He had so much potential...

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Mon, 02 Jan 2012 19:17:13 -0500

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"I hope you live a life you’re proud of. If you find that you’re not, I hope you have the strength to..."

Fri, 09 Dec 2011 12:51:59 -0500

““I hope you live a life you’re proud of. If you find that you’re not, I hope you have the strength to start all over again.””

- F. Scot Fitzgerald (via nrrdgrrrl)

smart guy…same b day

stephenfalk: Washington, DC Metro Station on a cold January...

Fri, 09 Dec 2011 12:36:38 -0500

stephenfalk:

Washington, DC Metro Station on a cold January morning in 2007. The man with a violin played six Bach pieces for about 45 minutes. During that time approximately. 2 thousand people went through the station, most of them on their way to work.

4 minutes later:
The violinist received his first dollar: a woman threw the money in the hat and, without stopping, continued to walk.

6 minutes:
A young man leaned against the wall to listen to him, then looked at his watch and started to walk again.

10 minutes:
A 3-year old boy stopped but his mother tugged him along hurriedly. The kid stopped to look at the violinist again, but the mother pushed hard and the child continued to walk, turning his head all the time. This action was repeated by several other children. Every parent, without exception, forced their children to move on quickly.

45 minutes:
The musician played continuously. Only 6 people stopped and listened for a short while. About 20 gave money but continued to walk at their normal pace. The man collected a total of $32.

1 hour:
He finished playing and silence took over. No one noticed. No one applauded, nor was there any recognition.

No one knew this, but the violinist was Joshua Bell, one of the greatest musicians in the world. He played one of the most intricate pieces ever written, with a violin worth $3.5 million dollars. Two days before Joshua Bell sold out a theater in Boston where the seats averaged $100.

This is a true story. Joshua Bell playing incognito in the metro station was organized by the Washington Post as part of a social experiment about perception, taste and people’s priorities.

*In a common place environment at an inappropriate hour, do we perceive beauty?

*Do we stop to appreciate it?

The questions raised:

*Do we recognize talent in an unexpected context?

One possible conclusion reached from this experiment could be this:

If we do not have a moment to stop and listen to one of the best musicians in the world, playing some of the finest music ever written, with one of the most beautiful instruments ever made…

How many other things are we missing?

This probably means nothing, but maybe not.

WOW….

Coke Talk: Coke Talk of the Year

Thu, 08 Dec 2011 15:56:57 -0500

Coke Talk: Coke Talk of the Year:

coketalk:

I’ve decided that I’m officially done living in Hollywood. I haven’t picked which sunny corner of Los Angeles will be my new stomping ground, but then again, it was never about my zip code. When I say I’m done with Hollywood, what I really mean to say is, I’m done being a kid.

Hollywood was…

I couldn’t agree more…

Fri, 02 Dec 2011 19:10:45 -0500

I couldn’t agree more…

Holy crap this is funny…..

Tue, 29 Nov 2011 21:44:43 -0500

Holy crap this is funny…..

alliefromthevalley: catprints: always reblog. ain’t that the...

Tue, 29 Nov 2011 20:47:45 -0500

alliefromthevalley:

catprints:

always reblog.

ain’t that the truth

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RIP…..THE WORLD WILL MISS YOU

Tue, 29 Nov 2011 14:39:22 -0500

RIP…..THE WORLD WILL MISS YOU

barelysarcasm: lickypickystickyfree: Born in 1849, “Blind...

Mon, 28 Nov 2011 16:12:43 -0500

barelysarcasm:

lickypickystickyfree:

Born in 1849, “Blind Tom” Wiggins found himself with three burdens and a gift: He was blind, he was mentally challenged, he was a slave, and he was a musical prodigy.

He was playing piano by ear at age 4, before he could speak. At 5 he composed a tune and found he could reproduce perfectly any piece from memory. His vocabulary was only about 100 words, and he spoke of himself in the third person (“Tom is pleased to meet you”), but in time he learned 7,000 piano pieces, mostly classics.

At age 8 a successful concert in Columbus, Ga., led to a tour. He played for James Buchanan and Mark Twain, accepting challenges to repeat original compositions to show there was no trickery. By age 16, he was touring the world.

