Monday, Feb 1st, 2010 ↓
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Saturday, Dec 12th, 2009 ↓

WANT: Portable Nintendo 64

chcameron:

Another amazing feat of engineering, but this one is about 12 years too late.

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Robin Lopez Loses Temper, Shatters Glass Door

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The Decade According to 9-Year-Olds

chcameron:

These kids born in 2000 are asked questions like, “Who is the most famous celebrity?” (to which one answers Michael Jackson, and another says the Jonas Brothers) and are asked to identify the sound of a dial-up modem (spoiler: they have no idea).

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“When we honestly ask ourselves which person in our lives mean the most to us, we often find that it is those who, instead of giving advice, solutions, or cures, have chosen rather to share our pain and touch our wounds with a warm and tender hand. The friend who can be silent with us in a moment of despair or confusion, who can stay with us in an hour of grief and bereavement, who can tolerate not knowing, not curing, not healing and face with us the reality of our powerlessness, that is a friend who cares.”

—Henri J. M. Nouwen (via thechosenwords) (via happythings) (via rainbowskyline)

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Friday, Dec 11th, 2009 ↓
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black-and-white:
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toiplusmoi:

If I only have one great achievement in my life, I hope it will be to modify the chapel bells at OBU so they play Highway to Hell.

I wish you only success.

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“‘My life is very monotonous,’ [the fox] said. ‘I hunt chickens; men hunt me. All chickens are just alike, and all the men are just alike. And in consequence, I am a little bored. But if you tame me, it will be as if the sun came to shine on my life. I shall know the sound of a step that will be different from all the others. Other steps send me hurrying back underneath the ground. Yours will call me, like music out of my burrow. And then look: you see the grain-fields down yonder? I do not eat bread. Wheat is of no use to me. The wheat fields have nothing to say to me. And that is sad. But you have hair that is the color of gold. Think how wonderful that will be when you have tamed me! The grain, which is also golden, will bring me back the thought of you. And I shall love to listen to the wind in the wheat.’”

the little prince. (via toiplusmoi)

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“Two rules to success in life. 1. Don’t tell people everything you know.”

—Anonymous (via kendalllouise) (via nihilnoetia) (via furchesl)

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Monday, Dec 7th, 2009 ↓

“I already accepted that I relate to nothing. The more I gain the more lonely it is… I know I’m like a ghost.”

—Daul Kim (via jessicachu) (via furchesl)

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