Willpower is Overrated

Jennifer Lawrence’s photo-bomb. God, I love her.

Sun, 12 May 2013 02:40:15 -0400

Jennifer Lawrence’s photo-bomb.

God, I love her.

Ryan Gosling won’t eat his cereal! I can’t stop...

Sat, 11 May 2013 01:04:57 -0400

Ryan Gosling won’t eat his cereal!

I can’t stop laughing.

Hyperbole and a Half: Depression Part Two

Thu, 09 May 2013 11:50:11 -0400

Hyperbole and a Half: Depression Part Two:

Hyperbole and a Half is back! Her post about depression was really eye-opening and wonderful.

Janelle Monae - Q.U.E.E.N. featuring Erykah Badu Flawless. I...

Mon, 06 May 2013 14:30:50 -0400

Janelle Monae - Q.U.E.E.N. featuring Erykah Badu

Flawless. I love everything about this

Cosmarxpolitan, Issue 5 My new favorite Tumblr. More here.

Mon, 06 May 2013 05:16:06 -0400

Cosmarxpolitan, Issue 5

My new favorite Tumblr. More here.

First Listen: Music From Baz Luhrmann's Film 'The Great Gatsby' : NPR

Mon, 06 May 2013 04:56:00 -0400

First Listen: Music From Baz Luhrmann's Film 'The Great Gatsby' : NPR:

The soundtrack to The Great Gatsby, Baz Luhrmann’s latest high-end refurbishing of a lived-in classic, doesn’t try to re-imagine Jazz Age tunes in a modern context. Instead, it attempts to transplant the sensibility of the 1920s to the hip-hop era, with genre-busting collaborations overseen by Jay-Z.

I haven’t even read The Great Gatsby, which I think makes me the worst recently completed English major ever, but this music is fucking phenomenal. They managed to do Jazz Age without Jazz. Truly mind-blowing.

Twice - Little Dragon Achingly, hauntingly beautiful. The video...

Mon, 06 May 2013 04:53:54 -0400

Twice - Little Dragon

Achingly, hauntingly beautiful. The video is perfect.

Microwave French Toast in a Mug

Sat, 04 May 2013 02:21:34 -0400

Remember when I shared my recipe for easy microwave miso soup? Well this recipe for microwave french toast is almost as easy, and just as fast. Not as healthy, but probably more delicious. It’s a give and take, you know? Bonus: It’s better than the french toast I make on the stove. No, seriously. The coating gets distributed perfectly.

Ingredients:

a few slices of bread (I used 3 slices, because my bread was very small, but if your bread is normal-sized you will probably only need 2)

1 egg

3 Tablespoons milk (of any kind - I used almond)

cinnamon, to taste

a few drops vanilla extract

Instructions:

1. Cut bread into small cubes. Set aside.

2. In a small bowl, whisk together egg, milk, cinnamon, and vanilla.

3. Pour bread cubes into the bowl of coating. Stir around until all the bread is coated. (Or, if you’re as lazy as I am, put it all in tupperware, add the lid, and shake it for a few seconds)

4. Spoon the bread into a mug. Squish it down til it fits. Be careful not to pour the excess coating on top - it will pool in the bottom of the mug and create a kind of weird, sweet omelet.

5. Microwave on high for a few minutes. This is dependent on the microwave, but for me it took about two minutes. You will know it is done when you can push the bottom of the french toast mass to the side and see that it is stuck together with cooked egg.

6. Top with syrup and devour. My experience is that the syrup will saturate the top and pool in the bottom - it is the middle that you will have to pour syrup on mid-meal. Ah well. Not exactly a hardship.

Mmf, I made this twice today.

Recipe adapted from here.

"We can go anywhere at any time in the universe! But it’ll probably be London during the Blitz."

Tue, 30 Apr 2013 02:38:15 -0400

“We can go anywhere at any time in the universe! But it’ll probably be London during the Blitz.”

- Community, parodying Doctor Who.

So spot-on.

coketalk: Billie Jean Got Lucky - Daft Punk vs Michael...

Thu, 25 Apr 2013 04:14:58 -0400

coketalk:

Billie Jean Got Lucky - Daft Punk vs Michael Jackson

I wanted this to be too much, but it works. I dig it. Academically.

