since season 2 ended and I am NOT. HAPPY! This is about to get ugly. I mean like the Boromir finding something shiny kind of ugly. (yeah, I went there…and then came back and then went there again) This goes out to you Jeff Davis #Stop
after a while i became convinced that the words were mocking me
Nothing happened.
I WAS PROMISED A BATTLE
*throws down gauntlet*
Edit: Went back. This is the best thing to happen to my dashboard ever.
Reblogging again because my followers need to see this. To be clear, rebog, go to your actual blog, then click the picture.
Oh it’s on bitches.
(via jeannelovell)
Reblog, click the picture, and prepare for battle.
“In response to Abercrombie & Fitch CEO Mike Jeffries not wanting “not so cool” kids or women who wear size large to wear his company’s clothes, Greg Karber has come up with a funny and creative way to readjust the Abercrombie & Fitch brand.
He’s giving their clothes to the homeless.
After scouring his local thrift shop’s “douchebag section,” Karber heads to LA’s Skid Row to dole out the clothes among the homeless population. Watch the stunt and find out how you can be involved in one man’s troll-job on a company with some pretty unflattering business practices in the video above.”
dude did that idea i thought of. too cool!
I was “lucky” enough to make it through the selection process during a group interview only to be told that all facial hair must be shaved prior to being hired. It’s safe to say that I had the best job ever by the following week running a dog daycare. Puppy play time always trumps demi-elitists with a penchant for poor lighting.
(P.S. I still own some of their sweats. I KNOW! I’m a monster…but they are so comfortable! Can I keep them so long as a I only lounge in them and promise to sneer at them each time that I put them on? Pwetty Pwease?
(via southemconstellations)
I’m a guy. I’m flamboyant, animated and outspoken. I’m a massive fanboy. I prefer to hang out with girls instead of guys. I watch Glee. I ship a lot of slash pairings, most of which are my OTPs. I find Misha Collins adorable. Oh, and guess what?
I’m straight. Shocking, huh?
And if you’ve got a problem with that…
This is the story of my life! I think that I have just met my alternate self. LoL You’re great. Keep it up!
Rant alert…
The Creative Process
Who needs a watch when this depicts my life perfectly.
(Source: arcaneimages, via southemconstellations)
Hi,
I know I don’t often blog or reblog, but I know some people check to see re my fictions, so here is what the hell has been happening in my life since Friday, I’ve put in a read more and hopefully it will work. All under the cut was written at the hospital on ipad so screw the grammar and the spelling…
Seriously this is very TMI and personal, feel free to skim and ignore but I really needed to vent a bit:
Hi Susan,
I must say that this is quite out of the ordinary for me.as I’m not particularly one to respond or comment. I must say that I have been with you since the early days of LDaN on AO3. Wait! Don’t rip into me yet! I have a point…somewhere…I think. Okay, you are perhaps(I say “perhaps” though I know it to be definitive) the only person to post daily.
It shocked me in the beginning to see that you had updated the very next day. Upon hitting the halfway mark I began to become a bit envious at the fact that I was stressed from updating monthly and you were putting out out a really good product! To keep a short long story short, I’d like to say that from reading your stories, author’s notes and even this post have given me a sense of who you are and I must admit that I have mentioned this great person that would post a chapter in time for me to read on my cell prior to starting a shift at 6AM. Rambling again, I know.
I just want to say that I have gone through something similar with my mother where I was forced to step up at an early age and getting THAT call is never an easy thing. We all travel different roads but it is how we “deal” when it comes down to that crucial moment that really tests our metal. I’m touched that you are all there for your mother but I know that it touches her heart to see that you are all watching out for one another. That in itself can take a world of stress off of her. My mom actually(strangely) called me the morning before she went to the hospital and we had a wonderful talk about looking after one another etc.
I had people telling me that at least it was easier on me since I’d known that her health had been in question since I was a child. These people were her peers and their parents were in their eighties. Sometimes it isn’t even worth the anger to deal with such things. Alas, i have ventured from my original statement and am lost in the woods only to find that the birds have eaten the bread trail.
To say what I should have said earlier. Take care of your mother and each other. Your stories will be there when you finish. Write if posting or blogging helps you to decompress. The important thing is to go forward without those “what if I had…” feelings.You’re doing a wonderful job there and I’m cheering for all of you.
p.s.
I don’t know if this helps any, but your post helped at least one person today. Count that as a win.
My thanks,
SG-Won (Crossing Over)
Seriously over the top personal
Ian’s video with Holland was positively perfect. It had this whole Christian Bale-esque (Yeah, I went for it.) quality to it. I was not disappointed and will not blather on for …in the event that I hadn’t bored you already. Enjoy!!!
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