When I was first married, my husband said I was one of the bravest people he knew. When I asked him why, he said because I was complete coward but went ahead and did things anyhow.

–Pema Chödrön

She’s my newest hero ❤️

#advancedsoul

Peeps, here’s something to soothe your soul. If you need that kinda thing today. If not, even better.

And yeah, he’s only 18.

#musicvideos #petitbiscuit

Baby Ruth, you sweet bitch.

#photos #snacks

#photos #shadows

Audio (MP3): 20180320 - Not caring what other people think

Abstract

I think all that jive about “not caring what other people think” is mostly bullshit.

Exhibit A

When I puff out my chest and chant the “I don’t care what they think“ mantra, it feels like I’m just giving myself a free pass to act like an asshole. And really I’m probably doing something I shouldn’t be doing or just did something I shouldn’t have done.

Read more →

Here I am driving home on the first day of Spring, mother-cluckers! 🎉

#photos #selfies

The Resistance: Fighting What We Hate, Saving What We Love

by JOHN PAVLOVITZ

“We’re going to win this war, not by fighting what we hate, but saving what we love.”

It is a poignant moment in the film, and a beautiful sounding sentiment—but I’m not sure I totally agree with it.

The words remind me of the scoldings I’ve received from people about my forcefulness and anger in recent days, about my volume and my ferocity in opposing things happening here in America. It reminds me of the reprimands of people uncomfortable with other’s methodology, who always seem to imagine a quieter, more passive, more benign activism than what they are seeing.

Rose’s words seem to quietly echo the popular admonishment: “I know what you’re against, not what you’re for.”

I disagree that such a one-sided declaration is ever possible.
I think it’s really clear who and what we love, by what we oppose and what we hate.
I contest the assertion that you can either be loving—or you can be angry.
I don’t believe that there is some clear, undisputed line dividing the acceptable ground for loving people to tread from that which is off-limits for them.
I resist the idea that matters of the heart are confined to the palatable and the pleasant.

No real reason for me to chime in here other than to say that I’m overly eager and at times borderline preachy with the things I care most about.

#advancedsoul

Here’s what I need to know today:

Coexisting with people that freak out regularly, routinely, and reliably is something I should be good at.

#protip

Don’t ever assume you have red sauce in the fridge or in the cupboard. Because one day you’ll be staring blankly at a colander full of ricotta and romano stuffed raviolis with nothing to cover them in. Like an asshole.

Opining and whining for the 1/3 bottle of Newman‘s marinara that you threw away only days ago because who the hell can do anything with a third jar of red sauce?

And then Guy Fieri will show up clutching half a bunned hotdog in one paw and the other half a hotdog in his mouth like a chewed-up cigar, belittling you that this is the very reason why you don’t have your own Food Network cooking show.

But then you say, “fuck it, I do what I want” and hurl the pasta raviolis into the deep-well cast-iron, already heated and lubed with Trader Giotto’s olive oil, while cat looks on with confused yet salivating eyes.

“Cat,” you say to her, “we shall go on to the end. We shall cook with growing confidence and growing strength in the air. We shall defend our pastas, whatever the cost may be.”

And then later when you and Maggie are watching the episode of Lost where Hurley jump-starts the VW bus and you guys are eating those lightly seared raviolis sprinkled with salt, pepper, and more cheese Alton Brown may very well show up with the local press and declare you a true culinary hero.

#photos #culinarynews

I could get where I’m going a lot quicker if people in front of me would drive faster 🤔

#trafficnews