I don’t know Ms. Allis, but I like that she decided to illustrate Miyazake’s words.
Yes. All of it.
This is fantastic!
Beware the Stewy
People call me Stewy. My real name is a secret known only to my ninja master and my dragon.
I'm nineteen. Of the female persuasion. Currently attending Binghamton university, where I hope to become a scientist. If I were sure I were smart enough to fit the label, I would call myself a nerd.
I love the New York Yankees, and winter, and Fringe and Chuck and Doctor Who and Top Chef, and cooking. I'd tell you more ,but then I'd have to kill you.
I'm nineteen. Of the female persuasion. Currently attending Binghamton university, where I hope to become a scientist. If I were sure I were smart enough to fit the label, I would call myself a nerd.
I love the New York Yankees, and winter, and Fringe and Chuck and Doctor Who and Top Chef, and cooking. I'd tell you more ,but then I'd have to kill you.
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Kilimanjaro Fireball
While an electric-lighted line of mountain climbers snakes toward it, a dazzling fireball (bright meteor) streaks over Tanzania’s Mount Kilimanjaro (the summit of Kibo at 5893 meters). — Kwon, O Chul
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Why did they train Luke up and not Princess Leia who was cooler, and had more to fight for, and was less screwed up? Patriarchy!
John Green in his newest Crash Course video (via kinuimani)
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When was super depressed, I wasn’t working—I was always too depressed. Hemingway did his best work when he didn’t drink, then he drank himself to death and blew his head off with a shotgun. Someone asked John Cheever, “What’d you learn from Hemingway?” and he said “I learned not to blow my head off with a shotgun.” I remember going to the Michigan poetry festival, meeting Etheridge Knight there and Robert Creeley. Creeley was so drunk—he was reading and he only had one eye, of course, and had to hold his book like two inches from his face using his one good eye. But you look at somebody like George Saunders—I think he’s the best short story writer in English alive—that’s somebody who tries very hard to live a sane, alert life.
You’re present when you’re not drinking a fifth of Jack Daniel’s every day. It’s probably better for your writing career, you know? I think being tortured as a virtue is a kind of antiquated sense of what it is to be an artist.
In an interview with The Fix, Mary Karr debunks the toxic mythology that it is necessary to be damaged in order to be creative. My own vehement defiance to that mythology is what led me to choose Ray Bradbury – the ultimate epitome of creating from joy rather than suffering – as the subject of my contribution to The New York Times’ The Lives They Lived.
Pair with Karr on why writers write.
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