September 30th, 2015 by Bekah Brunstetter
From The Histories, RELEVANT STILL:
They are very fond of wine, and no one is allowed to vomit or urinate in the presence of another person.
YEP MAKES SENSE!
If an important decision is to be made, they discuss the question when they are drunk, and the following day the master of the house where the discussion was held submits their decision for reconsideration when they are sober. Conversely, any decision they make when they are sober, it is reconsidered afterwards when they are drunk.
OH YOU MEAN LIKE HOW I ALREADY LIVE MY LIFE?
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September 29th, 2015 by Bekah Brunstetter
This country should have a music president who is in charge of keeping music relevant and alive. THIS MAN SHOULD BE THIS PRESIDENT. A cast recording of his show Hamilton appeared on NPR last week, and it is quite literally all anyone can talk about. His music is addictive and at the same time personal and universal, reflects the country as it is right now, is full of the most wonderful contradictions. Here is an interview if you’d like to be equally obsessed, in which he talks about marrying parts of himself, as he grew into the songwriter he is today: “Growing up is learning how to bring all of your self into the same room.” I want to know everything about him / take piano lessons from him / go back in time to a Fugees concert with him / also wear that shirt / vote for him for the Music President of the United States.
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September 28th, 2015 by Bekah Brunstetter
It’s the birthday of my kind and generous and patient and handsome to boot manfriend / roommate / activity partner! HAPPY BDAY J, MY LOVE FOR YOU IS MORE THAN GUMMY BEARS WHICH AS YOU KNOW IS REALLY SAYING A LOT! I don’t know how I got so lucky but let’s not like draw attention to it so that They don’t figure it out.
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September 27th, 2015 by Bekah Brunstetter
Hi, I like mindless tasks and surmountable challenges. Please just tell me to fold or unfold a stack of things. Lately I have been longing for some sort of tactile yet sort of mindless yet sort of creative activity, a girl and me version of video games. I saw a reading last week with a piano with it and was overcome with a visceral remembering of how I used to play, and how I was sort of okay, and how it made me feel, and how like 900 times since then, whenever I see a piano, I wish that I remembered How enough to sit down and just play it. And so, I have shoved this new friend into my living room!
I will aim for Joni Mitchell covers, I will take chopsticks / one handed baptist hymns. PLEASE HOLD YOUR APPLAUSING!
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September 26th, 2015 by Bekah Brunstetter
I spent some time today reading some Icelandic love poems don’tworryaboutwhy. Found this beauty:
I don’t want to say to you: I love you,
for the words have lost their meaning.
But if I say to you: I want to leave you in order to return to you,
you may understand me.
But those speaking the tongue of the wind are hard to comprehend,
and the magic of the sea is bewitching.
The tongue of the wind, the magic of the sea:
old poet jargon to dupe those who see little.
Therefore I better say to you:
I love you,
as thought I had never said those words before.
- Johann Hjalmarsson
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September 25th, 2015 by Bekah Brunstetter
1.) I love my Switched at Birth co workers for life.
2.) I AM LARGER THAN MOST TO ALL HUMANS.
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September 24th, 2015 by Bekah Brunstetter
On my drive to work this AM I passed a skinny pasta truck (?) that shouted at me that in fact SKINNY PEOPLE EAT PASTA, not just italian grandmas and tiny women in movies. I am ashamed of my instantaneous and nearly violent reaction as a I almost caused an accident, swerving to see. Can it be true? Can I finally drown in a vat of fettucine alfredo, my tiny body sinking towards the butter collecting on the bottom? Can I make a bed of soft raviolis and sink into, tinily, slowly? CAN IT BE TRUE?
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September 23rd, 2015 by Bekah Brunstetter
I’ve been reading some Old Norse poems from the Elder Edda, YOU KNOW, LIKE YOU DO. My favorite so far are from Sayings of the High One, which is basically an advice column penned by Odin the God of War and also star of American Gods him very self. He’s gruff, practical, amicable, and definitely thinks you should eat before you hang out with friends so that you’re not starving.
Some personal favorites:
A stupid man stays awake all night pondering his problems; he’s worn out when morning comes and whatever was, still is.
Moderately wise a man should be — don’t wish for too much wisdom; a man’s heart is seldom happy if he is truly wise.
A man does well to eat a hearty meal before he visits friends, or he sits around glumly acting starved and finds words for very few.
Get up early if you are after another man’s life or money; a sleeping wolf will seldom make a kill nor a warrior win lying down.
Drink ale by the fireside, skate on the ice, buy lean steeds and bloodstained swords, fatten horses in the stable, a dog in your home. Never trust what a maiden tells you nor count any woman constant; their hearts are turned on a potter’s wheel.
I TOTALLY AGREE ODIN, YOU KNOW EVERYTHING.
….NO WAIT ACTUALLY I JUST CHANGED MY MIND.
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September 22nd, 2015 by Bekah Brunstetter
Inside of every grown woman is a little girl who wishes she was wearing a figure skating costume. Well, this halloween, we can appease this little girl AND ALSO DONALD TRUMP. SEE YOU THEREEEEEEEEEEEE!
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September 21st, 2015 by Bekah Brunstetter
Hi, it’s me, grown up girl woman still defining her faith! I love when I meet or read about or Terry Gross tells me about people who believe in God in a true yet unconventional way. Most recently: I caught an interview with this incredible woman, Nadia Bolz-Weber, an addict turned Lutheran preacher. She’s redefining what it is to have faith, and re-invigorating a group of people who have felt pushed out the organization surrounding faith. That’s what church is, at its heart: faith. So many factors complicate that simple core. Christians are pressured to present that they’re perfect, forcing all human flaws into the closet until said closet door bursts and out pours buckets of sins. But she admits that it’s meant to be messy:
That’s what is challenging to me about Christianity is that exact thing — being forced to look at your own stuff and being pushed into a space of grace that’s really, really uncomfortable.
Isn’t that great? It’s not meant to be effortless or wonderful or dreamy or cloud-like. Faith is the discomfort of therapy, of looking at old pictures of your self, of reading old poems you wrote, confronting head on the weird things you cling to, your own igornorance and fears – then letting them all go, and looking Up.
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