youngmanhattanite:

Like deconstructing cops and reading Derrida…ON THE MOON.

thenotes:

Fucked Up /// “Queen Of Hearts” /// David Comes To Life

Don’t let the lyrics fool you; this song is actually about guitars.

Oh man does Unborn Whiskey ever like this.

mumblelard:

just the right bite or biting is excellent it is like kissing only there is a winner

When I got back to the ice cream factory after dropping Fallie off at beekeeping camp, I found an ice cold Red Rock Golden Ginger Ale sitting on my desk courtesy of Lync, my coworker and fellow snack industry mercenary. Sometimes it’s good to be a gangster.

It’s true. Unborn Whiskey liked this.

nevver:

The Great Gatsby, Chapter One, [excerpt] F. Scott Fitzgerald

youngmanhattanite:

Noun - “Holy Hell”

Marissa Paternoster deserves your worship.

precis:

“Blue Rondo À la Turk” — The Dave Brubeck Quartet

heartbeatcity:

i ate a peach
it didn’t last
forever, so
this place cannot be heaven.

summerofmegadeth:

Dead at the tender age of four. We still miss you, Tom.

gillianmae:

Not to get all William Safire on you guys, but I’m noticing some very misguided uses of the word “swagger.” Merriam-Webster tells me its “popularity” is on the rise, reaching the “red hot” zone, from what I can tell. I blame Shakespeare and Soulja Boy.

I’m adding it to my personal “Words We Don’t Say” list, because if the dude-itors can have one, so can chicks on Tumblr.

Also, here’s a link to the definitions. You’re welcome.

osmium:

I’ve worked in science and engineering in some way for most of my adult life. Different science types see their jobs in different ways. Here is how I see myself: It is my job to think of things a generation before they will become important or needed, and try to do a half-decent job of working through them.

I have a friend from college who became a doctor. Some time after my grad school and his medical school we were having a beer, catching up, and I asked him how things had been.

“I get to help a lot of people, and that’s good. When you’re first learning, in school, you make a lot of mistakes though. And when you make a mistake, someone could die.”

He had this faraway look saying that, and I felt jealous. When you’re a super-serious scientist like I am, you could talk yourself into a narrative of how important what you do is. Sure, you’re trying to save the world, but let’s not get carried away. Helping people, and dealing with life and death like a doctor does is something my job doesn’t involve. Compared to being a doctor, what I do is just not a big deal.

That doesn’t mean I can’t have opinions about how medicine treats people. But I should proceed with some humility. My first assumption about medicine is that if the people doing it are having some problems, there is very little chance that a tossed-off opinion of mine is going to set it all straight.