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Some Passing Afternoon
There are things that drift away like our endless, numbered days
13 October 2032 @ 09:12 pm
28 November 2009 @ 02:55 pm
I will fight you.
You will lose.
Where's your compassion?
Nowhere you can get at it.
Doubt
You will lose.
Where's your compassion?
Nowhere you can get at it.
Doubt
27 November 2009 @ 06:18 pm
You want me to translate the German instructions for you?
No I'm sure they're pretty much the same as the English instructions.
Pssh. Typical American arrogance that got us involved in war we never should have been in. World War Two.
Well, fine. Do the German instructions say what this is supposed to do?
Deutsch. Let me see here... it is either an insense dispenser... or a, ceremonial sarcophagus.
Humph.
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My German is pre-Industrial and mostly religious.
The Office
No I'm sure they're pretty much the same as the English instructions.
Pssh. Typical American arrogance that got us involved in war we never should have been in. World War Two.
Well, fine. Do the German instructions say what this is supposed to do?
Deutsch. Let me see here... it is either an insense dispenser... or a, ceremonial sarcophagus.
Humph.
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My German is pre-Industrial and mostly religious.
The Office
27 November 2009 @ 06:15 pm
And sitting there, sea drifting in around them, Wolf had understood for the first time what kind of life he wanted to live with Faith. maybe they wouldn't rise up into the sky the way he'd thought, maybe the real thing was doing what his parent had done, pay the rent, read the paper, hell maybe that was the dare. To love--day in, day out. Just live. It felt like a revelation.
Invisible Circus | Jennifer Egan
Invisible Circus | Jennifer Egan
26 November 2009 @ 05:58 pm
25 November 2009 @ 11:56 pm
This is just too much. I mean, yesterday my life's like, "Uh oh, pop quiz." Today it's "rain of toads."
Buffy the Vampire Slayer
Buffy the Vampire Slayer
24 November 2009 @ 07:52 pm
Ok. You didn't maintain a hundred beats per minute. And the ambulance didn't arrive because no body called 911. So you lost 'em.
Ok. He's dead. Anyone know what we do next? Anybody? Rose?
I have no idea.
We bury him.
Wrong. Check for an organ donor card. If he has one we only have minutes to harvest.
He has no wallet, I checked.
He is an organ donor.
He is? Give me some ice in a Styrofoam bucket. We search for the organs! Where's the heart? The precious heart.
The Office
Ok. He's dead. Anyone know what we do next? Anybody? Rose?
I have no idea.
We bury him.
Wrong. Check for an organ donor card. If he has one we only have minutes to harvest.
He has no wallet, I checked.
He is an organ donor.
He is? Give me some ice in a Styrofoam bucket. We search for the organs! Where's the heart? The precious heart.
The Office
23 November 2009 @ 10:52 pm
The moon and the sun are eternal travelers. Even the years wander on. A lifetime adrift in a boat, or in old age leading a tired horse into the years, every day is a journey, and the journey itself is home. From the earliest times there have always been some who perished along the road. Still I have always been drawn by the windblown clouds into dreams of a lifetime of wandering.
Narrow Road to the Interior and Other Writings | Matsuo Basho translated by Sam Hamill
Narrow Road to the Interior and Other Writings | Matsuo Basho translated by Sam Hamill
22 November 2009 @ 02:08 pm
Hey, what happened?
Where were you guys? Do you know how long I’ve been waiting here?
Well we are here now, so let’s go.
Yes! Yes! Oh! I have so much joy in my heart! Right now! How do I look?
You look great.
You look great.
The Office
Where were you guys? Do you know how long I’ve been waiting here?
Well we are here now, so let’s go.
Yes! Yes! Oh! I have so much joy in my heart! Right now! How do I look?
You look great.
You look great.
The Office
21 November 2009 @ 11:00 am
20 November 2009 @ 11:29 pm
19 November 2009 @ 04:14 pm
The old woman remembered a swan she had bought many years ago in Shanghai for a foolish sum. This bird, boasted the market vendor, was once a duck that stretched its neck in hopes of becoming a goose, and now look!--it is too beautiful to eat.