He retired in 1883 but returned briefly for a series of New York concerts in 1904. He died in 1908.

This is an amazing story. I am now inspired.

This should be a movie

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Sun, 27 Nov 2011 04:24:51 -0500

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"You should date an illiterate girl. Date a girl who doesn’t read. Find her in the weary squalor of..."

Sun, 27 Nov 2011 00:50:22 -0500

“

You should date an illiterate girl.

Date a girl who doesn’t read. Find her in the weary squalor of a Midwestern bar. Find her in the smoke, drunken sweat, and varicolored light of an upscale nightclub. Wherever you find her, find her smiling. Make sure that it lingers when the people that are talking to her look away. Engage her with unsentimental trivialities. Use pick-up lines and laugh inwardly. Take her outside when the night overstays its welcome. Ignore the palpable weight of fatigue. Kiss her in the rain under the weak glow of a streetlamp because you’ve seen it in a film. Remark at its lack of significance. Take her to your apartment. Dispatch with making love. Fuck her.

Let the anxious contract you’ve unwittingly written evolve slowly and uncomfortably into a relationship. Find shared interests and common ground like sushi and folk music. Build an impenetrable bastion upon that ground. Make it sacred. Retreat into it every time the air gets stale or the evenings too long. Talk about nothing of significance. Do little thinking. Let the months pass unnoticed. Ask her to move in. Let her decorate. Get into fights about inconsequential things like how the fucking shower curtain needs to be closed so that it doesn’t fucking collect mold. Let a year pass unnoticed. Begin to notice.

Figure that you should probably get married because you will have wasted a lot of time otherwise. Take her to dinner on the forty-fifth floor at a restaurant far beyond your means. Make sure there is a beautiful view of the city. Sheepishly ask a waiter to bring her a glass of champagne with a modest ring in it. When she notices, propose to her with all of the enthusiasm and sincerity you can muster. Do not be overly concerned if you feel your heart leap through a pane of sheet glass. For that matter, do not be overly concerned if you cannot feel it at all. If there is applause, let it stagnate. If she cries, smile as if you’ve never been happier. If she doesn’t, smile all the same.

Let the years pass unnoticed. Get a career, not a job. Buy a house. Have two striking children. Try to raise them well. Fail frequently. Lapse into a bored indifference. Lapse into an indifferent sadness. Have a mid-life crisis. Grow old. Wonder at your lack of achievement. Feel sometimes contented, but mostly vacant and ethereal. Feel, during walks, as if you might never return or as if you might blow away on the wind. Contract a terminal illness. Die, but only after you observe that the girl who didn’t read never made your heart oscillate with any significant passion, that no one will write the story of your lives, and that she will die, too, with only a mild and tempered regret that nothing ever came of her capacity to love.

Do those things, god damnit, because nothing sucks worse than a girl who reads. Do it, I say, because a life in purgatory is better than a life in hell. Do it, because a girl who reads possesses a vocabulary that can describe that amorphous discontent of a life unfulfilled—a vocabulary that parses the innate beauty of the world and makes it an accessible necessity instead of an alien wonder. A girl who reads lays claim to a vocabulary that distinguishes between the specious and soulless rhetoric of someone who cannot love her, and the inarticulate desperation of someone who loves her too much. A vocabulary, goddamnit, that makes my vacuous sophistry a cheap trick.

Do it, because a girl who reads understands syntax. Literature has taught her that moments of tenderness come in sporadic but knowable intervals. A girl who reads knows that life is not planar; she knows, and rightly demands, that the ebb comes along with the flow of disappointment. A girl who has read up on her syntax senses the irregular pauses—the hesitation of breath—endemic to a lie. A girl who reads perceives the difference between a parenthetical moment of anger and the entrenched habits of someone whose bitter cynicism will run on, run on well past any point of reason, or purpose, run on far after she has packed a suitcase and said a reluctant goodbye and she has decided that I am an ellipsis and not a period and run on and run on. Syntax that knows the rhythm and cadence of a life well lived.

Date a girl who doesn’t read because the girl who reads knows the importance of plot. She can trace out the demarcations of a prologue and the sharp ridges of a climax. She feels them in her skin. The girl who reads will be patient with an intermission and expedite a denouement. But of all things, the girl who reads knows most the ineluctable significance of an end. She is comfortable with them. She has bid farewell to a thousand heroes with only a twinge of sadness.

