deantrippe:

I know I’m an easy mark for Superman emotions, but this one got me, and the previous teaser really didn’t. All teary-eyed over here.

I have lots of thoughts regarding Superman and this reflects on most of them. This looks like it could be wonderful.

writeoneleaf:

Josie’s Declaration of Independence (cinema 1914) by New York Public Library on Flickr.

Look at the photo. Consider what has has just happened here, or what is about to happen here. Who has been here? Who will come here and and what will they do? What kinds of interactions can you imagine? Write one leaf about these or other things that occur to you upon looking at the picture. Do not allow yourself to be limited by what you see. Go.

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Josie was free. “I am free.” She said it to the empty house, the barren yard, to her lonely suitcase. She said to her locket that locked her husband’s photo still and in place. She said it to no one.
Josie sat down and settled her suitcase on her lap. Henry called it ‘a valise’. He did not know why he insisted it was a valise. Why he got so very furious when she asked if he packed his suitcase for the wedding, or if he happened to see the suitcases in attic or were they in crawlspace?
She packed for the trip, now her trip, in his valise. She announced to the hollow bedroom, “I am packing this suitcase!”
Now, she is waiting for their cab, but it is no longer their’s but her’s. She announced her freedom to the air. The air did not respond. How can it?
She sees no one around her. She has spoken to no one since the mourning officially ended. It ended - ends - according to the calendar.
Henry sits down next to her. Henry tries to brush away her tears, like he did when she chopped onions. He cannot. His hands pass through her face. They aren’t even his hands. They are something close to a memory of hands, gnarled and thick and with no weight or mass.
He cannot hold her hands or remove her fingernails from her palms. He cannot, but he has tried for days. He will not stop trying. Never

Write one leaf about playing scales.

writeoneleaf:

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“Doug, what are you doing?” I asked.

“Fuck off,” he replied. I say ‘replied’, but mean ‘slurred’.

“Doug, why are you drunk?” I asked, to be more clear. “It is eight in the morning. Also leave my snakes alone.”

He threw my snakes onto the couch. There is never a reason to throw snakes. They remember things like this and, even if they are non-venomous, they will remember to bite you.

“I AM A FANTASTIC PIANIST!,” Doug yelled to no one in particular. What he yelled did not sound like ‘pianist’, as when it stumbles off your lips, with vodka and spittle and and four un-toasted english muffins, dipped in grape jam, it just sounds like something very similar to ‘pianist’. “I am a brilliant pianist. I am. I can play in any scale. I can.”

“Yes,” I said. “You are an amazing piano player, Doug.”

“Pianist.”

“Okay, Doug. I agree,” I said. “You are a pianist.”

distorte:

A year ago, when chemotherapy stopped working against his leukemia, William Ludwig signed up to be the first patient treated in a bold experiment at the University of Pennsylvania. Mr. Ludwig, then 65, a retired corrections officer from Bridgeton, N.J., felt his life draining away and thought he had nothing to lose.   

Doctors removed a billion of his T-cells — a type of white blood cell that fights viruses and tumors — and gave them new genes that would program the cells to attack his cancer. Then the altered cells were dripped back into Mr. Ludwig’s veins.  

At first, nothing happened. But after 10 days, hell broke loose in his hospital room. He began shaking with chills. His temperature shot up. His blood pressure shot down. He became so ill that doctors moved him into intensive care and warned that he might die. His family gathered at the hospital, fearing the worst.                              

A few weeks later, the fevers were gone. And so was the leukemia.

There was no trace of it anywhere — no leukemic cells in his blood or bone marrow, no more bulging lymph nodes on his CT scan. His doctors calculated that the treatment had killed off two pounds of cancer cells.

— An Immune System Trained to Kill Cancer

Trying not to get overexcited about this, but this whole article is absolutely fascinating.

Bolded, italicized, and underlined by me.

Or:

SCIENCE 

ingoodtaste:

Woodstock.

The Esopus River Valley is brilliant and confused with itself.

Tibetan and Zen monasteries built on former Church grounds. Old blooded, long-settled folks of the Catskills on one end of the highway; Neo- and re-settled hippies on the other. Reiki and astrology readers down the way from a guy who will rent you a canoe off the back of his truck for the afternoon (cash only).

Last Memorial Day, I read the storefronts (yoga, tie-dye t-shirt shop, yoga, glass art, painted art, yoga) from the covered deck of a restaurant sitting next to a biker gang. I knew they were a biker gang because they were talking about how they were in a biker gang together. Audra & I were talking about our sandwiches and how we should contact that Zen monastery we passed all those times (because I got lost).

There is Woodstock, NY and there is the site of the Woodstock festival. Woodstock, NY is off the NY State Throughway, past the Kingston exit. The site of the concert is in Bethel, NY, on the Delaware River. They are not near each other at all and bear  no resemblance to one another, save the name.

Things I Do Not Understand And Definitely Am Not Going To Talk About

thingsidontunderstandand:

• Will astronaut ice cream still exist?

All the museums are weeping over this question?

make me: Reblog with your favorite word. →

parliament-of-owls:

lakebandit:

bunniesareforever:

spheres:

allthishappiness:

uprightcitizens:

I’m curious to see how this pans out if it takes off. I know we’ll be seeing a lot of “serendipitous” (it seems like that’s a really popular choice for favorite word — as it should be, it’s a nice word!) but sometimes when you bring this up in conversation, people hit you…

Perambulate.

Sphere.

Ethereal. 

 Shenanigans

meander & cnidarian

Nature or cello

(Source: lizdexia)