The secret of a lesson is to leave a bruise. As the rod of iron instructs, it leaves reminders in the flesh of the lesson impressed. This should be kept in mind if one seeks to teach. It is not enough to simply impart wisdom; we must fashion wisdom as we would tie a fly: fairy hair and gossamer binding a passionate barb ( Read more... )

Thirty-three miles to the river and my mojo’s holding strong. The swamp sloshes all around and I’ll make it if that hound don’t take me first. Nothing to be done about that, I jerk a foot from the mud and march on.

Ainsley Elizabeth:

9 pounds, 14 ounces
9:44 A.M.
12-27-2004

VICTORVILLE, California (AP) -- When Marine Lance Cpl. David Battle learned he'd either have to sacrifice his ring finger or the wedding band he wore, he told doctors at a field hospital in Iraq to cut off the finger ( Read more... )

Dear people,

Could you please stop fucking dying? It's killing me.

With thanks,
Dog

this still has not passed.

Where there should be pride, there is arrogance. In place of grace, acid and venom.

A fault greater than San Andreas is singing under tension and its note is tearing my heart and country in half.

Were I to bleed now, my blue blood would turn red, yet the blood is no different. There is both a metaphor and lesson in that, somewhere.

ten hut.

It’s curious to think that a few pounds of grayish jelly in your head can hold something more perfect than anything you’ll find in the world around you. Somehow, your brain is capable of things that the rest of the world is not. That is, at least, not in any fashion that you can fathom. What’s the implication of this ( Read more... )

nuh uh.