April 2012
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When I was a kid, probably around 5 or 6, my daddy took me to the doctor’s office for his mundane checkup. As the doctor was checking my daddy’s reflexes, he used the tomahawk rubber hammer and hit my his pressure point under the kneecap. At that very moment I ran to the doctor and slapped him on the arse screaming, “Don’t hit my daddy! (不要打我爸爸!)”
Flatter me, and I may not believe you. Criticize me, and I may not like you....
– William Arthur Ward
I don’t know what I’m searching for but I know I haven’t stopped looking.
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David Gallo - Underwater Astonishments
March 2012
You’re lucky you can drive to meet up with your friends; I have to get on a plane.
If people refuse to look at you in a new light and they can only see you for...
– Steve Maraboli, Life, the Truth, and Being Free
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Roger Ebert: Remaking My Voice
When film critic Roger Ebert lost his lower jaw to cancer, he lost the ability to eat and speak. But he did not lose his voice.
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Magnus Larsson: Turning Dunes into Architecture
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I’m almost never serious, and I’m always too serious. Too deep, too shallow. Too...
– Ferdinand von Schrubentaufft
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I have less and less to say everyday.
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I hate B pencils. They smudge and they’re ugly.
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Hey babe, 3 years and we are going to live together in L.A.
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