"The seventy-five years and twenty million dollars expended on the Grant Study points to a straightforward five-word conclusion: Happiness is love. Full stop."
Director of Harvard University’s Grant Study, the longest-running longitudinal study of human development in history
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In honor of Halloween, a little window into a world that is stranger than fiction: the customer reviews on the “Adult Sexy Chucky Costume”:
MINI DADDY (ADRIANSITO) EL NIÑO MAS BONITO (by FaiLlTv)
No, no one hacked my tumblr account. As a resident of East LA, this video can be seen to represent my connection to the culture. Enjoy.
"I wanted to choose words that even you would have to be changed by."
Adrienne Rich, from “Implosions”
"You got to have fun at this, or it’ll drive you nuts."
Author Elmore Leonard (1926-2013)
The walls were painted a deep red. A gauzy screen was lowered to dull the August sun. The watercolor over the mantel seemed to weep in the warm light. The hearth below dry as a hearth is dry in the summer, out of place in the season.
In the days since the accident it seemed we were living in a snow globe. We were frozen in the heat of the sun. The room where we’d gathered was meant for entertaining, listening to the piano in the corner or sitting on the sofa with a glass of wine. Now we pooled into this room, to grieve, arm to arm on the sofa or a chair borrowed from the dining room table. It was a big family, over twenty of us there, but we were not whole. A stranger spoke.
“You may find,” the stranger said, “That some people will not be able to handle what you’re going through. But they’ll let you know. They’ll say ‘whoa’ that’s heavy.”
The whoa inspired a few chuckles, muffled by tears. The stranger was an unassuming man with the voice of someone used to speaking about subjects that could silence a room in seconds. Grief. Shock. Questions without answers.
They were here and then gone. My cousin and my uncle. Max with a sly smile and keen intellect. Tall, blond, kind. Unassuming and humble as his father Bill, my mother’s brother. The lead character in countless stories. The man who invested in my education and my career. The rare, the good and the impossibly bright. That is who they were.
In their living room, we asked the stranger for answers. At the end of his visit, the conversation shifted to plans for the holidays. In true form, we asked the stranger to join our summer reunion, already planned for the following August. After two hours of trying to speak of the unspeakable, we retreated into the lines we knew. Who would cook what. Did this melt the grief, if ever so slightly? I do not know. I did not have a single answer. I knew only that one room was not able to hold the love we felt for the two we’d lost. I knew only that the love we felt was boundless.
Location scouting in rural Louisiana. The owner of this house was so proud to have married off his five daughters, he hung their wedding portraits in his living room. He was a short man made taller by his cowboy boots and hat. At the time of our visit he was watching his favorite television show, Bonanza.
"The point is that everyone has a different dream. The point is that it is a grave mistake to assume your dream is in any way shared, that it’s a common dream. Not only is it not shared, not common, there is no reason to assume that other people don’t find you and your dream utterly revolting."
The character “Stanley” THE FLAMETHROWERS