Saturday, December 11, 2010

There are times in life when the fancy words and pretty actions don't count for much, when it's blood and dust and death and a cold wind blowing and a gun in the hand and you know suddenly you're just an animal with guts and blood that wants to live, love and mate, and die in your own good time.
- from Radigan by Louis L'Amour

Sunday, December 05, 2010

The British, recall, had some obsession with pigs, and Hawaiians never tired of providing them, often ceremoniously.
- from How "Natives Think by Marshall Sahlins

Apparently I find quotations about pigs hilarious.

Sunday, November 28, 2010

I suppose there must exist societies where food and excrement are not categorically opposed.
- from The Apotheosis of Captain Cook by Gananath Obeyesekere

Sunday, November 14, 2010

How can I tell if I might lose my memory later in life?

You can't know for sure. But you may be more at risk if you have high cholesterol, a family history of dementia, drink heavily, or participate in sports that involve multiple blows to the head.

- from Popular Science, October 2010

I don't think I even need to comment on this one.

Saturday, November 06, 2010

Gira Con Me
by Josh Groban

Il mondo gira con me questa notte
Picolli passi che faccio con te
Seguo il tuo cuore e seguo la luna
Cosi nascosta lontana da me
Il mondo gira con noi questa notte
Ahhhh, esistesse lontano da qui
Un posto dove scoprire il mio cuore
Sapere se lui puo' amare ti o no

E girera, e girera
Il cuore mio assieme a te
E girera il la terra
Girera la mia vita
E un giorno lui si si caprira

Sei tu che giri con me questa notte
Sei tu che giri lontana da qui
Ma si io so che tu sei la mia luna
Qualcosa mostri qualcosa no

Ci sono strade azzure nel cielo
Ci sono occhi e il cielo e gia li
Si questo credo cesiano le stelle
Ahhh, se potessi fermarmi cosi'

E girera, e girera
Il cuore mio lontan da te
E girera il ta terra
Girera la mio vita
E un giorno lui si si caprira

Cuore e gia lontano
Si tu sei la luna
Potessi scoprirlo nel cielo

E girera, e girera
Si girera il cuore mio
Girera il la terra
Girera la mia vita
Un giorno lui si si caprira
Un giorno lui si ti caprira

Tuesday, November 02, 2010

Fish culture had become a North American panacea.
- Joseph E. Taylor III

...really?

Thursday, October 28, 2010

May not historians ask, however, why it should be their task to spend long years disproving ideas thought up by sociologists in their baths? Do historians want to be the empirical foot soldiers commanded about by a bunch of sociological colonels?
- Peter Baldwin in Comparison and History

I laugh. :D

Friday, October 22, 2010

Each of the planet's cultures is a unique answer to the question of what it means to be human.
- Wade Davis

Wednesday, October 20, 2010

Hurrah for the law of Supply and Demand,
That regulates everything in the land,
The rate of wages, the price of stocks,
And the size of the Vanderbilt pile of "rocks."

It keeps in subjection the dull Labor hordes,
It fills up the chests of our great money lords,
And when for just reasons they're brought to a stand,
They've only to answer, "Supply and Demand."

- John McCormick

Should I stop posting labour poetry? ;)

Tuesday, October 19, 2010

I have yet to find the man, however exalted his station, who did not do better work and put forth greater effort under a spirit of approval than under a spirit of criticism.
- Charles Schwab

So mote it be. :P

Monday, October 18, 2010

Yonder he goes, with steady tread,
Toiling for his daily bread,
While the city is hushed,
Sleeves unrolled and cheeks health-flushed;
O! the strong mechanic!
The sinewy-armed mechanic!

- Mary A. Denison

Tuesday, October 12, 2010

The point of new historical investigation is to disrupt the notion of fixity, to discover the nature of the debate or repression that leads to the appearance of timeless permanence in binary gender representation.
- from "Gender: A Useful Category of Historical Analysis" by Joan Scott in American Historical Review

Friday, September 24, 2010

Compassion is the vice of queens, Mamma always says, and she thinks I should toughen up. She says that I let the dogs take advantage of me and hog the bed, when they should sleep on the floor, and that I give too much of my pocket money to beggars, and that if I am to get along in this world, I need to harden my heart.

Well, I don't want my heart to be hard, and even if I end up like Poppy, trying to drink my heart to death, or like Mamma, trying to work my heart to death, at least I will know that I have a heart and I used it honestly.

- from Flora Segunda by Ysabeau S. Wilce

Wednesday, September 22, 2010

Remember this, Monica? :D

New Frontier
by Aaron Pritchett

Wake up baby it's time to leave,
We've got plans and we've got dreams, we've got a long way to go.
Pack up all of your emotions, all your faith and devotion.
We're gonna need it this I know.
If you're at the edge of the past, our future's unfolding fast.
Baby, don't look back.