Love this.

Cute!

Sat, 20 Apr 2013 04:51:42 -0400

Cute!

Fuuuckkkkk. This universe we live in is amazing, y’all.

Thu, 18 Apr 2013 17:47:00 -0400

Fuuuckkkkk.

This universe we live in is amazing, y’all.

Photo

Wed, 17 Apr 2013 05:44:43 -0400

Video

Tue, 16 Apr 2013 03:05:11 -0400

Whatevermore. (so many Poe memes)

Tue, 09 Apr 2013 23:49:09 -0400

Whatevermore.

(so many Poe memes)

Photo

Sat, 06 Apr 2013 15:27:00 -0400

The Lion King in 3D! (The perfect internet mix of...

Sun, 31 Mar 2013 02:39:30 -0400

The Lion King in 3D!

(The perfect internet mix of wtf-did-I-just-watch and hilariousness)

Photo

Thu, 28 Mar 2013 17:53:28 -0400

Lot's Wife by Gary J. Whitehead

Thu, 28 Mar 2013 05:03:19 -0400

Sometime soon after the embers cooled,
after dust clouds settled, after the last strings
of smoke, hoisted by desert breezes, cleared the air,

they must have come, people of those three cities
remaining, to pick among the charred bones,
the rubble of what was once temple and house,

stable and brothel; to kick at stones; to tug
at handles of buckets, blades of shovels and spades.
Later, raising ash plumes in the scorched plain,

cloths at their mouths and noses, eyes burning,
neither fearful nor repentant but full of wonder,
full of the scavenger’s overabundant hope,

they would have found her—even as now
some men encounter the woman of their dreams
(beauty of the movie screen, princess they capture

with a camera’s flash, girl whose finger brushes theirs
when she takes their card at the market register)—
found her, that is, not as the person she was

but as whom they needed her to be, and, man or woman,
each of them would have wanted a piece of her.
Standing in that wasted landscape,

she must have seemed a statue erected there
as a tribute to human frailty, white, crystallized,
her head turned back as if in longing to be the girl

she had been in the city she had known.
And they must have stood there, as we do,
a bit awestruck, taking her in for a time,

and then, with chisel and knife, spike and buckle,
chipped at her violently and stuffed their leathern
pouches full of her common salt, salt with which

to season for a while their meat, their daily bread.

Praise Song to Stone: For My Father by Qwo-Li Driskill

Mon, 25 Mar 2013 06:05:29 -0400

Praise sternum

cracked like mica after

truck’s impact

Praise teeth in

lower jaw sheared clean as

marble rushing

down his throat

Praise ghosts watching from

behind granite graves across

the street at the Rosebud Cemetery

Praise body arched like

sandstone illuminated by

headlights as it flashes through air

before landing on the other side

Praise dust that surges

as he hits earth

scatters like crows and disappears

quick as the car’s driver

into the pre-dawn

dark

Praise the crack of vertebrae as it slips

like a fault line

the schism of spine that cleaves

like feldspar

Flecks of shale that glint like witness

embedded in his side

Praise the cleavage of ribs

jagged as a saw

as they pierce through lung tissue

Praise the lungs

Praise the ghost who leans over his

body gentle as breeze through muslin curtain

shouts through gurgle of jugular Go away. This graveyard is full.

Praise the dead

Praise blood

slow as lava

beating from skull

onto the road’s shoulder

Praise gravel

warm and full as

a mosquito

Praise the blood

Praise the quartz crystal

in the man’s cell phone

who stopped his car

dialed 9-1-1

covered my father with a blanket

Praise the diamond

the size of a tear

on the wedding band of

the doctor who declared

He might live

even after the machines

confessed there was no brain activity

Praise mercy

Praise the heart of red jasper

that stopped beating

and beat again

that stopped beating

and beat again

inside the helicopter

as it buzzed over the valley

Praise diamond edge

of the scalpel as it

slices skin like silk

to fit bone back inside

right arm

Praise the bone

Praise the arm

Praise the ghosts of children

who played hopscotch

on the beige tiles of intensive care room

who laughed because of impossibility

And praise the living

Praise the living

This marvel of bone

revelation of marrow

awe of skin that knits

itself back together

Praise this miracle of the quick and the dead