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Limited edition #MrChiPig #SNFU #skateboard (only 50* made). Think he likes it?? (cc: @krucoff) (at Pub 340)

[*Corrected. I originally thought only 5 were made, but that’s how many Chi has to give out himself. 50 were made in total. Holla at me in my ask box if that’s something you need in your life badly enough to require details on where it can be purchased.]

wilwheaton:

Somebody made this, and now I have something in both of my eyes.

(via The Wisdom of Wil - Imgur)

dear-photograph:

Dear Photograph,
Vancouver Canucks forward Alex Burrows makes his way to the ice at Bridgestone Arena in Nashville. The original photograph was taken two years ago, while we shot this during a road trip on April 15th, 2013.
-Vancouver Canucks

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newspeedwayboogie:

“At this point in my life in addition to writing about movies, I may write about what it’s like to cope with health challenges and the limitations they can force upon you. It really stinks that the cancer has returned and that I have spent too many days in the hospital. So on bad days I may write about the vulnerability that accompanies illness. On good days, I may wax ecstatic about a movie so good it transports me beyond illness.”

I love the Van Gogh quote that Ebert used to close the Salon piece I just linked, entitled “I Do Not Fear Death”:

“Looking at the stars always makes me dream, as simply as I dream over the black dots representing towns and villages on a map.

Why, I ask myself, shouldn’t the shining dots of the sky be as accessible as the black dots on the map of France? Just as we take a train to get to Tarascon or Rouen, we take death to reach a star. We cannot get to a star while we are alive any more than we can take the train when we are dead. So to me it seems possible that cholera, tuberculosis and cancer are the celestial means of locomotion. Just as steamboats, buses and railways are the terrestrial means.

To die quietly of old age would be to go there on foot.”

Have a safe trip, Roger. 

(Source: vastandgrand)

amandaonwriting:

Literary Birthday - 31 March

Happy Birthday, John Fowles, born 31 March 1926, died 5 November 2005

Top 12 John Fowles Quotes

1. There are only two races on this planet - the intelligent and the stupid.
2. There comes a time in each life like a point of fulcrum. At that time you must accept yourself. It is not any more what you will become. It is what you are and always will be.
3. The most important questions in life can never be answered by anyone except oneself.
4. We all write poems; it is simply that poets are the ones who write in words.
5. You may think novelists always have fixed plans to which they work, so that the future predicted by Chapter One is always inexorably the actuality of Chapter Thirteen. But novelists write for countless different reasons: for money, for fame, for reviewers, for parents, for friends, for loved ones; for vanity, for pride, for curiosity, for amusement: as skilled furniture makers enjoy making furniture, as drunkards like drinking, as judges like judging, as Sicilians like emptying a shotgun into an enemy’s back. I could fill a book with reasons, and they would all be true, though not true of all. Only one same reason is shared by all of us: we wish to create worlds as real as, but other than the world that is. Or was. This is why we cannot plan. We know a world is an organism, not a machine.
6. There are many reasons why novelists write, but they all have one thing in common - a need to create an alternative world.
7. That was the tragedy. Not that one man had the courage to be evil. But that millions had not the courage to be good.
8. Wealth is a monster. It takes a month to learn to control it financially. And many years to learn to control it psychologically.
9. I think all the arts draw on a nostalgia or longing for a better world—at root a better metaphysical condition—than the one that is. Self-destructive, I don’t know, but certainly we are all victims of some form of manic depression. That is the price of being what we are. I would never choose—even if I could!—to be a more “normal” human being; I would never choose something without that emotional cost, severe though it can become.
10. Writing novels is a time-consuming, psyche-consuming business. I mean I don’t think a good teacher actually would be likely to write good novels.
11. What interests me about novelists as a species is the obsessiveness of the activity, the fact that novelists have to go on writing. I think that probably must come from a sense of the irrecoverable. In every novelist’s life there is some more acute sense of loss than with other people, and I suppose I must have felt that. I didn’t realize it, I suppose, till the last ten or fifteen years. In fact you have to write novels to begin to understand this. There’s a kind of backwardness in the novel…an attempt to get back to a lost world.
12. If a novelist isn’t in exile I suspect he’d be in trouble.

Fowles was an English novelist influenced by both Jean-Paul Sartre and Albert Camus. He is best known for The Magus and The French Lieutenant’s Woman. Fowles was named by The Times newspaper as one of the 50 greatest British writers since 1945.

Source for Image

by Amanda Patterson for Writers Write

bbook:

Young Bill Clinton and his sax

WE DID IT

I have ladyfeelings, kidfeelings and moustachefeelings happening all at once, because I am an overstuffed, hastily rolled burrito laden with tasty issues.

(Source: spaceghostzombie)