doing some more sketches for friends
In 2006 Ms. Lockwood, an English teacher at Xavier High School, asked her students to write a letter to a famous author. She wanted them discuss the author’s work and ask for advice. Kurt Vonnegut (1922 – 2007) was the only one to write back and his advice is worth reading.
Dear Xavier High School, and Ms. Lockwood, and Messrs Perin, McFeely, Batten, Maurer and Congiusta:
I thank you for your friendly letters. You sure know how to cheer up a really old geezer (84) in his sunset years. I don’t make public appearances any more because I now resemble nothing so much as an iguana.
What I had to say to you, moreover, would not take long, to wit: Practice any art, music, singing, dancing, acting, drawing, painting, sculpting, poetry, fiction, essays, reportage, no matter how well or badly, not to get money and fame, but to experience becoming, to find out what’s inside you, to make your soul grow.
Seriously! I mean starting right now, do art and do it for the rest of your lives. Draw a funny or nice picture of Ms. Lockwood, and give it to her. Dance home after school, and sing in the shower and on and on. Make a face in your mashed potatoes. Pretend you’re Count Dracula.
Here’s an assignment for tonight, and I hope Ms. Lockwood will flunk you if you don’t do it: Write a six line poem, about anything, but rhymed. No fair tennis without a net. Make it as good as you possibly can. But don’t tell anybody what you’re doing. Don’t show it or recite it to anybody, not even your girlfriend or parents or whatever, or Ms. Lockwood. OK?
Tear it up into teeny-weeny pieces, and discard them into widely separated trash recepticals. You will find that you have already been gloriously rewarded for your poem. You have experienced becoming, learned a lot more about what’s inside you, and you have made your soul grow.
God bless you all!
This made me cry. I’m reading Mother Night right now. I love him so much.
Cats who can’t figure out walls [x]
PLEASE TAKE YOUR CAT TO THE VET IF YOU SEE THEM DOING THIS BEHAVIOR OVER TIME.
It’s called “head pressing” and it occurs in dogs and cats.
Head pressing is characterized by the compulsive act of pressing the head against a wall or other object for no apparent reason. This generally indicates damage to the nervous system, which may result from a number of varying causes, including prosencephalon disease (in which the forebrain and thalamusparts of the brain are damaged), or toxic poisoning.
http://www.vet.cornell.edu/FHC/health_resources/toxoplasmosis.cfm (head pressing is listed as a symptom)
http://sevneurology.com/patients/clip-multilobular-osteochondroma (About a dog’s brain tumor but head pressing is listed as a symptom)
I wasn’t going to reblog this until I read the important caption dang thank you!!!
YOU JUST SAVED THE LIFE OF MY CAT THANK YOU!
SPREAD THIS LIKE WILDFIRE. THIS COULD SAVE YOUR KITTIE’S LIFE!
Come on man… use your webs to stop her falling.. what’s the worst that could happen
I actually just shuddered reading that line.
Read the comics and you too can understand all that is wrong with that apparent solutionthere’s spiderman comics?
what did you think spiderman was based off of?
I thought they just saw how popular batman was and swapped spider for bat
Annie Leibovitz’s Disney Dream Portraits
I like how there’s just two pictures of Jack Sparrow
I was going to just like this but then there was Jack Sparrow. Twice.
Diogenes was the shit. He was easily one of the best philosophers ever. He made himself the least wealthy person, hence living in a “Barrel”. He also, upon seeing a child drinking from a river with his hands, smashed his only wooden bowl claiming to be “Bested by a child”. He did public stunts to make a point towards customs and norms including eating in the marketplace in Athens which was generally not acceptable. When Plato described humans as “Featherless Bipeds” he plucked a chicken and brought it to him, saying “here’s your man”. Plato changed that description to “Featherless bipeds with arms”.
And here’s where it gets real.
Diogenes the Cynic became well known all over. In fact, Alexander the great, the one man who could have anyone killed just because, went out of his way to find him. Upon meeting Diogenes, whom was laying on the ground, he said something to the extent of “Ah, the great Diogenes! Is there anything that I, Alexander the Great, can do you?”. Diogenes’ response was a crude “Yes, Get out of my sunlight.”
But, however, Alexander came back another time, to find Diogenes sifting through a pile of bones. Alex inquired “Diogenes, what are you doing sifting through that pile of bones?” Diogenes the Cynic responded “I’m trying to distinguish between the bones of your father, and that of a slave. I cannot tell the difference.” An insult that any man would want the other beheaded for indeed. But no, not Alexander.
Alexander went on to later say that if he were not Alexander the Great, he would wish to be Diogenes.
Dude’s a motherfuckingbadass.
My new fav person. Ever.
The other day, two of my professors brought up Diogenes just out of the blue in two different classes on the same day and I was literally the only other person in class who knew who he was and I was SO sad because he’s awesome.
ask-the-king-tamaki-suoh said: Hey do you want to be a part of my beta readers? When ever I finish a chapter of the book I'm writing I'll send you a copy of the draft and we can discuss What you liked or disliked etc. is that ok?
I am <i>soooooooooooooo</i> honored you’d ask me! But to be honest, I’m having a difficult time in college right now and will probably not be able to get on tumblr much or read anything other than textbooks until this semester is over. Sorry. :/