2019.03.04
Musical tempo varies, but it does so roughly within the range of the human heartbeat.
Love is a human religion in which another person is believed in.
Now by these presents let me assure you that you are not only in my heart, but my veins, this morning. I turn from you half abashed--yet you haunt me, and some look, word or touch thrills through my whole frame--yes, at the very moment when I am labouring to think of something, if not somebody, else. Get ye gone Intruder! though I am forced to add dear--which is a call back--
The pleasures of love are always in proportion to the fear.
Oh Love! Thou bane of the most generous souls! Thou doubtful pleasure, and thou certain pain.
Harvard has a giant tuba
Man, how long-running was the Opportunity Mars Mission? Old enough to have its own Livejournal!
Nothing is just one thing.I just remembered Esquire has this What I've Learned series that's quite brilliant and generous.
Truth is like poetry. And most people fucking hate poetry.
I remember reading about how humans are uniquely well adapted for throwing things but reading NFL draft defensive backs talk about what animals would be hardest to cover... I can't think of many animals that would be great at catching a football. Somehow it seems like a different problem than catching flies or mice or other prey, you know?