“But if handed an actual basketball, I would instantly begin to cry. For me, doing sports was like meeting the Disney characters at Disney World. On TV I loved Mickey Mouse, but when I met the actual real-life Mickey, or rather, his impersonator, and he tried to hug me in his warm fuzzy suit, I recoiled in fear.”
- Mindy Kaling, Is Everyone Hanging Out Without Me? (And Other Concerns)
Que vont charmant masques et bergamasques
Jouant du luth et dansant et quasi
Tristes sous leurs déguisements fantasques.
Tout en chantant sur le mode mineur
L’amour vainqueur et la vie opportune
Ils n’ont pas l’air de croire à leur bonheur
Et leur chanson se mêle au clair de lune,
Au calme clair de lune triste et beau,
Qui fait rêver les oiseaux dans les arbres
Et sangloter d’extase les jets d’eau,
Les grands jets d’eau sveltes parmi les marbres.
There are some nights where the safety and purity of your white sheets feel more like home, more so than my room surrounded by relics of college and high school.
I’ve always been an avid reader, so much so that I asked for a Kindle for Christmas mainly because I’ve run out of room on my bookshelves (and have run out of room for MORE bookshelves). I find it much easier to read on my Kindle fire in bed, and of the seven or eight books I’ve read since January, five have been e-books. I hate that I can not share books I particularly enjoyed easily (I would love so much to pass on The LIfe of Pi andThe Lover’s Dictionary), but that has been my only real complaint.
I do find it interesting that e-book readers tend to read more books annually, according to this article. My personal theory is that I tend to read more quickly on my Kindle Fire than with a printed book, a theory that a few other e-reader friends have agreed with, which allows me to read a greater quantity of books.
Kudos to my handsome boyfriend for this shot of Kibibi at the National Zoo. There were so many people, and my short self was unable to see the active gorillas.
