Trust everyone. But brand your calves.

High Country News

Paul Simon on “Here’s the Thing”

Yehuda HaLevi, “To Love What Death Can Touch”

’Tis a fearful thing
to love what death can touch.
A fearful thing
to love, to hope, to dream, to be—
to be,
And oh, to lose.
A thing for fools, this,
And a holy thing,
a holy thing
to love.
For your life has lived in me,
your laugh once lifted me,
your word was gift to me.
To remember this brings painful joy.
’Tis a human thing, love,
a holy thing, to love
what death has touched.

by dru1138

If I see a picture of, like, a pomegranate on it, I basically think, “You know what, this doesn’t work, but it’s harmless, because these people don’t know what they’re talking about, and it’s just a fruit.” But if I see a picture of a molecule on it, I’m like, “You know what? These people know enough to be dangerous.”

Do By Friday, “Problematic Clog”

Luck don’t live out here. Luck lives in the city. Don’t live out here. It lives where you get hit by a bus or not. Whether your bank gets robbed or not … That’s winning or losing. Out here it’s whether you survive or you surrender. Period. That’s determined by your strength and by your spirit. Wolves don’t kill unlucky deer—they kill the weak ones. And you fought for your life. Now you get to walk away with it. You get to go home.

Wind River

People ask me what I do in winter when there’s no baseball. I’ll tell you what I do. I stare out the window and wait for spring.

Rogers Hornsby

This place smells like incense and death. I prefer the smell of shit and life.

The Young Pope

Donald Rumsfeld, “Rumsfeld’s Rules”