Then the woman and the swan sailed across an ocean many thousands of li wide, stretching theirs necks toward America. On her journey she cooed to the swan: "In America I will have a daughter just like me. But over there nobody will say her worth is measured y the loudness of her husband's belch. Over there nobody will look down on her, because I will make her speak only perfect American English. And over there she will always be too full to swallow any sorrow! She will know my meaning, because I will give her this swan--a creature that became more than what was hoped for."
But when she arrived in the new country, the immigration officials pulled her swan away from her, leaving the woman fluttering her arms and with only one swan feather for a memory. And then she had to fill out so may forms she forgot why she had come and what she had left behind.
Now the woman was old. And she had a daughter who grew up speaking only English and swallowing more Coca-Cola than sorrow. For a long time now the woman had wanted to give her daughter the single swan feather and tell her, "This feather may look worthless, but it come from afar and carries with it all my good intentions." And she waited, year after year, for the day she could tell her daughter this in perfect American English.
The Joy Luck Club | Amy Tan
Then the woman and the swan sailed across an ocean many thousands of li wide, stretching theirs necks toward America. On her journey she cooed to the swan: "In America I will have a daughter just like me. But over there nobody will say her worth is measured y the loudness of her husband's belch. Over there nobody will look down on her, because I will make her speak only perfect American English. And over there she will always be too full to swallow any sorrow! She will know my meaning, because I will give her this swan--a creature that became more than what was hoped for."
But when she arrived in the new country, the immigration officials pulled her swan away from her, leaving the woman fluttering her arms and with only one swan feather for a memory. And then she had to fill out so may forms she forgot why she had come and what she had left behind.
Now the woman was old. And she had a daughter who grew up speaking only English and swallowing more Coca-Cola than sorrow. For a long time now the woman had wanted to give her daughter the single swan feather and tell her, "This feather may look worthless, but it come from afar and carries with it all my good intentions." And she waited, year after year, for the day she could tell her daughter this in perfect American English.
The Joy Luck Club | Amy Tan
18 November 2009 @ 08:43 pm
You were on the phone?
Long distance.
God?
London.
God lives in London?
My mother lives in London.
Your mother is God?
Lorelai.
So, God is a woman.
Lorelai.
And a relative. That's so cool. I'm totally going to ask her for favors.
Make her stop.
Oh, that I could.
Gilmore Girls
Long distance.
God?
London.
God lives in London?
My mother lives in London.
Your mother is God?
Lorelai.
So, God is a woman.
Lorelai.
And a relative. That's so cool. I'm totally going to ask her for favors.
Make her stop.
Oh, that I could.
Gilmore Girls
18 November 2009 @ 11:43 am
Guess what? I have flaws. What are they? Oh, I don't know, I sing in the shower? Sometimes I spend too much time volunteering. Occasionally I hit somebody with my car. So sue me. No don't sue me. That is opposite of the point I'm trying to make.
The Office
The Office
16 November 2009 @ 10:52 am
You are sure nobody's followin' us?
As I told you, it would be absolutely, totally, and in all other ways inconceivable. No one in Guilder knows what we've done, and no one in Florin could have gotten here so fast. Out of curiosity, why do you ask?
No reason. It's only... I just happened to look behind us and something is there.
What? Probably some local fisherman, out for a pleasure cruise, at night... in... eel-infested waters...
The Princess Bride
As I told you, it would be absolutely, totally, and in all other ways inconceivable. No one in Guilder knows what we've done, and no one in Florin could have gotten here so fast. Out of curiosity, why do you ask?
No reason. It's only... I just happened to look behind us and something is there.
What? Probably some local fisherman, out for a pleasure cruise, at night... in... eel-infested waters...
The Princess Bride
15 November 2009 @ 11:04 pm









