EMILY A. GRIM

I have a photography Tumblr here;
I try to post semi-frequently on my other blog.

by day, I work as a content & community manager at an advertising agency in Atlanta's West Midtown.
I am into the local food movement, living sustainably and stretching. Any opinions expressed here are my own.

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whatshouldwecallme:

Other people my age:

Me:

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“Thrift Shop - Literal MS Paint”

the Literal MS Paint series is always impeccably awesome.

This weekend has been brought to you by a ridic amount of work, wine, and Girl Scout cookies. It could be so much worse.

The spots on the walls stand out—where our heads rested. While it thunders and lightnings I lie on the bed and go through wild dreams. We’re in Seville and then in Fez and then in Capri and then in Havana. We’re journeying constantly, but there is always a machine and books, and your body is always close to me and the look in your eyes never changes. People are saying we will be miserable, we will regret, but we are happy, we are laughing always, we are singing. We are talking Spanish and French and Arabic and Turkish. We are admitted everywhere and they strew our path with flowers.

Henry Miller to Anaïs Nin (1932).

From A Literate Passion: Letters of Anaïs Nin and Henry Miller, 1932-1953, h/t Letters of Note

Thom Yorke participating in the Harlem Shake meme. In my opinion this is the only acceptable version of what is a stupid trend. Thom’s got moves! Zang!

stoicmike:

You have to become old, but you don’t have to become stubborn, grouchy and difficult.

Number XX in a creative cascade of LXXV new collages based on epigrams from my next book, “The Quotable Stoic.” - Michael Lipsey

Some wise words for a busy Thursday.

So, so lovely. Phoebe Wahl is one of my newest favorites.

I think that focusing all experiences through the lens of the Internet is an example of not being able to see history through the eyes of others, to be so enamored of one’s present time that one cannot see that the world was once elsewise and was not about you. Has Google appropriated the word ‘search’? If so, I find it sad. Search is a deep human yearning, an ancient trope in the recorded history of human life.

Ellen Ullman (via maudnewton, whose Salon article lives here)