Lying and error are the same word for the Greeks, which is interesting. That is, “to be wrong” could have various causes: you wanted to lie, or you just didn’t know the truth, or you forgot, and those are all one concept. That interests me, the bundling together and looking at the situation from a point of view of consequences and not motivation.

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Anne Carson, from Gifts And Questions

(via thetinhouse)

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ourpresidents:

The Death of FDR
On April 12, 1945, Franklin D. Roosevelt, 63, President of the United States serving his fourth term, died of a cerebral hemorrhage in his cottage at the Georgia Warm Springs Foundation.
Vice President Harry S. Truman took the oath of office as President at 7:09 P.M., in the Cabinet Room in the White House. Chief Justice Harlan F. Stone of the Supreme Court administered the oath.
Shown here is the White House Stenographer’s Diary on the day of FDR’s death.
-from the FDR Library
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ourpresidents:

The Death of FDR

On April 12, 1945, Franklin D. Roosevelt, 63, President of the United States serving his fourth term, died of a cerebral hemorrhage in his cottage at the Georgia Warm Springs Foundation.

Vice President Harry S. Truman took the oath of office as President at 7:09 P.M., in the Cabinet Room in the White House. Chief Justice Harlan F. Stone of the Supreme Court administered the oath.

Shown here is the White House Stenographer’s Diary on the day of FDR’s death.

-from the FDR Library

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therepublicofstripes:

“Like most girls, my daughter hears, “That’s a pretty dress, did you pick it yourself?” or “What lovely hair you have,” or “You have the most amazing eyelashes,” or “I like the bows on your shoes,” or “You are so cute” almost every time somebody engages in conversation with her. If family, friends, shop assistants, complete strangers, and even Santa only remark on how girls look, rather than what they think and do, how can we expect girls to believe that they have anything more to offer the world than their beauty?”

How To Break The Ice With Little Girls That Doesn’t Involve Commenting On Their Appearance (via fundipp)

the other day, after having read this excerpt, i was hanging out with my friend and her two-year-old daughter.

when face-to-face with this little thing, i found myself with absolutely no idea what to say once i removed the possibility of commenting on her overalls (i’d totally wear them if they were in my size… they were black with white whales!). awkward though i am**, you’d think i’m intelligent enough to come up with something—anything—to say, but no. i just stared at her until one of her parents saved me.

maybe it was one of those “don’t touch the red button” situations, but regardless… this is serious business that even i was stymied by, once it was pointed out as being the default m.o.

try censoring yourself next time. just for fun. see if it’s an issue. it was for me.

[**psa: i’m hilariously uncomfortable around young children; i’d rather talk to your asshole 7th grader for hours than be left alone for onefuckingsecond with your baby. how am i supposed to know what to do with that thing until it’s reached the age of reason, or at least learned the names of all the colors?]

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OK, so this Goop essay contains some unanticipated real talk about insects and their exoskeletons versus the endoskeletons of us vertebrates (and how there was a time, millions of years ago, when a dragonfly’s wing measured three feet across, leading to a Russian theory about the creation of insects being a failed attempt by nature to evolve a higher form of consciousness).

i never get what i’m supposed to out of articles.

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MARCH 25, 2014

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fuckinghomepage:

IT’S FUCKING TUESDAY. DID YOU KNOW THE EIFFEL TOWER WAS ORIGINALLY MEANT FOR BARCELONA BUT WAS REJECTED BY THE CITY?

TIP OF THE FUCKING DAY: 

YOU ARE NOT PERFECT, BUT THAT DOESN’T MEAN YOU SHOULDN’T TRY TO BE.

PERSON OF THE FUCKING DAY:

HE WAS A MASTER SERGEANT IN THE AIR FORCE, A FANTASTIC PAINTER, AND A MAN WITH A GROOVY-ASS FRO. more»

EDUCATE YOUR IGNORANT ASS:

LIGHTNING WILL FUCK YOU UP. more»

FUCKING MIND-BLOWING BOOK OF THE DAY:

STARTING A BUSINESS IS A BITCH, BUT IT CAN BE TOTALLY WORTH IT. more»

USEFUL SHIT OF THE GODDAMN DAY:

PISS YOUR NEIGHBORS OFF SOMETHING FIERCE. more»

WEBSITE OF THE FUCKING DAY:

WHEN YOU ARE IN THE MOOD FOR A GOOD FUCKING CRY. more»

AWESOME-AS-SHIT VIDEO OF THE DAY: 

15 COMMON-ASS MISCONCEPTIONS. more»

SWEET-ASS PICTURE OF THE DAY:

A SNOWY FUCKING ITALY. more»

Queen-Anne’s Lace

BY WILLIAM CARLOS WILLIAMS

Her body is not so white as
anemony petals nor so smooth—nor
so remote a thing. It is a field
of the wild carrot taking
the field by force; the grass
does not raise above it.
Here is no question of whiteness,
white as can be, with a purple mole
at the center of each flower.
Each flower is a hand’s span
of her whiteness. Wherever
his hand has lain there is
a tiny purple blemish. Each part
is a blossom under his touch
to which the fibres of her being
stem one by one, each to its end,
until the whole field is a
white desire, empty, a single stem,
a cluster, flower by flower,
a pious wish to whiteness gone over—
or nothing.