Aggressively Inarticulate.

I know I've posted this video before (admittedly, more than once I think.) But I could listen to this everyday. One, because he is so incredibly RIGHT. And two, because I can always use the reminder, and I'm sure you can too.

Righty

I thought this was awesomely done :)

Insanity

Warning: the lyrical content of this video is explicit.

BUT. You have to see what they have done. Mute it and watch the video. That man in the white pants is Tupac, a rapper who died a few years ago. Welcome to a hologram at its best.

A Nod of the Head

Today I sat in my night class on 17th century British Poetry. There was nothing pretty about it. The Bulls were playing the Heat and I was missing it. My brain was fried after turning in a paper for the very same class. There was crawfish waiting at my house. I sat there, lamenting the death of my blacked out computer (I sware I wasn't watching the game on mute.)

Then, during break, a woman starting telling a fellow mother the woah's of her daughter's being able to read, and having to read absolutely every word she saw out loud. She bemoaned the laughters allergy to milk and milk substitute. She laughed over how if her new baby didn't cry at night, she'd get up anyway to make sure the little girl was still breathing.

This happens all the time in class. The nontraditional students talk amongst one another, each trying to best the other's story about what their angelic offspring has done. Most of these stories I tune out, because I really don't care if your 6'2, 200 lb eighth grader won his District football game.

And then I saw him. A quiet man somewhere in his early thirties, two rows over. He sat in his desk, body slightly turned in their direction, with a faint smile on his face and his head barely nodding in consent with the woman's stories.

This man, usually so stoic and so subdued, could not resist the expression the thought of his children brought him. And there it was, something beautiful, right there in night class. The strong, quiet love of a father.

Source: vi.sualize.us via Kei on Pinterest

It's me again.

It's been a long time since I've written anything on here, with school and job hunting and apartment hunting, things have been pretty hectic. But, as I am sitting in a massive library in Maryland, across from Andrew as the barrels through engineering homework (intrepid soul) I figured this was the best way to kill the time.

This break has been so incredible! The first half was spent boiling crawfish and screaming my head off at third grade soft ball games. Eating sushi with Mom and Garrett, and buying bargain brand names.

One really spectacular thing I did on my break was watch The Illusionist. Not the Edward Norton film that I have yet to see, but the *almost silent* British-French film. I'm so envious of the animation in this movie. They created such an atmosphere with ink and water color, from dingy Scottish bars to night shift blue collar jobs to swanky department stores. However, I can't stand the feeling of being so inspired and yet unable to do anything with the pen in my hand. Those days are the most frustrating, but if you're persistent, the most rewarding as well.

The artwork: (Click to enlarge)

Now, I'm in Maryland, and have been since Wednesday. As I wake up to leave tomorrow, you know, around 4:50 a.m, and I'll take so much happiness with me.

Things from this week:

Maryland campus is beautiful

So is spring in the North (P.S, the North is not as evil as all those rowdy southerners tell you, I promise ;)

A new closeness with people

This quote that I now love. "Give a damn. Many damns. More damns than anyone."

The meeting of the weary traveler

AND.THIS.SONG.