Activity for a rainy afternoon:
- Get on public transit in any moderately sized city.
- Pick out the first ten people you see.
- Notice the richness that you find, the variations, the spectrum of humanity in the first few rows.
- Take a good look at them.
- Think about what their stories might be.
- Get off the bus.
- Go home.
- Turn on your television,
- Pick out the first ten lead characters of the first ten television shows you see, the ones set in those same sorts of cities.
- Notice which stories are missed.
n. the tendency to give up trying to talk about an experience because people are unable to relate to it—whether through envy or pity or simple foreignness—which allows it to drift away from the rest of your life story, until the memory itself feels out of place, almost mythical, wandering restlessly in the fog, no longer even looking for a place to land.
When I find the perfect rock on the ground to add to my rock collection
standing next to sunflowers always makes me feel weak like “look at this fucking flower. this flower is taller than i am. this flower is winning and i’m losing”
Wow you are not ready to hear about trees.
My offer just sent me an adorable revision guide and I think it included a condom
it was a tea bag
I drew a comic about getting married to the sea.
A few minutes ago my coworker said “The sexual position formerly known as 69 will now be referred to as 96. Due to the economy, the price of eating out has gone up.”
My boss is still crying.
Tips for doing worse in your Intro Linguistics course:
1. Remember that NLP means “neuro-linguistic programming” and “neuro-linguistic programming” only. No, don’t look it up. Just use it like this.
2. Refer to Indo-European as “Japhetic.”