“You know, I have so many people to thank for being here, but I really have to thank Facebook. When I first heard about the campaign to get me to host Saturday Night Live I didn’t know what Facebook was, and now that I do know what it is I have to say it sounds like a huge waste of time. I would never say that people on it are losers, but that’s only because I’m polite. People say “But Betty, Facebook is a great way to connect with old friends.” Well at my age if I want to connect with old friends I need a Ouji board. Needless to say we didn’t have Facebook when I was growing up. We had Phonebook, but you wouldn’t waste an afternoon on it. Facebook just sounds like a drag. In my day seeing pictures of people’s vacations was considered a punishment. And when we were kids, we didn’t say we were single. We were kids! It was weird if we weren’t single! Yes, we had poking, but it wasn’t something you did on a computer. It was something you did on a hayride. Under a blanket. Oh, sorry.” - Betty White, SNL monologue
“Mamihlapinatapai is a word from the Yaghan language of Tierra del Fuego, listed in The Guinness Book of World Records as the “most succinct word”, and is considered one of the hardest words to translate. It describes “a look shared by two people with each wishing that the other will initiate something that both desire but which neither one wants to start.” This could perhaps be translated more as “eye-contact implying ‘after you…’”. A more literal approximation is “ending up mutually at a loss as to what to do about each other.”—
“For Attractive lips, speak words of kindness. For lovely eyes, seek out the good in people. For a slim figure, share your food with the hungry. For beautiful hair, let a child run their fingers through it once a day. For poise, walk with the knowledge that you never walk alone. People, more than things, have to be restored, renewed, revived, reclaimed, and redeemed. Remember, if you ever need a helping hand, you will find one at the end of each of your arms. As you grow older, you will discover that you have two hands, one for helping yourself and the other for helping others.”—Audrey Hepburn (via atomos)
at 2:54 this begins, whilst listening to fragile bird, by city and colour. it is at this very moment i realize that i, myself, am a ‘fragile bird’. i’ve become fascinated with a few of mr. Bob Dylan’s words, reading: “no one is free. even the birds are chained to the sky.” being home has me feeling trapped and sensitive. being a scorpio, i am very in touch with many emotions and feelings that some people never recognize in their entire life and these feelings have not been very positive in the past month. i’ve become increasingly sensitive to the words and actions of those around me, and have felt like i am stuck in a life, in a state rather, that i cannot escape nor improve. its one of those states where nothing feels good enough, feeling unappreciated. i love doing little things for people that i think will brighten their day or that they will enjoy and when those things go unnoticed and criticized i become very lethargic and upset. things aren’t going in ways that i would like, and i know that this too, shall pass as have many other moments when i’ve felt this way, but i am doubting myself and my ability to deal. i know i don’t handle change well, but once im settled, all is well but this time feels a bit different; not as if the world is on my shoulders, but that it is suffocating me. in one word, i feel inadequate and this feeling lingers like a bad storm. i suppose i need to be a counter-argument for mr. Dylan’s words again and move back to london, the rolling, flourishing hills of my urban, hectic life.