Not sure if hungry or just bored
Art of Dreamworks -
Prince of Egypt- landscapes
Today I am grateful that the word Grief exists. I extend my gratitude to the family of words surrounding though not necessarily directly related to Grief – sorrow, wellaway, lackaday, lamentation, sadness, tribulation, keening, anguish, misery, dolorous, atrabilious, mourning, lugubrious, wayment, heartbreak, wretchedness, tristifical…the list trundles on.
My 17 year old dog died this afternoon and in place of her mischievous eyes, tongue lolling and good natured tail wagging is a great intrusive emptiness.
Grief is hideous, like a relentless monster that threatens to crush your breath with its infernal weight and punishing claws, seeking to snuff out any Joy remaining in your heart and mind. After a few hungry bites and lacerations from the Grief Monster, all Hope flees your body and hides in some far off place, trembling with fear. When a loss is still fresh but you’re all cried out, sometimes one’s consciousness escapes into an Asphodelian numbness so that Grief is momentarily confused and frozen, unable to continue its chase because the Fog of Numb is its temporary blindfold.
But when one’s loss recedes, even if just a little, I can then reflect that despite all this sorrow, I can be glad that the word Grief exists to describe what Grief is. Though of course words can be dissatisfactory and not robust enough to represent the gamut of human experience, I am nonetheless grateful because it means countless people before me recognised the importance of having such a word which in turn means they too experienced a devastating and irrevocable loss thus in the end, this reminds me that we can only experience Grief, if we also feel Love and if we feel Love, it means there was a chance that Care and Kindness was involved too…and this is enough to entice Hope to return to me.
These sentences are quite choppy and I am not pleased with my botched attempt at explaining my thoughts as each word had to be dragged out through a haze of exhausted sadness so rather than razor sharp clarity, I have disjointed ideas pushing and shoving each other before collapsing in a heap but all I really wanted to point out in a rather roundabout way is that words represent our collective memories and serve as a reminder that we are not always alone in our experiences. Language is the rich canvas we are forced to paint.
1. deep mental anguish or sorrow, as that arising from bereavement.
2. a source of deep mental anguish.
3. annoyance or frustration.
4. trouble or difficulty.
5. Archaic: a grievance.
Etymology: Middle English gref, grief < Anglo-French gref; see grieve - Middle English greven, grieven < Old French grever < Latin gravāre, “to burden”, derivative of gravis, “heavy”.
give us the child
CHILI PEPPER DAT BITCH YAS
Here’s a 28 second video of me exploring an abandoned house. I should have recorded more. Not sure what I was thinking. Lets just call this a teaser.
Fillion on Twitter, this one’s from 2013 but I only found it today :)
IT DOES NOT MATTER WHAT KIND OF WRITER YOU ARE YOU CAN BE WRITING: POEMS, FANFICS, IDK NORMAL FICS, NOVELS, SHORT STORIES, IDK ANYTHING!! JUST REBLOG!!!
you’re telling me a chicken fried this rice?
The recent release of “Dawn of the Planet of the Apes" reminded me of one of my favorite ape vs. man films – this 1932 video that shows a baby chimpanzee and a baby human undergoing the same basic psychological tests.
Its gets weirder – the human baby (Donald) and the chimpanzee baby (Gua) were both raised as humans by their biological/adopted father Winthrop Niles Kellogg. Kellogg was a comparative psychologist fascinated by the interplay between nature and nurture, and he devised a fascinating (and questionably ethical) experiment to study it:
Suppose an anthropoid were taken into a typical human family at the day of birth and reared as a child. Suppose he were fed upon a bottle, clothed, washed, bathed, fondled, and given a characteristically human environment; that he were spoken to like the human infant from the moment of parturition; that he had an adopted human mother and an adopted human father.
First, Kellogg had to convince his pregnant wife he wasn’t crazy:
…the enthusiasm of one of us met with so much resistance from the other that it appeared likely we could never come to an agreement upon whether or not we should even attempt such an undertaking.
She apparently gave in, because Donald and Gua were raised, for nine months, as brother and sister. Much like Caesar in the “Planet of the Apes” movies, Gua developed faster than her “brother,” and often outperformed him in tasks. But she soon hit a cognitive wall, and the experiment came to an end. (Probably for the best, as Donald had begun to speak chimpanzee.)
This is the most adorable experiment that has ever been done.
"It was with Esther that the Nerdfighter community came together and helped the Harry Potter Alliance win 250,000 dollars. And Hank, it was because of Esther that on Esther Day I told you that I love you (which I do, although I don’t want to talk about it). And even though Esther has died we will continue to do projects with her. Because it will be when we work to decrease World Suck and when we show our love for others that Esther will be with us most."
Esther Day is around the corner! Don’t forget to let us know what you’re planning by using the #estherday tag.
You can learn more about the Esther Day project here.
“where are you going to college”
“what do you want to go to college for”
“have you decided what you want to do with the rest of your life based on 12 years of studying material that has little real world practical applicability”