17 10 / 2014

Are you driven to restlessness by questions that have a definite answer but one you can’t know?

I am. Constantly. 

Most recently, it’s the Taco Bell murderdeath quandary. How many people, exactly, is Taco Bell responsible for killing each year?

Not due to longterm heart disease or diabetes, but directly attributable deaths. Like, a father is driving home with a 5-layer burrito and he spills some on his shirt. Looks down. Hits bridge and dies.

+1

Or a Taco Bell delivery truck sideswipes a church bus.

+31

Or an elderly woman chokes on a gordita.

+1

Or an armed robbery of a Taco Bell location in Texas goes awry.

+3

What’s your best guess? 51? 266? 24,000?

THERE’S AN ANSWER AND I CAN’T KNOW IT.

16 10 / 2014

aseaofquotes:

Dave Eggers, A Heartbreaking Work of Staggering Genius

aseaofquotes:

Dave Eggers, A Heartbreaking Work of Staggering Genius

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15 10 / 2014

15 10 / 2014

"It was autumn, the springtime of death. Rain spattered the rotting leaves, and a wild wind wailed. Death was singing in the shower. Death was happy to be alive."

Tom Robbins, from Still Life with Woodpecker (Bantam Books, 1980)

(Source: apoetreflects, via fuckyeahexistentialism)

14 10 / 2014

"What is a poet? An unhappy man who hides deep anguish in his heart, but whose lips are so formed that when the sigh and cry pass through them, it sounds like lovely music. And people flock around the poet and say: ‘Sing again soon’ - that is, ‘May new sufferings torment your soul but your lips be fashioned as before, for the cry would only frighten us, but the music, that is blissful."

Søren Kierkegaard, Either/Or (via larmoyante)

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12 10 / 2014

A horse walks into a bar. He walks up to the bartender and says “Give me a beer.” The bartender is stunned, so he heads to the back of the bar to speak with the owner.

"Hey boss" he says, "there’s a horse in the bar asking for a beer." The bar owner pauses for a second, then replies "Well then give him one, but charge him double. Horses don’t know the price of beer."

So the bartender heads back out front and hands the horse a beer. “You know,” says the barkeep, “we don’t get many horses around here.”

To which the horse replies, “At these prices I’m not surprised.”

I have this joke saved on my computer and have no memory of where it came from, but it delights me to remember it now.

10 10 / 2014

08 10 / 2014

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08 10 / 2014

03 10 / 2014

03 10 / 2014

bellecosby:

sectum-and-sempra:

bellecosby:

White men can take nations but they can’t take a joke

This is a generalization.

case in point 

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02 10 / 2014

"And a softness came from the starlight and filled me full to the bone."

W. B. Yeatsfrom “The Wanderings of Oisin,” in The Wanderings of Oisin and Other Poems (Kegan Paul and Co., 1889)

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