There Is Beauty In The Common And Prosaic As Well As The Rare And Exceptional.
There is beauty in the common and prosaic as well as the rare and exceptional.
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Harry Dresden fans unite!
This is from a friend’s Facebook page. It was just so dieselpunk, I had to steal it for my own!
Growing up is all about getting hurt. And then getting over it. You get hurt. You recover. You move on. Odds are pretty good you're just going to get hurt again. But each time, you learn something. Each time, you come out of it a little stronger, and at some point you realize that there are more flavors of pain than coffee. There's the little empty pain of leaving something behind - graduating, taking the next step forward, walking out of something familiar and safe into the unknown. There's the big, whirling pain of life upending all of your plans and expectations. There's the sharp little pains of failure, and the more obscure aches of successes that didn't give you what you thought they would. There are the vicious, stabbing pains of hopes being torn up. The sweet little pains of finding others, giving them your love, and taking joy in their life as they grow and learn. There's the steady pain of empathy that you shrug off so you can stand beside a wounded friend and help them bear their burdens. And if you're very, very lucky, there are a very few blazing hot little pains you feel when you realize that you are standing in a moment of utter perfection, an instant of triumph, or happiness, or mirth which at the same time cannot possibly last - and yet will remain with you for life. Everyone is down on pain, because they forget something important about it: Pain is for the living. Only the dead don't feel it. Pain is a part of life. Sometimes it's a big part, and sometimes it isn't, but either way, it's part of the big puzzle, the deep music, the great game. Pain does two things: It teaches you, tells you that you're alive. Then it passes away and leaves you changed. It leaves you wiser, sometimes. Sometimes it leaves you stronger. Either way, pain leaves its mark, and everything important that will ever happen to you in life is going to involve it in one degree or another.
Harry Dresden
A cold day needs warm potato soup and freshly made bread slathered with real butter. This meal is Little Girl Approved!
1938 Zeiss Ikon 532/16 Super Ikonta B…sadly, a torn bellows has put her out of commission for now.
Update: This one was sold to another Zeiss Ikon enthusiast in New York. Hopefully it will be back in service soon! Cameras like this need to be used.
"Bulletproof" green tea.
1 tsp. matcha green tea powder
8 oz hot water (I use water that's just under boiling.)
2 tbs real butter (I use Kerrygold grass-fed butter.) OR 2 tsp ghee
1.5 tbs MCT oil (Like fractionated coconut oil or palm kernel oil.)
Place all ingredients into a blender (I use a Vitamix, but any blender will do.) Blend until a foam appears at top and all ingredients are smoothly mixed. (Takes about 15 to 20 seconds for me.) Pour into your favorite cup or mug. Enjoy hot! *Note: Add no sweetener or milk; drink it just as it is.
Because this can’t be reblogged enough.
“You’ll vote because it’s the thing to do” (1956)
