WAR IS OVER

Now what?

MADE OF STARSTUFF

[Via Timothy, APOD]

THE PHYSICAL IMPOSSIBILITY OF DEATH IN THE MIND OF SOMEONE LIVING

She had died seventeen years ago, when Biju was five, slipping from a tree while gathering leaves to feed the goat. An accident, they said, and there was nobody to blame--it was just fate in the way fate has of providing the destitute with a greater quota of accidents for which nobody can be blamed.

--Kiran Desai, The Inheritance of Loss


The reason I like any novel written by a brown person, I've concluded, is because all scenes will remind me of Sri Lanka, all old women will remind me of my grandmother, all old men will remind me of my grandfather, all couples will remind me of my parents, and every sentence will be a critique of the class/caste system.


My grandmother died ten years, one month, and two days ago. Today my daddy said he dreams about her nightly.

So much better than FML.

I SURE SQUEEZED THAT LEMON

When a questionnaire asked what ideas carried you through rough spots, you wrote, "It's important to care and to try, even tho the effects of one's caring and trying may be absurd, futile, or so woven into the future as to be indetectable."

...

"What's the difference between a guy who at his final conscious moments before death has a nostalgic grin on his face as if to say, 'Boy, I sure squeezed that lemon' and the other man who fights for every last breath in an effort to turn back time to some nagging unfinished business?"

--Joshua Wolf Shenk, What Makes Us Happy

Pretty Yeasayer on pretty May mornings.

I'm fairly pissed at the writers of LOST for giving us a full season of crap and then proving with the season finale that they actually haven't lost all ability to write dialogue.

Also, Alex fuggin gifted me fuggin SPORE OMG.

Also, tonight I go home!

Buy houses in Detroit with us.