February 2012
19 posts
That moment when you finish a book, look around, and realize that everyone is just carrying on with their lives as though you didn’t just experience emotional trauma at the hands of a paperback.
“You want a physicist to speak at your funeral. You want the physicist to talk to...”
– Aaron Freeman “You Want A Physicist To Speak at your Funeral”
(source: npr)
I can’t stop crying.
(via everythinginthrees)
Not a bit of you is gone— you’re just less orderly.
(via qglas)
January 2012
8 posts
December 2011
9 posts
1 tag
Hey, Moon.
John Maus: A pretty song that makes me feel sad about missing friends.
“Hey moon,
If i was to fall, i won’t fall so deep Though i doubt i’m gonna You can wake me up if you wanna I would hate for you to hang there all alone the whole night through Hey moon, my old friend Hey moon, the night is coming to an end Hey moon, come back soon.”
November 2011
13 posts
what we gain from our labors under the sun
I spent about one hour working on a response to the horrifying Sandusky scandal, which led me to an inevitable evaluation of American academia. I’ll paraphrase, cuz it’s gone:
I once thought of myself as a teacher. I’m a (bad) comedian now, working _horrible_ rooms in the Language and Literature Building at ASU.
In my first year of trying this out, in Texas, 2001, I had a...
October 2011
14 posts
