An Iranian woman in support of Mousavi (more here). It reminds me of the painting which has become stock imagery in my brain when facing struggle. Also, it’s on the cover of a Melvin’s record.
This is an ode to my lunch date and study buddy. You’re not the only one around here cooling out on a bev, sister.
The thing about Keats was his death wish. It’s complicated. The poet was different from everyone else. He had a gift. His purpose, compulsion even, was to embody this gift. He could see in ways that others could not, and then take the blind by their hands and lead them nearer to knowing the sublime. [...]
But for now, check out everyone’s favorite ladykiller in the NY Times. Double trouble: there’s a killer lady getting quoted elsewhere in the Times, talking about how the worst thing in the world is decidedly not a fat ass. See? My friends are up to rad shit. Just imagine all the hijinx that’ll never make [...]