Hey followers of Aspiringslacker! Though i’ve loved this blog, I wanted to start blogging about stuff a little more related to my book life and less related to my personal life, so i’ve started a NEW BLOG!!
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love,
your friend Sarah Beth the Librarian
I haven’t tumblred in forever. but this important issue brought me back. I just got over my quarter life crisis, and I’m starting to wonder when these “sociologists” are going to realize that this isn’t a crisis, it’s just… life. Also, thanks, Chris Kelly, for expressing the EXACT feeling I had when I first saw this article.
Dear Whomever Coined The Term “Thrisis” As A Way Of Describing People That Are About To Turn 30 And Are Also Wondering What To Do With Their Lives,
OHMYGODSHUTTHEFUCKUP!!!!!!!
Love,
Chris Kelly
Boyfriend and I had this same conversation a few weeks ago, minus the Jackie Brown, plus cooking some chicken.
Watching Jackie Brown for the first time last night, I kept getting distracted by crucial dialog because of my intense fondness for music of The Delfonics. Later I admitted to Dave that I first learned of “Didn’t I Blow Your Mind This Time” because NKOTB covered it.
Hey, at least I’m honest!
“‘We’ll be Friends Forever, won’t we, Pooh?’ asked Piglet.
‘Even longer,’ Pooh answered.”
— A.A. Milne, Winnie-the-Pooh
I love this photostrip of me and boyfriend, because we start out cute and normal and then aww we’re ctue and adorable and then wha? is he licking me and then we’re all fuck it let’s just drink some coffee and not look at the camera in this here photobooth, which is just so obviously how we WOULD be.
Also, I think this is one of the rare things that really should be posted on facebook and not tumblr, except that facebook won’t let me post this picture. not in any format, album, wall post— nothing. so here it is because I love this picture so much and want it on the internets FOREVER. And ever and ever and ever.
Fried chicken; roast pig; wild and tame turkeys, ducks and geese; venison just killed; squirrels, rabbits, pheasants, partridges, prairie chickens; homemade bacon and ham; hot biscuits, hot batter-cakes, hot buckwheat cakes, hot “wheatbread,” hot rolls, hot corn pone; fresh corn boiled on the ear, succotash, butter-beans, string beans, tomatoes, peas, Irish potatoes, sweet potatoes; buttermilk, sweet milk, “clabber”; watermelons, musk melons, cantaloupes — all fresh from the garden — apple pie, peach pie, pumpkin pie, apple dumplings, peach cobbler — I can’t remember the rest. The way that certain things were cooked was perhaps the main splendor — particularly a certain few of the dishes. For instance, the corn bread, the hot biscuits and wheatbread and the fried chicken. These things have never been properly cooked in the North — in fact, no one there is able to learn the art, so far as my experience goes. The North thinks it knows how to make corn bread, but this is gross superstition. Perhaps no bread in the world is quite as good as Southern corn bread, and perhaps no bread in the world is quite so bad as the Northern imitation of it.
Mark Twain regarding southern food in the 1840’s, via Papercuts, via ”97 Orchard: An Edible History of Five Immigrant Families in One New York Tenement” by Jane Ziegelman.
In a word, YES.
(via 52books)
Yep. That about sums it up.
Drawing shut the Venetian blinds will give the view from your window a hundred little horizons.
if you know, you know. i know, and want.
I love librar* button from the Shelf Check Zazzle store
Want.
That is so perfect.
I CANT GET ENOUGH.
As she read, at peace with the world and happy as only a little girl could be with a fine book and a little bowl of candy, and all alone in the house, the leaf shadows shifted and the afternoon passed.
