Cursing can provide effective, short-term pain relief say researchers, but not if over-used: the effect is much greater for people who do not make a habit of it. Richard Stephens and Claudia Umland from the School of Psychology at the University of Keele in the UK, report findings that shed new light on the use of swearing as a response to pain in the 14 November online issue of The Journal of Pain…
Along with jazz and speakeasies, the 1920s were also the heyday of the American carousel. […] Even as fancy carousels go, Jane’s is especially elaborate, with hand-carved horses and detail work in platinumand gold leaf. The architect Jean Nouvel designed the acrylic box that shields riders from the elements and admits sunshine, creating a winter-garden effect when it’s cold, with views of the bridges, Manhattan and the traffic on the water.
n. the exhilarating dread of finally pursuing a lifelong dream, which requires you to put your true abilities out there to be tested on the open savannah, no longer protected inside the terrarium of hopes and delusions that you created in kindergarten and kept sealed as long as you could, only to break in case of emergency.
“Oh, the glamour of youth! Oh, the fire of it, more dazzling than the flames of the burning ship, throwing a magic light on the wide earth, leaping audaciously to the sky, presently to be quenched by time, more cruel, more pitiless, more bitter than the sea—and like the flames of the burning ship surrounded by impenetrable night.”—Joseph Conrad | Heart of Darkness and Selected Short Fiction | “Youth” | p. 27 (via random-utterances)
If this bed were a horse we’d say it was sway-backed. If a bike wheel, taco’d. Instead we say that the bed is fucked.
“It’s like a hammock.”
“A chain-link hammock.”
“Please buy a new one.”
If this bed were a horse I’d put it out to pasture amongst the sway grass, where mattresses lay spread out and grazing like bent white tombstones.
“Remember when we bought it? We were stoned and wandering around the Furniture Barn, trying out all the mattresses.”
One of us laughs loud enough that my bad ear buzzes. “–And then we pretended to fuck on one of them and the saleslady almost kicked us out.”
I remember the saleslady. She looked like a retired elementary school teacher who’d found second life inside the specifications of mattress designs. She knew coil resistance and firm to soft gradients. There were a lot of other things worth knowing beside mattress things. I felt bad for the saleslady and then felt bad for feeling bad for her.
But like these physicists I read about who will probably win the Nobel prize. They’ve discovered that the universe is expanding at an infinitely more rapid rate, all the time.
If this bed were a horse, it’d be alone in a prairie that was pulling itself further and further away from its center, a prairie expanding with sway grass flying fast over the lip of a disappearing nothing.
“Yes, but I can’t talk about it.”
In this fucked bed, it’s hard not to roll against one another unless one person sits up on the edge.
“I never forgave you for that.”
“I know,” I say. I know. But don’t you see, I want to say. Seattle too, in time and in space, runs itself away from us. Those Noble physicists, don’t you see? They’ve made forgiveness a universal fact.
I don’t say any of this, though. It’s beyond that point. This bed is fucked, and if this bed were a horse, this would be our last gallop. Then there’s the goodbye, the sunset over a prairie where two people stand still as white tombstones while accelerating further and further apart.
You may lose friends this week. You’ll walk back over the empty lawn looking for them, “Now where’d I leave those friends?” Strewn about the dirty trampled grass are gorilla costumes, glitterati, broken beer kegs, balloon shreds and birthday suits, but nary a friend in sight. They’ve unnervingly…
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Neptune’s orbit has the most constantly changing rotation in our solar system. If Neptune is your favorite planet, you’re being pulled in too many different directions. You have an overflow of interests, you overachieving nut bag. There’s no need to be class president and captain of the volleyball team and a nationally-ranked debater and a classical flutist. Just pick one and get some sleep like the rest of us. Neptune’s orbits are stressing you out, man. You wish you could just be a dancer, but your strict father wants you to go to medical school!!! …And that’s what you missed on Glee.