“Just how destructive does a culinary preference have to be before we decide to eat something else? If contributing to the suffering of billions of animals that live miserable lives and die in horrific ways isn’t motivating, what would be? If being the number one contributor to the most serious threat facing the planet (global warming) isn’t enough, what is? And if you are tempted to put off these questions of conscience, to say not now, then when?”—Jonathan Safran Foer, Eating Animals (via uglyuglyugly)
“This sentence has five words. Here are five more words. Five-word sentences are fine. But several together become monotonous. Listen to what is happening. The writing is getting boring. The sound of it drones. It’s like a stuck record. The ear demands some variety. Now listen. I vary the sentence length, and I create music. Music. The writing sings. It has a pleasant rhythm, a lilt, a harmony. I use short sentences. And I use sentences of medium length. And sometimes, when I am certain the reader is rested, I will engage him with a sentence of considerable length, a sentence that burns with energy and builds with all the impetus of a crescendo, the roll of the drums, the crash of the cymbals—sounds that say listen to this, it is important.”—Gary Provost (via copiousyouth)
when your mom let’s you stay out past curfew and drive yourself home late at night because she is overjoyed that you have discovered possibilities other than pleasure reading and early bed times on friday nights.
there are some things in life i will never understand
and maybe you think i am talking about the range of human emotion, or certain acts of cruelty, or the apparent inevitability of human ignorance, but nope: i am talking about facebook poking wars. i just don’t understand.
AND THEN SOMETIMES THE DAY LITERALLY DISAPPEARS AND ALL I DO IS EAT AND READ AND EAT AND READ AND ALL OF A SUDDEN IT’S ELEVEN OCLOCK AND I’M SO FRUSTRATED WITH MYSELF I PROMISED MYSELF I WOULD GET SHIT DONE WHERE IN THE HECK DID THE WHOLE DAY GO
and so i cried for about twelve seconds and then i let go of all emotion, reminding myself how selfish i am, how stupid, how naive. i keep noticing how selfish i am, and i only hope that i won’t stop noticing, because i can’t bear the thought of myself being permanently caught up in all of these petty, insignificant matters, failing to recognize how fortunate i am. i must always remember that i am alive, and that there is always joy to be found in that simple fact.
At the orphanage, the plan was to take a tour and then buddy up with a kid to play with. But right when we got there, this one girl ran right up to me with a little blue helicopter so the two of us just left the group to play in the grass. I only understood a quarter of what she said to me, and i spoke with a vocabulary of about eight verbs and thirty words, but we had so much fun. I asked her what her name was about five times but i couldn’t understand her, so in my head she is the girl with the little blue helicopter. She was so adorable and somewhat sassy but mostly just happy for attention. We played together, the two of us, in our own little world for three hours.
The orphanage is run/funded by a Christian organization, so at one point we had to go to a mass. She could not have been less engaged. The entire time she was talking to me, dancing, or playing with her little blue helicopter. Afterward, we played on the swing set and at one point an airplane flew over and she got so excited, shouting one of the few words i understood: “un avion! un avion!”
My emotions were all over the place when we had to leave. Here’s this little girl, who i don’t even know her name, living with almost nothing, and i’m about to go back to marin county, with so much, and i’m probably never going to see her again. I was actually crying on the bus ride back to cantera. I don’t care about AP Physics, i don’t care about mulitvariable calculus, or ASB, or ballet, or history class, or PYC, all i care about is the girl with the little blue helicopter whose name i do not know.
She was so curious, so totally aware of everything. She was intrigued by my water bottle’s straw, captivated by the little blue helicopter’s spinning blade, and when that airplane flew over, she was so totally enthralled by the possibility of flight.
I just don’t know what I’m going to do at this point. No, wait, false. I do know. I am going to help people because although i claim to hate people, and i claim to be utterly and perpetually frustrated by them, in the end i love people, for they are so fascinating and beautiful, like the girl with the little blue helicopter.