We're going to a new frontier, wide open without fear.
I'll walk this winding road with you into the great unknown.
We're going to a new frontier
Let's trust our love will lead us right where we belong.
Walk on.

I can't wait to get out of here,
The wind is up and the path is clear for the first time in my life.
Our destination don't concern me, more and more I'm longing.
It's the journey; it's the ride.
Everything is within our grasp,
If we have the courage to ask and we don't look back.

We're going to a new frontier, wide open without fear.
I'll walk this winding road with you into the great unknown.
We're going to a new frontier
Let's trust our love will lead us right where we belong.
And walk on.

I know there's no confusion where my heart is moving.
I know it's true, I know it's true.

We're going to a new frontier, wide open without fear.
I'll walk this winding road with you into the great unknown.
We're going to a new frontier
let's trust our love will lead us right where we belong.
And walk on.



Saturday, September 18, 2010

So their lives go round, year after year, decade after decade, in a ritualistic cycle of pig-raising, pig-slaughtering, dancing, feasting, and warring.
- from "Doing Environmental History" by Donald Worster, in Canadian Environmental History, ed. David Freeland Duke

How idyllic.
Born to Fly
by Sarah Evans

I've been telling my dreams to the scarecrow
About the places that I'd like to see
I say, "Friend do you think I'll ever get there?"
Oh, but he just stands there smilin' back at me
So I confessed my sins to the preacher
About the love I've been prayin' to find
Is there a brown-eyed boy in my future, yeah
And he says, "Girl, you've got nothin' but time."

But how do you wait for heaven?
And who has that much time?
And how do you keep your feet on the ground
When you know that you were born,
You were born to fly

My daddy he is grounded like the oak tree
My momma she is steady as the sun
Oh, you know I love my folks
But I keep starin' down the road
Just lookin' for my one chance to run
Hey, cause I will soar away like a blackbird
I will blow in the wind like a seed
I will plant my heart in the garden of my dreams
And I will grow up where I wander wild and free

Oh, how do you wait for heaven?
And who has that much time?
And how do you keep your feet on the ground
When you know, that you were born?
You were born, yeah, you were born to fly

So how do you wait for heaven?
And who has that much time?
And how do you keep your feet on the ground
When you know, that you were born
You were born to fly, yeah

You were born to fly, fly, fly, fly, hey
Ooo, Ooo, Ooo


;)

Thursday, August 26, 2010

To oppose something is to maintain it.

They say here "all roads lead to Mishnory." To be sure, if you turn your back on Mishnory and walk away from it, you are still on the Mishnory road. To oppose vulgarity is inevitably to be vulgar. You must go somewhere else; you must have another goal; then you walk a different road.

...

To be an atheist is to maintain God. His existence or his nonexistence, it amounts to much the same, on the plane of proof. Thus
proof is a word not often used among the Handdarata, who have chosen not to treat God as a fact, subject either to proof or to belief: and they have broken the circle, and go free.

To learn which questions are unanswerable, and
not to answer them: this skill is most needful in times of stress and darkness.

- from The Left Hand of Darkness by Ursula K. Le Guin

Thursday, March 11, 2010

Here's one from last night.

It was Easter, and my ragtag band of adolescent thugs and I were planning on breaking into College Park Church (motive unknown). Before we could perpetrate this heinous act, however, we were distracted by my aunt, Judy, who gave me a small package of Peeps. Except they weren't Peeps. They were called Clucks, and they were actually real tiny baby chicks. And I had a bear of a time trying to keep them in their little tray.

Wednesday, March 10, 2010

I am going to start recording short versions of my dreams here, so that you "all" know how exhausting and bizarre my dreamlife is.

My roommate (unidentifiable) and I were hosting a costume party in our very modern apartment, built in a large tree. I was exceptionally proud of my Star Trek admiral's uniform, but was soon disappointed to see several of our guests arrive in other Star Trek uniforms (all ranked below me, luckily). In the midst of the celebration, there was a sudden, violent earthquake, and in the commotion my roommate pushed our circular glass coffee table out a plate glass window, screaming, "Fine, just take it! TAKE IT!" and sobbing.

There you have it. Insanity at its finest. And that's only the beginning.

Thursday, February 25, 2010

I admit I have really begun to enjoy that I can just walk outside, pick a grapefruit off the tree, and eat it. There are benefits to Southern California, though they're often hard to see in the middle of summer when all you want is rain. But this time of year, with the screen door open when it's almost dark and when it's nice and cool outside...it gives me something to miss for when I eventually leave.