picking a route
me: "was it the intracoastal waterway where you guys hit the drawbridge?"
dad: [puts head on the table, laughing] "it wasn't a drawbridge, it was a railroad bridge. and, no, it wasn't the intracoastal waterway."
the captain: "you told her about that? i didn't want anyone to know about that."
Some would call them ‘verbose.’ I call them ‘engaged.’– The Captain, regarding his plethora of informational emails
fuck yeah history crushes →
as if the title weren’t explanation enough: To the men and women that stay up with you on those late, assiduous nights, coaxing you into an awe. They’ll sleep with you after you flip through the pages of their stories. They’ll never disappoint you or make you feel awkward. And let’s face it, you’ve already stalked their lives.
Nobody tells this to people who are beginners, I wish someone told me. All of us...– Ira Glass (via austinkleon)
Kickstarter - Easy Baby's vinyl single →
Sutyagin House, Archangel, Russia →
inspiration for the bathhouse in “spirited away.” <—not a fact, just a thought.
to shed some light on my upcoming sailing...
since age 14, approximately every-other year i’ve been going on what can be realistically described as ill-advised sailing adventures with two aging academics. though i’m prone to hyperbole, “ill-advised” is apt. all of the following have occurred while i, forever “the crew in training” or “c.i.t.,” have been aboard: running aground (multiple...
Edward Gorey’s The Object Lesson as animated by Matt McGee.
this is great. →
excerpt: Not having to do papers ever again is like walking around without pants ALL THE TIME. It’s awesome. Because you know what sucks? Staying up till 5am eating cigarettes ashes and coffee grinds, trying to decide if you can write 30 pages in 2 hours on ‘The Triangle Shirtwaist Factory Fire’s Impact On Globalization in the Time Of Cholera and Biology.’ Sparks Notes suck. Using footnotes...
I’ll catch a muskie bigger than you, bigger than me, bigger than god and...
peanut butter is an okay time.– my mother
How I'm Betting at This Year's Kentucky Derby -... →
I’ve always been a little bit envious of my mom’s ability to throw her money at horses because they had a funny name or because the jockey was wearing a color she adored. he might as well be talking about me.
i would like to make it known that if any of you are looking to win my heart, i accept gifts in the form of food and fine old stuff, especially jewelry. if that’s too broad, please feel free to peruse the tumblr or online store of erie basin, whose selections are particularly perfect nearly every time.
A Camera That Honors Old Virtues →
Does the Overbearing Presence of Hipsters Signify... →
i like this part of this article. Does this hipster era’s insistence on irony mean that our poetry movement would be completely insincere and thus not a true signifier of cultural change? I don’t think so, for two reasons. A) Irony isn’t anti-emotion. It’s simply a veil of detachment that actually lets people find a guarded way to say what they really think. B) I’m still not sold on apathy...
Remove Yourself →
jesse sawyer was right. this story is “a beautiful little thing.”