Don’t date a girl who reads because girls who read are storytellers. You with the Joyce, you with the Nabokov, you with the Woolf. You there in the library, on the platform of the metro, you in the corner of the café, you in the window of your room. You, who make my life so goddamned difficult. The girl who reads has spun out the account of her life and it is bursting with meaning. She insists that her narratives are rich, her supporting cast colorful, and her typeface bold. You, the girl who reads, make me want to be everything that I am not. But I am weak and I will fail you, because you have dreamed, properly, of someone who is better than I am. You will not accept the life of which I spoke at the beginning of this piece. You will accept nothing less than passion, and perfection, and a life worthy of being told. So out with you, girl who reads. Take the next southbound train and take your Hemingway with you. Or, perhaps, stay and save my life. *

”

- - Charles Warnke (via jarrodis)

BEAUTIFUL

WORDS OF WISDOM……

Fri, 25 Nov 2011 15:55:51 -0500

WORDS OF WISDOM……

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Fri, 25 Nov 2011 15:51:12 -0500

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barelysarcasm: (Photo by Ronald Martinez/Getty Images) My...

Fri, 25 Nov 2011 15:49:01 -0500

barelysarcasm:

(Photo by Ronald Martinez/Getty Images)

My team…always

paid2see: A protester handed President Barack Obama a note...

Tue, 22 Nov 2011 14:38:07 -0500

paid2see:

A protester handed President Barack Obama a note while shaking hands along a rope line in New Hampshire today. Photographer Charlie Dharapak smartly zoomed in so you can read the note for yourself.

pretty amazing…..

Who the OWS movement should be protesting

Mon, 21 Nov 2011 13:21:00 -0500

The U.S. government has vast needs. We need to put more people to work. We need to keep money in families’ pockets. We need to build roads and pipes. We need help local and state governments. With all of these needs, you’d probably hope for some free money. That’s funny, because, as Ezra Klein wrote this morning, the U.S. government can borrow money at rates as close to “free” as we’ve ever seen. “As of Friday, the federal government could borrow for five years at a real interest rate of -0.7 percent,” he wrote. That means that “that once inflation is taken into account, the bank is paying you to borrow money. That just doesn’t happen. But right now, it’s happening for the United States government.”

This is what pisses me off…The Young people of this movement have the right idea but do not truly understand the inner workings of what’s really going on. They are up in arms with the 1% when it’s Congress and the all the lobbyist in Washington that we should be protesting.

It is Congress that wants to us to go after the 1% and give them the power to enforce a martial state so we lose even more of the dwindling freedoms then we already have.

Congress repealed the act in the late 1990’s that gave Wall street the power to use the loopholes that caused the prime mortgage crisis and start our country into the worst recession ever.

Anyone would use the advantages given, because quite honestly if you knew you could use a specific loophole to make yourself and company more profitable any person with good business sense would take advantage of the system.

It’s not even about Corporate greed, I work in this industry day in and day out.

Many of the people that once had substantial wealth now are in the same place as the rest of America…..I do not have any love loss for the law enforcement of this country but I will not throw every single “cop” in the same category as the the people using excessive force/pepper spray….Just like not everyone with wealth is a greedy asshole…or that every person in the OWS movement is just there to create faux anarchy and chaos…

I guess my point is this….If we as a people want to use this swelling movement to evoke change then they should go to the source. Congress. March on Washington, protest Capital Hill….going after people that took advantage of the system does nothing, but going after the people that gave them that power does.

THINK ABOUT IT….

fridaynight-res-at-dorsia: Perfect. LOL

Mon, 21 Nov 2011 00:02:13 -0500

fridaynight-res-at-dorsia:

Perfect.

LOL

LOVE THIS……

Mon, 21 Nov 2011 00:01:45 -0500

LOVE THIS……

lol

Sun, 20 Nov 2011 17:40:53 -0500

lol

that’s right a nazi trekkie joke…..

Sat, 19 Nov 2011 14:09:32 -0500

that’s right a nazi trekkie joke…..