“All of us that voted and prayed for you and cried the night of your victory have endured an Orwellian hell of eight years of crimes committed in our name… We watched as hundreds of thousands of Iraqi civilians were slaughtered and tens of thousands of our brave young men and women were killed, maimed, or endured mental anguish — the full terror of which we scarcely know. When we elected you we didn’t expect miracles. We didn’t even expect much change. But we expected some. We thought you would stop the madness. Stop the killing. Stop the insane idea that men with guns can reorganize a nation that doesn’t even function as a nation and never, ever has.”—Michael Moore (via azspot) (via krispayne)
“Boys are just boys after all, but sometimes girls really seem to be the turn of a pale wrist, or the sudden jut of a hip, or a clutch of very dark hair falling across a freckled forehead. I’m not saying that’s what they really are. I’m just saying sometimes it seems that way, and that those details (a thigh mole, a full face flush, a scar the precise shape and size of a cashew nut) are so many hooks waiting to land you.”—Zadie Smith, The Girl With Bangs (via syntheticpubes)
Armistice Birthdays, Sudden Silence, and the Voice of God
"I will come to a time in my backwards trip when November eleventh, accidentally my birthday, was a sacred day called Armistice Day. When I was a boy, and when Dwayne Hoover was a boy, all the people of all the nations which had fought in the First World War were silent during the eleventh minute of the eleventh hour of Armistice Day, which was the eleventh day of the eleventh month.
"It was during that minute in nineteen hundred and eighteen, that millions upon millions of human beings stopped butchering one another. I have talked to old men who were on battlefields during that minute. They have told me in one way or another that the sudden silence was the Voice of God. So we still have among us some men who can remember when God spoke clearly to mankind.
"Armistice Day has become Veterans’ Day. Armistice Day was sacred. Veterans’ Day is not. So I will throw Veterans’ Day over my shoulder. Armistice Day I will keep. I don’t want to throw away any sacred things. What else is sacred? Oh, Romeo and Juliet, for instance.
"And all music is."
—Author, Veteran, and WWII P.O.W., Kurt Vonnegut, from his Breakfast of Champions.
“I work with a lady who is looking for sugars (and other biological molecules) in interstellar gas clouds. The theory is that nascent planets could be “seeded” from space with pre-biotic molecules that favor life. She spends most of her time with radio telescopes, and we make some simple sugars in our lab- its really a side-line for us.”—Starshine’s dad via Facebook, re: Side-lines (via fairfieldfornow)
I REALLY want to hang out with Starshine’s dad and talk about seeding nascent planets.