Albert Einstein’s office at the Institute for Advanced Study in Princeton, New Jersey, photographed just as he left it.
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(Taken with Instagram at University Pointe at College Station)
Photo reblogged from The Paris Review
Not too old, not young anymore,
almost three dozen years gone by.
Not a failure, not a success—
my first real job, a job to grow old in.
Some potential, too lazy to use it;
I’d watch TV but I like the window more.
My money gets spent when I have it;
cheap food tastes good too, and a small room’s enough.
Even a smaller room would be fine,
a shelf of old books, guitar with no amp.
The books I just flip through and don’t worry about too much,
the guitar is for noodling around on my own.
Mornings on the bus; I get to the office late.
Evenings it’s back home, go to bed early.
Working out’s too much trouble, and my body’s all right,
some belly to keep me company.
So there you have it, day by day, month after month.
Rereading this poem taped to the wall—
that’s the only reason I wrote it.
No genius, not stupid either.
—Damion Searls, “808 A.D.”
Art Credit Kevin Chupik
Photo reblogged from MissSonjabee
My heart is absolutely broken 💔 Jake, adored Alaskan Malamute went missing on Monday the 17th of Sept, last seen in Grovedale, may be heading back to the Geelong west area! His microchip details are all current, Please… If anyone sees or hears anything do not hesitate to contact me or @haughbag! We miss him so much and so dose our other dog Memphis! Love u Jakey 😔 #geelong #lostdog #lost #dog #lostdog #please #help #heartbroken #missed #loved #wewanthimhome (Taken with Instagram)
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Waiting Room by LeahStunts on Flickr.
such colour as had ever been there, had long ago started away on lost sunbeams—got itself absorbed, perhaps, into flowers, butterflies, plumage of birds, precious stones… Charles Dickens, Little Dorrit
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Ode
We are the music makers,
And we are the dreamers of dreams,
Wandering by lone sea-breakers,
And sitting by desolate streams;—
World-losers and world-forsakers,
On whom the pale moon gleams:
Yet we are the movers and shakers
Of the world for ever, it seems.
Arthur O’Shaughnessy
Post reblogged from Chris Boulos
I lost an M&M in my bed and I CAN’T FUCKING FIND IT!
Where the fuck could it have possibly have gone?! DID IT JUMP INTO A TINY FUCKING TARDIS AND GO INTO THE EDGE OF TIME AND FUCKING SPACEEEEEEE!?
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