For some reason, this was the first thing that made me lol this morning. Gosh, I love sharks.
Everything is better with a bit of lime
(via thebackwardsahead)
MIT students play Tetris on the side of the Green Building.
(Photos/more video.)
How flippin’ cool!
I thought I understood it, that I could grasp it.
But I didn’t, not really.
Only the smudgeness of it;
The pink-slippered, all-containered, semi-precious eagerness of it.
I didn’t realize it would sometimes be more than whole,
That the wholeness was a rather luxurious idea.
Because it’s the halves that halve you in half.
I didn’t know, don’t know, about the in-between bits;
the gory bits of you, and the gory bits of me.
Libraries, love them!
(Source: collectingforourdreamhome, via thebackwardsahead)
Gimme some proof!
Writing in the science magazine Discover, Corey S. Powell says, “There’s an old joke: If you tell someone the universe is expanding, he’ll believe you. If you tell him there’s wet paint on the park bench, he’ll want to touch it to make sure.” In accordance with the astrological omens, I invite you to rebel against this theory. I think it’s quite important for you to demand as much proof for big, faraway claims as for those that are close at hand. Don’t trust anyone’s assertions just because they sound lofty or elegant. Put them to the test.
Passing tests doesn’t begin to compare with searching and inquiring and pursuing topics that engage us and excite us. That’s far more significant than passing tests and, in fact, if that’s the kind of educational career you’re given the opportunity to pursue, you will remember what you discovered.
(Source: , via explore-blog)
What does your bookshelf say about you?
Since I can remember, I have always loved reading. Bookstores and the public library are among my favorite places to be in. Throughout the past couple of months and my years in school, I’ve kept books from classes I’ve enjoyed and bought a number from bookstores. Looking at them now, sitting on my shelves, I’m not quite sure what they say about me. I have everything from a trilogy of vignettes from Galeano to Anna Karenina to Plato to Toni Morrison, Edith Wharton, Fitzgerald, to Nicholls’ “One Day,” Coelho, Twilight. I’ve got books on Spain and the Spanish dictionary, issues of National Geographic and the New Yorker. The Sartorialist, sitting next to George RR Martin’s Game of Thrones, with my Kindle set atop the box set. I can’t even begin to think of what the bookshelf I have in my room in Hawaii looks like.
What kind of books sit on your shelves?
I found this book at Powell’s yesterday and was immediately captured by the idea. Why not start my own “Project Happiness?” Amidst all the disquieting questions I’ve had the past couple of months, this might be a fun journey to embark upon and, on occasion, write about.
**Please don’t misunderstand my recent posts. I am in no way unhappy. I’m just… looking, constantly looking to fill my life to the fullest.
