February 2009
“One summer night, out on a flat headland, all but surrounded by the waters of the bay, the horizons were remote and distant rims on the edge of space. Millions of stars blazed in darkness, and on the far shore a few lights burned in cottages. Otherwise there was no reminder of human life. My companion and I were alone with the stars: the misty river of the Milky Way flowing across the sky, the patterns of the constellations standing out bright and clear, a blazing planet low on the horizon. It occurred to me that if this were a sight that could be seen only once in a century, this little headland would be thronged with spectators. But it can be see many scores of nights in any year, and so the lights burned in the cottages and the inhabitants probably gave not a thought to the beauty overhead; and because they could see it almost any night, perhaps they never will.”
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Rachel Carson
(via jilllian)
I liked this because every chance I get I look up at the stars
(via thecaleb)
One of my favorite things about living farther north - I do this every night too.(via c-quoia)
I’ve remember the first time I could see the Milky Way in the sky—I was on an isolated beach on a small island of the coast of Ireland (Inishbofin). It took my breath away.
File under "annoying"
You know what’s worse than going to a meeting you don’t want to attend? Showing up 45 minutes early for it. …I knew I should have stopped for coffee.
Happy Pancake Tuesday! →
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Forget the drunken debauchery of Mardi Gras—the day before Lent is all about pancakes for me!
Ooooh! Ahhhhh!
A random fireworks display just happened northeast of my house. I had stellar view from my living room window. It was pretty sweet!
Breaking the ice, polar bear style →
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I’d like to share a secret with you.
Every time I click the “new post” window, my mind blanks. I stare at the empty text box, and then I distract my temporary typing paralysis by tweaking the…
This is me, freaking out.
Fuckfuckfuckfuckfuckfuck.
Why oh why didn’t I just lift my finger off the “delete” button on my answering machine? Why? I saw the “stop” button, and I should’ve lifted my finger up and moved it over.
Fuckfuckfuckfuckfuckfuck.
And now, I’ve lost the last message my father left me on my answering machine.
Excuse me while I go bawl my eyes out.
