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If you’re addicted to coffee and music, you’ll like this 366 project.
Josh is photographing his cup of coffee everyday and documenting what he’s been listening to while drinking it.
Posted on February 13, 2012 via Photojojo! with 421 notes
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Bangkok calling
Departing for Bangkok tomorrow! Follow my Teaching in Thailand blog on Tumblr to see how I get by in Krung Thep (Bangkok). Something tells me it will be a little different than California’s city of angels, but that the traffic will be even worse than that in Los Angeles.
ความแน่นอน คือความไม่แน่นอน
The only certainty is uncertainty.
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Yosemite Falls, June 2011
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awesomepeoplehangingouttogether:
Marlene Dietrich and Edith Piaf
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‘nuff said.
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Flags of the world
A map of the world with corresponding flags and each flag’s meaning.
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Author-on-author insults
“My God, what a clumsy olla putrida James Joyce is! Nothing but old fags and cabbage stumps of quotations from the Bible and the rest stewed in the juice of deliberate, journalistic dirty-mindedness.” (D.H. Lawrence on James Joyce)
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Leda and the Swan
Christ. I can’t believe it took me this long to discover Yeats. What was I reading in high school and college? When I ponder this poem, reading it again and again, I think that the most interesting literature occurs on the cusps. This makes his predecessors look formulaic in their romanticism and his successors self-indulgent.
Brilliant doesn’t do Yeats justice.
Leda and the Swan
A sudden blow: the great wings beating still
Above the staggering girl, her thighs caressed
By the dark webs, her nape caught in his bill,
He holds her helpless breast upon his breast.How can those terrified vague fingers push
The feathered glory from her loosening thighs?
And how can body, laid in that white rush,
But feel the strange heart beating where it lies?A shudder in the loins engenders there
The broken wall, the burning roof and tower
And Agamemnon dead.
Being so caught up,
So mastered by the brute blood of the air,
Did she put on his knowledge with his power
Before the indifferent beak could let her drop? -
awesomepeoplehangingouttogether:
James Dean and Elizabeth Taylor
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We were cut off from comprehension of our surroundings; we glided past like phantoms, wondering and secretly appalled, as sane men would be before an enthusiastic outbreak in a madhouse.
Marlowe from Heart of Darkness by Joseph Conrad, 1898-99.


