Love of the Common Zan
In case you missed it on Instagram, here is the caterpillar I found that looks like Albert Einstein. (via zanmcquade on Instagram)
Parnu, Estonia (by kalleahtola)
Don’t I know it. And love it.
“Paul C****? Who is Paul C****?”
“Could it be that guy we met in the airport?”
“Yes! Beardy guy from Kentucky!”
“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.
I wanted to be her so bad.
(Source: varonliar, via plpv3)
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.)
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)
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.