“Beware March 15th. It’s next week, I think it’s a Thursday this year.”
We die more complicatedly and with more nuance than ever before. In comparison, the ways our fathers and mothers died were larks, pieces of cake. Smug, but as citizens of the 21st century, the best century, we’re entitled to be smug.
I imagine a hundred years from now people will look back at the desperately uncomplicated ways we died in the 21st century and chuckle, but I also imagine those people to be insufferably smug, insufferably so.
I saw them on a trip Deep South, and then again on another trip Deep South, during the last few months. They are spectacular. Clearly, they are not spectacular in the way that bombs exploding or cop cars careering through the streets is spectacular; they are spectacular in that their beauty and natural rarity allow (almost force) a communing with people from other ages who’ve seen these things over the eons.
The phenomenon that there are adult people who don’t care to understand how mindblowing this convergence of physics and human observance is frightens me to my core.
I fucking told you so.
A normally-proportioned person cannot effect changes on a haptic device (eg: Iphone, Kindle) with their toes. Toes are too far from the electric resonances occurring in the heart that drive haptic responses to allow an effective interface. You can discover this for yourself, while, for instance, shitting on your toilet while reading a Kindle placed on the floor in front of you. A page sweep attempted with either big toe will not elicit the expected response from the device.
Now: you know.
Mars’ inner moon Phobos is predicted to impact Mars in 30-50 million years. If everyone on Earth gives just one penny per year to the Save Phobos Foundation, Inc, in a few million years we will have enough pennies to make a stack that extends all the way to Phobos, which will probably affect its movement in some way that will more or less prevent things from leading to less desirable things. Please, won’t you give?
Save Phobos Foundation, a division of Prevent Bad Things From Happening LLC, a Colgate Company
that Passat commercial with the woman who gives the ‘fuck me’ glance to the guy who knows the lyrics to ‘Rocket Man’
is wrong. Wrong, wrong, wrong.
I am not happy with Volkswagen commercializing fuck-me glances. Not happy.
It is perfectly logical for a child to believe in monsters.
Most things she experiences are the first time she’s experiencing them. That something hasn’t happened to her yet is meaningless; most things haven’t happened to her yet.
She has *no way* of recognizing what is probable. *Everything* is probable. New, unimagined things happen every single day. The fact that something hasn’t yet happened to her has zero bearing on whether or not that thing normally happens.
1. Greta Scacchi
2. Jennifer Connelly
3. the girl in the ATT commercials
4. Donna Reed
5. Milla Jovovich
6. Rashida Jones