Epitomy of Us

setyourspiritfree: nuclearbummer: this is my new favorite...

Sun, 27 May 2012 04:02:06 -0400

nuclearbummer:

this is my new favorite video

Hercules reads his script entirely wrong
(reads the word disappointed, when he was supposed to sound disappointed)

Stage directions… LMAO. I’m still laughing.

I want you to be on me.

Thu, 15 Mar 2012 23:19:51 -0400

I want you to be on me.

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Tue, 13 Mar 2012 12:16:31 -0400

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Tue, 13 Mar 2012 04:17:43 -0400

generaldopeness: goddess.

Wed, 02 Mar 2011 06:04:02 -0500

generaldopeness:

goddess.

List of songs that are obviously about murder

Sun, 27 Feb 2011 06:57:25 -0500

generaldopeness:

It Ends Tonight by All American Rejects

No Air by Jordin Sparks

Take You Down by Chris Brown

We had more Dana, what were they? One was about forgiveness…do you remember?

Snakes, I hate Snakes.

Wed, 26 Jan 2011 22:17:00 -0500

My dad, Moy (his girlfriend), and I drove out of Hua Hin, down a road windier then you can imagine, to the edge Thailand. At the Burma border, the jungle is so thick and green and deep, that you can imagine Indiana Jones dodging booby traps left and right in order to find a hidden temple, filled with golden Buddha idols (but only the Indiana Jones from Raiders, Temple, or Last Crusade - I like to pretend that there’s a world where the last movie just didn’t happen).

Light tangles through the branches and bamboo that hang down over the path, and you can almost see the heat, seeming to come not from the sun, but from the earth, warm and alive.

“Are there snakes here?” I asked Moy. “Yes, there snakes, they big, be careful,” she answered, in her Thaiglish. As soon as she said that, I began to question every branch and vine, every leaf (one of many things that Indiana Jones and I have in common is that we hate snakes). As I started to tell Moy about my intense fear of snakes, she said “you no talk snake, snake come if you talk.” And, as if talking or thinking about snakes were an invocation of them, a perfect green snake crossed the path ahead of us.

It wasn’t so bad.

I made my way ahead of my dad and Moy, who didn’t want to finish the trek to the waterfall that involved hanging on to thick rope and walking a very thin path. As their voices went soft, tangled in the thick branches, I began to think about what Moy said: “snake come if you talk.” I thought about how that idea seemed like the opposite in life. I have a tendency to worry about things, to plan things, to be anxious about things and this, in effect, keeps things from happening. Or, if what I want to happen, does happen, all that worrying makes it somehow less fulfilling. When I let go of what I think my life should look like, things are always infinitely more beautiful because I can just appreciate life for what it is. I realize that this is basic stuff, but it’s something I am still learning and continue to learn.

After the waterfall, as we made our way back down the snake shaped road, I thought about a lot of things. I thought about Indiana Jones, and snakes, and Emily Dickinson, and Bonnie ‘Prince’ Billy, and thin paths, and thick rope, and holding on. And then I thought:

Life is in the letting go.

(sorry if you thought this was going to be a spooky post about snakes - you should know better)

This is our theme song for our trip. We will be posting some of...

Sun, 30 May 2010 12:16:44 -0400

This is our theme song for our trip. We will be posting some of the music we’ve been listening to for you guys.

Ryan Reynolds

Mon, 11 May 2009 18:28:56 -0400

Boyfriend: So, I'm not gay or anything, but I could watch Ryan Reynolds chop wood all day...
Brian: Yeah...pretty much.

"You know how when Beyonce has to go on stage and be all fabulous she calls herself “Sasha..."

Sat, 25 Apr 2009 15:30:00 -0400

“You know how when Beyonce has to go on stage and be all fabulous she calls herself “Sasha Feirce?” Well when “Sasha Fierce” has to go out and be super fabulous she calls herself “Kelly Cramer””

- Me (Who votes that Obsessed looks like the worst/best movie ever?)

