beenthinking:

We meant to take it easier, find a shortish hike and head back to camp for leisure time. But our memory of Chicken Foot Lake toward the end of the Mosquito Flats Trail pulled us another six or seven miles and all along that stretch of ridiculously pristine mountain glory we talked and talked and forgot about our aching knees and the idea of rest. The cheddar and pear pie we’d had for late breakfast at Pie in the Sky (because they run out by noon; it really is that good) carried us until we broke out a lazy little lunch and a giant beer to split and fed pepitas to wild mouse / bunny hybrid animals and felt dirty and happy like you only can after days of wearing out your body. Back at camp, the moon was just this tiny finger nail clip over the range and all the stars had the night to themselves to howl out from the cosmos. “Is that the milky way?” we kept asking each other, because when was the last time we found darkness deep enough to see that? And when I’d wake up to pee in the middle of the night — that dreaded cold black walk to the woods when the whole world is silent and crouched, waiting — I’d stare up at them again. Thinking maybe I dreamed a few of the layers, a few of these quilts and nets and pools of lights tangled up into each other like headlights in some traffic jam, a million light years away.
#no filter

It was so good to get away together. To be exhausted by earth and brought low at the majesty of rocks older than the oldest tress; older than dinosaurs even. It was a chance, in the modern world of instant communication and opinion and offense, to look up at that breathtaking shine of stars and galaxies of stars so bright and so limitless and know “I am nothing, I am nothing, I am nothing.”

beenthinking:

We meant to take it easier, find a shortish hike and head back to camp for leisure time. But our memory of Chicken Foot Lake toward the end of the Mosquito Flats Trail pulled us another six or seven miles and all along that stretch of ridiculously pristine mountain glory we talked and talked and forgot about our aching knees and the idea of rest. The cheddar and pear pie we’d had for late breakfast at Pie in the Sky (because they run out by noon; it really is that good) carried us until we broke out a lazy little lunch and a giant beer to split and fed pepitas to wild mouse / bunny hybrid animals and felt dirty and happy like you only can after days of wearing out your body. Back at camp, the moon was just this tiny finger nail clip over the range and all the stars had the night to themselves to howl out from the cosmos. “Is that the milky way?” we kept asking each other, because when was the last time we found darkness deep enough to see that? And when I’d wake up to pee in the middle of the night — that dreaded cold black walk to the woods when the whole world is silent and crouched, waiting — I’d stare up at them again. Thinking maybe I dreamed a few of the layers, a few of these quilts and nets and pools of lights tangled up into each other like headlights in some traffic jam, a million light years away.

#no filter

It was so good to get away together. To be exhausted by earth and brought low at the majesty of rocks older than the oldest tress; older than dinosaurs even. It was a chance, in the modern world of instant communication and opinion and offense, to look up at that breathtaking shine of stars and galaxies of stars so bright and so limitless and know “I am nothing, I am nothing, I am nothing.”

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Reading California while camping might be making me freak out a little bit.

Reading California while camping might be making me freak out a little bit.

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Hi, I did the ice bucket challenge because I had to. I’m not proud of it. But here are some organizations that I am proud to support in addition to the ALS foundation:

You should donate too! Then we’d be donation buddies! Anyway, enjoy me dumping water on my head.

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kenyatta:


His name, he revealed, was Christopher Thomas Knight. Born on December 7, 1965. He said he had no address, no vehicle, did not file a tax return, and did not receive mail. He said he lived in the woods.
"For how long?" wondered Perkins-Vance.
Knight thought for a bit, then asked when the Chernobyl nuclear-plant disaster occurred. He had long ago lost the habit of marking time in months or years; this was just a news event he happened to remember. The nuclear meltdown took place in 1986, the same year, Knight said, he went to live in the woods. He was 20 years old at the time, not long out of high school. He was now 47, a middle-aged man.
Knight stated that over all those years he slept only in a tent. He never lit a fire, for fear that smoke would give his camp away. He moved strictly at night. He said he didn’t know if his parents were alive or dead. He’d not made one phone call or driven in a car or spent any money. He had never in his life sent an e-mail or even seen the Internet.

(via The Strange Tale of the North Pond Hermit)
h/t mememolly

This Michael Finkel story is incredibly weird and amazing!

kenyatta:

His name, he revealed, was Christopher Thomas Knight. Born on December 7, 1965. He said he had no address, no vehicle, did not file a tax return, and did not receive mail. He said he lived in the woods.

"For how long?" wondered Perkins-Vance.

Knight thought for a bit, then asked when the Chernobyl nuclear-plant disaster occurred. He had long ago lost the habit of marking time in months or years; this was just a news event he happened to remember. The nuclear meltdown took place in 1986, the same year, Knight said, he went to live in the woods. He was 20 years old at the time, not long out of high school. He was now 47, a middle-aged man.

Knight stated that over all those years he slept only in a tent. He never lit a fire, for fear that smoke would give his camp away. He moved strictly at night. He said he didn’t know if his parents were alive or dead. He’d not made one phone call or driven in a car or spent any money. He had never in his life sent an e-mail or even seen the Internet.

(via The Strange Tale of the North Pond Hermit)

h/t mememolly

This Michael Finkel story is incredibly weird and amazing!

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beenthinking:

Our dear, trouble-making, generous-hearted friends Shannon and Kecia challenged us to do the ALS Ice Bucket Challenge. In an effort to repent for my skeptical / too-cool-for-school attitude about this campaign, I decided to go all out. Public beach. Chicken suit. No dignity. We are very happy to donate to ALS research and two other causes close to my heart: World Vision and humanitarian aid for civilians in the Gaza Strip.

monsterbeard had the brilliant idea to put ice cubes in ocean water and reduce water waste during LA’s drought. And amongst others, we are delighted to nominate headingtowardsimplicity. Love you!!

This woman is my hero.

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It’s a bourbon day

It’s a bourbon day

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How to fix a sagging drawer bottom in eight easy steps.

(with captions!)

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I darf you very gerp!
Also, pretty sure Lee Pace addressing the class can be a new meme.

I darf you very gerp!

Also, pretty sure Lee Pace addressing the class can be a new meme.

(Source: ifyoucantwell)

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A slightly different experience compared to certain other countries making the news right now. From the article (emphasis mine):

The Icelandic police department said officers involved will go through grief counseling. And the police department has already apologized to the family of the man who died — though not necessarily because they did anything wrong.

"I think it’s respectful," Arnorsdottir says, “because no one wants to take another person’s life.”

(Source: nomadsoul)

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nystic:

this is important please spread

I dunno, these things are awfully tricky. Sure, yes, all available evidence suggests Michael Brown was gunned down while surrendered in a manner that would generally be classified as murder. But I dunno… why would a cop ever do anything wrong? Let’s just take the cops’ word for it, close this investigation, and agree that everything is fine!

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