i have always, and will always judge people by their intentions, not the outcome of their actions. but my experiences in the past 1-2years have caused me to realize that most people do not. i understand deeply that outcomes are all that matter, really. because outcomes represent the tangible reality. they are the tangible realities. in the grand scheme of things, outcomes and realities are the ones that mold future events.
intentions are intangible. they are important only to those who consider them important.
just a collection of random food links i chanced across recently:
1. The Best Salted Caramel Brownies You’ll Ever Have”/a> spotted at joanna goddard, which just looks so incredibly fudgey and luscious.
(picure from joanna goddard)
2. The Best Homemade doughnuts you’ll ever have, also from joanna goddard. i have to try these receipes one day.
(picure from joanna goddard)
3. and the thin-pattied burger from greasy spoon indie diner Au Chevral. LOOKS AMAZEBALLS. GIMME GIMME
(picture from au chevral’s tumblr)
4. Nutella-stuffed Brown Butter Sea Salt Chocolate Chip Cookies
oh.dear lord. what’s not to like?
pictures from the picture book Misao the Big Mama and Fukumaru the Cat by japanese photographer Miyoko Ihara. Her grandmother Misao found Fukumaru as an odd-eyed kitten in a shed, and the pair has been inseparable ever since. the photographer captured these cute, previous moments over the course of 12 years. Really speaks volumes about the human-animal bond.
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by Margaret Atwood
I would like to watch you sleeping,
which may not happen.
I would like to watch you,
sleeping. I would like to sleep
with you, to enter
your sleep as its smooth dark wave
slides over my head
and walk with you through that lucent
wavering forest of bluegreen leaves
with its watery sun & three moons
towards the cave where you must descend,
towards your worst fear
I would like to give you the silver
branch, the small white flower, the one
word that will protect you
from the grief at the center
of your dream, from the grief
at the center I would like to follow
you up the long stairway
again & become
the boat that would row you back
carefully, a flame
in two cupped hands
to where your body lies
beside me, and as you enter
it as easily as breathing in
I would like to be the air
that inhabits you for a moment
only. I would like to be that unnoticed
& that necessary.
there is still something, about the suffering of our little creatures, that makes me go WHY?
in this line, i experience, from time to time, suffering that makes me feel so helpless. suffering that makes me wish euthanasia wasn’t the best solution, that makes me wish death wasn’t quite so inevitable.
there is something quite disgusting about cancer; the way it strangles, invades, incapacitates and consumes.
Kings of Convenience – Me in You (Official video) from FPV-Leif on Vimeo.
ahh kings of convenience. cannot quite believe i’ve been listening to them for the past 8 years. i am growing old. but you can always count on KOC for some good tunes on a rainy, laid-back day. this music video has great visuals.
a word i didn’t think i’d still use today. i thought i’d left it behind me for good, together with those emotional, angsty teenage years.
but this unmistakable ennui still creeps up on me. i never notice its absence but i certainly feel its presence. it creeps up at the most unexpected moments – sometimes i wake up with it, and others when i’m at work, or at the gym, or.. i guess it frequently occurs when i’m alone. and then there it hovers, like a cloud over my head, coloring my life a most mundane grey, reminding me of that unexplainable vacuum within my self.
this whole WHAT IS MY EXISTENCE ABOUT WHAT IS MY PURPOSE WHAT AM I DOING WITH THIS LIFE WHERE DO WE GO FROM HERE? is like the elephant in the room that refuses to leave, no, not until i acknowledge its existence AND figure out what to do with it.
just because something makes sense / is logical, doesn’t mean it’s true.
isn’t it ironic, that while i’d rather be socrates dissatisfied, i also want to never be bitter. can the two co-exist?
i want to be socrates dissatisfied – to be as aware as i can be – of myself and my surroundings… i guess… i want to know as much of the truth as possible. but the truth hurts, and therein lies the problem. with awareness we become aware both of the positive and negative potential of a subject/situation, and oftentimes the former causes us to be disappointed with reality.
help me, god, to be as aware as i can be without being bitter.
i think if we live beyond a certain age, most of us will be broken to varying extents. i accept this brokenness, but god, please, god, never let me die with bitterness or anger festering in my heart.