American Idol

Thu, 23 Apr 2009 00:33:16 -0400

Mom: (After discoving Adam Lambert is openly gay) You know, why would he want to win something like this?
Me: Well, it's a great opportunity and besides, it's not like American Idol hates gays or anything, I mean, they let Ryan Secrest host the show.

Mental Vacation...

Mon, 13 Apr 2009 23:30:15 -0400

…So I have a confession to make: I am thirsty for travel, it’s the kind of thrist that doesn’t exist in your throat and isn’t signified by a dry tounge. It’s more of a thirst from somewhere beneath my skin. The skin on my face says, “send me to a different climate,” the skin on the bottom of my feet exclaims “let me dip into dirt, or sand, or water…I am tired of pavement and shoes,” the skin on my lips whines “no more Flavor’s or white wine, I want something that you plucked from the tree it grew on,” but the skin around my eyesbrows is the most upset “I’m tired,” it cries, “it hurts to be in constant strain, I forget what release feels like, I want you so stop concentrating so hard so that I can get some rest,” every inch of my skin tells me, “let’s go somewhere else.”

It’s on these days that I forget that Phil is not allowed to take more than a week off work, I imagine that I have no papers, or reading, or group projects, no obligations or responsibilities, I pretend to let my skin make the decisions, that the only thing of any importance is my need to be on the move, that there is nothing dragging behind me, making me slow and tired and distracted. I imagine that there is nothing on the back of my mind, my mind has no back, just a front, that looks forward and points me in different directions. But not too far forward: just as far as the next plane ticket or meal. No degrees, no jobs, no worries.

These days are hard. I don’t mean to sound like I have a hard life, it’s wonderful. But when my skin is so thirsty that I fear it will slide off me in search of something new, sometimes I cry, or yell, or feel lonely (not for a person or even a place, but the absence of place, but for the feeling that I belong everywhere at once)

I once heard someone say that they never had the desire to travel, that they loved their home, and felt that they could experience the world through books and pictures. But traveling doesn’t make you forget about home, and it doesn’t mean that you don’t love your home, it is not a forgetting but a realization: Home is not a door, a roof, a bed, windows. Home is much bigger than that. It is not the town you grew up in, or the place you were you were most happy. The more places I visit, the more I taste, feel, see, smell, hear, the bigger and bigger home becomes. Home is not a place, it’s a feeling. And it’s not as simple as where your heart is. It can happen anywhere and anytime, in sound: of a loved one really laughing, in feeling: of flight, whether it’s on a zipline, in a car, on a plane, in taste: of something that reminds you of childhood, in moments: when you find something forgotten, whether it’s a friend, a necklace, or a passage from a well-read book.

I said home is a feeling, but I was wrong. It is a moment. A moment when your skin tells you that you are exactly where you are supposed to be.

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Mon, 13 Apr 2009 22:52:09 -0400

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Mon, 13 Apr 2009 22:49:39 -0400

If this is not the coolest movie poster you’ve ever seen...

Tue, 17 Mar 2009 21:05:41 -0400

If this is not the coolest movie poster you’ve ever seen then my name isn’t Kelly.

Vintage Harrison Ford = So Cool!

Sat, 14 Mar 2009 12:58:14 -0400

Vintage Harrison Ford = So Cool!

Seth Rogen as Kahlo, I love these Vanity Fair pictures!

Wed, 11 Mar 2009 18:52:00 -0400

Seth Rogen as Kahlo, I love these Vanity Fair pictures!

oh my goodness, Gob as Han Solo, perhaps my two favorite...

Wed, 11 Mar 2009 18:50:05 -0400

oh my goodness, Gob as Han Solo, perhaps my two favorite characters ever!

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Wed, 11 Mar 2009 03:49:46 -0400

"Gravitation cannot be held responsible for people falling in love. How on earth can you explain in..."

Wed, 11 Mar 2009 03:47:39 -0400

“Gravitation cannot be held responsible for people falling in love. How on earth can you explain in terms of chemistry and physics so important a biological phenomenon as first love? Put your hand on a stove for a minute and it seems like an hour. Sit with that special girl for an hour and it seems like a minute. That’s relativity.”

- Einstein