The Obama administration froze assets of the Libyan government, leader Moammar Gadhafi and four of his children Friday, just hours after it closed the U.S. Embassy in Tripoli and evacuated its remaining staff.
I’m ridiculously good at both, but you can only pick one. Sorry, dude. You can’t have it all on the same day. That’s too much transcendent pleasure for one man to handle. I’ll spoil you, but I won’t spoil you rotten.
“Date a girl who reads. Date a girl who spends her money on books instead of clothes. She has problems with closet space because she has too many books. Date a girl who has a list of books she wants to read, who has had a library card since she was twelve.
Find a girl who reads. You’ll know that she does because she will always have an unread book in her bag.She’s the one lovingly looking over the shelves in the bookstore, the one who quietly cries out when she finds the book she wants. You see the weird chick sniffing the pages of an old book in a second hand book shop? That’s the reader. They can never resist smelling the pages, especially when they are yellow.
She’s the girl reading while waiting in that coffee shop down the street. If you take a peek at her mug, the non-dairy creamer is floating on top because she’s kind of engrossed already. Lost in a world of the author’s making. Sit down. She might give you a glare, as most girls who read do not like to be interrupted. Ask her if she likes the book.
Buy her another cup of coffee.
Let her know what you really think of Murakami. See if she got through the first chapter of Fellowship. Understand that if she says she understood James Joyce’s Ulysses she’s just saying that to sound intelligent. Ask her if she loves Alice or she would like to be Alice.
It’s easy to date a girl who reads. Give her books for her birthday, for Christmas and for anniversaries. Give her the gift of words, in poetry, in song. Give her Neruda, Pound, Sexton, Cummings. Let her know that you understand that words are love. Understand that she knows the difference between books and reality but by god, she’s going to try to make her life a little like her favorite book. It will never be your fault if she does.
She has to give it a shot somehow.
Lie to her. If she understands syntax, she will understand your need to lie. Behind words are other things: motivation, value, nuance, dialogue. It will not be the end of the world.
Fail her. Because a girl who reads knows that failure always leads up to the climax. Because girls who understand that all things will come to end. That you can always write a sequel. That you can begin again and again and still be the hero. That life is meant to have a villain or two.
Why be frightened of everything that you are not? Girls who read understand that people, like characters, develop. Except in the Twilightseries.
If you find a girl who reads, keep her close. When you find her up at 2 AM clutching a book to her chest and weeping, make her a cup of tea and hold her. You may lose her for a couple of hours but she will always come back to you. She’ll talk as if the characters in the book are real, because for a while, they always are.
You will propose on a hot air balloon. Or during a rock concert. Or very casually next time she’s sick. Over Skype.
You will smile so hard you will wonder why your heart hasn’t burst and bled out all over your chest yet. You will write the story of your lives, have kids with strange names and even stranger tastes. She will introduce your children to the Cat in the Hat and Aslan, maybe in the same day. You will walk the winters of your old age together and she will recite Keats under her breath while you shake the snow off your boots.
Date a girl who reads because you deserve it. You deserve a girl who can give you the most colorful life imaginable. If you can only give her monotony, and stale hours and half-baked proposals, then you’re better off alone. If you want the world and the worlds beyond it, date a girl who reads.
Or better yet, date a girl who writes.”—Rosemary Urquico (via kblitz)
One of the new things people began to find out in the last century was that thoughts—just mere thoughts—are as powerful as electric batteries—as good for one as sunlight is, or as bad for one as poison.
I love tattoos. I love them so much, that it’s almost a deal breaker if a guy DOESN’T have them. I have one currently, and plan on more. What I currently have is a triskele, which is an ancient celtic symbol of the trinity in life. Birth, life, death. Maiden, mother, crone. Father, mother, child. Sun, moon, earth. Wake, sleep, dream.
I want to get it touched up, and have some stylized waves added in behind/around it. Think:
Without the tribal, and much bluer/less angry looking. Water has always been a calming force in my life. The ocean is my heartbeat, and eventually, I will find my bliss on a surfboard again (after some weight loss helps me gain the ability to balance on a board!).
I also plan on getting twin forearm tattoos, one for my mom, and the other for my grandma. They have been, despite our headaches, heartaches, and various issues, the foundation of my life. Funny that I found this, because it is remarkably similar to what I want to get on my right forearm for my mom:
The daffodil is her birthmonth flower, but I also want a spray of jasmine around the base of the heart. For my grandma, think that, but with pink roses wrapping around it, on my left forearm. The hearts will be more old school flash and less cutesy/bubble balloon than this one.
I just spent the past 20 minuted looking for a picture of my BS’s sleeve to show what I want to get on my leg. Not an exact rip, but inspired by her piece. It’s GORGEOUS, and I want a piece of my BS on me, as she’s a constant source of inspiration and drive for me, and honestly, even when we hate one another, I doubt there is anyone I love more on this entire fucking planet. Alas, I cannot find a pic of her California piece, so you’ll just have to wonder.
That brings me to my birthday. I am getting ink for my 32nd birthday. I want both pieces, but I am legit torn as to what to get first, so here are the graphics similar to what I want. Comment, pull me aside, send me a text message re: your thoughts. Rest assured that though I’m not yet sharing the reasoning behind each, they have deep, heartfelt meaning for me:
So yeah, not sharing the stories yet, nor the placement. Just keep in mind that they will not be identical to these pics, there will be personalization (esp the vine), and that both will eventually happen. Question is, which should I get first?
People I’m willing to claim as San Diegans: Adam Lambert, Robert Duvall, Cameron Diaz, Raquel Welch, Jerry Trainor, Stephanie Seymore, Jennie Ketcham, Rupaul, Kendra Wilkenson, Tony Romo, Kathy Najimy, Shaun White, Santana, Dennis Connor, Tony Gwynn, Phil Mickelson, Adam Brody, Frank Zappa, Tom DeLonge, Michelle Williams, Cleavon Little, Douglas Fairbanks, Greg Louganis, Art Linkletter, Annette Bening, Mario Lopez, Marion Ross, Robin Wright, Jimmie Johnson, Cameron Crowe, Eric Close, Marcus Allen, Ted Danson, Dr. Seuss, Mathew Modine, Tony Hawk, Cliff Roberston, Gregory Peck, Jerry Lewis, Bill Murray, Ravi Shankar, Ted Williams, Larry Wilcox, Dennis Hopper, Jim Croce, Sally Ride, Dick Van Dyke, Jonas Salk, Jimmy Durante
Non-San Diegans: Aaron Rodgers, Jim Parsons, Carson Palmer, Mark Ruffalo, James Avery, Michael Richards, Bennicio Del Toro, Whoopi Goldberg, Bill Gates, Pattie Page, Regis Philbin, Peter Allen, Mike Judge, Jewel, Eddie Vedder, Barbra Streisand, Tom Waits, Archie Moore, Frankie Laine, Victor Mature, Janet Jackson, Wally Schirra, Merv Griffin, Tori Spelling, Robert Kardashian, Lawrence Welk
Note: Just because you were born here, or now own a home here does not make you a San Diegan, @NBCSanDiego. If you grew up here, went to college here and then stayed, etc., then we’ll consider you. Renting a house here once while your hubby filmed a TV Show (Streisand) or managing to kick the bucket in our fair city makes you little more than a tourista.