Love of the Common Zan

May 23

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In case you missed it on Instagram, here is the caterpillar I found that looks like Albert Einstein. (via zanmcquade on Instagram)

In case you missed it on Instagram, here is the caterpillar I found that looks like Albert Einstein. (via zanmcquade on Instagram)

allthingseurope: Parnu, Estonia (by kalleahtola) Don’t I know it. And love it.

allthingseurope:

Parnu, Estonia (by kalleahtola)

Don’t I know it. And love it.

(via danielleh)

May 21

“Paul C****? Who is Paul C****?”
“Could it be that guy we met in the airport?”
“Yes! Beardy guy from Kentucky!”
“…”
“Mike E*****?”
“The wood guy?”
“Yes! Hmm. Sean? Sean. That’s all it says… Sea….SUBWAY SEAN!”

Listening to J transfer his accounts to his new phone is the best and strangest window into his world.

May 20

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May 16

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I wanted to be her so bad.

I wanted to be her so bad.

(Source: varonliar, via plpv3)

May 14

A List of Things I Meant Note in Charley and Edie Harper’s House (But Didn’t) What radio station the little boombox was tuned to in Charley’s studio.  What books had bookmarks in them and where. And why. What they kept on their bedside tables. What the ceilings were made of. How they cleaned the tops of their windows. Where Edie preferred to sit: outside or in; upstairs or down. A List of Things I Did Note The bits of shell and rock and wood collected in a planter near the doorway. The rubber waders and fishing net, empty and unused, leaned up against the rear of the house. The plants and tools resting on a wooden shelf out back, tools for poking in the dirt, excavating. The look on Edie’s face in her portrait hung next to Charley’s in the downstairs gallery: knowing, confident, appreciating, discerning. The glass ornaments strung from every window: ladybugs, birds. The lids to ice cream pots used by Charley for paint palettes. The sketches of cardinals on tracing paper pinned to the underside of his shelves. The cushioned bench next to the window within arm’s reach of the desk in the studio; how easy the window looked to open and let the breeze in. The low branches visible just outside, good for watching how birds flew, and perched, and landed. The framed reminder above the stairs to his studio basement: “Be Sloppy.” (It was J who pointed out the one below it, the one we presumed was Edie’s reminder: “You Are.”) (From this. Predictably.)

A List of Things I Meant Note in Charley and Edie Harper’s House (But Didn’t)

  1. What radio station the little boombox was tuned to in Charley’s studio. 
  2. What books had bookmarks in them and where. And why.
  3. What they kept on their bedside tables.
  4. What the ceilings were made of. How they cleaned the tops of their windows.
  5. Where Edie preferred to sit: outside or in; upstairs or down.

A List of Things I Did Note

  1. The bits of shell and rock and wood collected in a planter near the doorway.
  2. The rubber waders and fishing net, empty and unused, leaned up against the rear of the house.
  3. The plants and tools resting on a wooden shelf out back, tools for poking in the dirt, excavating.
  4. The look on Edie’s face in her portrait hung next to Charley’s in the downstairs gallery: knowing, confident, appreciating, discerning.
  5. The glass ornaments strung from every window: ladybugs, birds.
  6. The lids to ice cream pots used by Charley for paint palettes.
  7. The sketches of cardinals on tracing paper pinned to the underside of his shelves.
  8. The cushioned bench next to the window within arm’s reach of the desk in the studio; how easy the window looked to open and let the breeze in.
  9. The low branches visible just outside, good for watching how birds flew, and perched, and landed.
  10. The framed reminder above the stairs to his studio basement: “Be Sloppy.” (It was J who pointed out the one below it, the one we presumed was Edie’s reminder: “You Are.”)

(From this. Predictably.)

May 09

Kevin is right, as usual. My teen agrees. It was almost like a grand public art project, or a new kind of spirituality. A cheerful, willing confrontation of the self.

Kevin is right, as usual. My teen agrees.

It was almost like a grand public art project, or a new kind of spirituality. A cheerful, willing confrontation of the self.

(Source: animatedtext, via blatantlyben)

May 08

Platypus

badkidsjokes:

what did the doctor say to the platypus?

sir you are in quite a pickle

This is currently the Tumblr that cheers me up like no other.