Friday, March 30, 2012


Interesting things to help you procrastinate with your time:

OUTER SPACE - it's cool guys. Seriously.

Violins - I love how in the video he speaks of instruments as though they were alive. In a sense I believe this is true. They age and change with the conditions we put them through and the years we keep them. The sound grows just as we do.

A Waltz - so sweet.

Olly Olly Oxen Free - A story that you should read and enjoy because it's fantastic, and written by my cousin.

Happiness For Friday

I love his articulation.

*via wit + delight


Alfred Hitchcock’s definition of happiness

(Source:, via paulsieka)

Thursday, March 29, 2012

*illustration / by Sarah Walton

F. Scott Fitzgerald, The Great Gatsby

F. Scott Fitzgerald, The Great Gatsby

Some times dad's know just what to say.

A setting for Fruitloops

This is lovely. What fun would it be to eat your morning cereal looking up at the map, contemplating the memories of where you have been and the dreams of where you would like to go.

*picture: oldtimefriend: by 79ideas found via A 1976 Ford Bronco

Wednesday, March 28, 2012

Friday, March 23, 2012

It's Fridayyy

Lets go find a party.

*picture from Singing in the Rain (aka BEST MOVIE EVER).

Tuesday, March 20, 2012

music for onerous subjects

Oh you sly stats test you. I forgot all about your persnickety hypotheses and confidence intervals. We have a lot to work out tonight if we are to get along thursday...


Sunday, March 18, 2012

Letters of Note

Letters of Note is a fascinating collection of correspondence. I've reblogged Respected Paternal Relative below, but I'm also particularly fond of I like words and well I like them all.

In April of 1866, the future author of Treasure Island, Robert Louis Stevenson, wrote the following letter to his father and expertly asked for some money. He was just 15 years of age at the time.

(Source: The Letters of Robert Louis Stevenson, Vol. I (1868-1880); Image: Robert Louis Stevenson, aged 15, via EdinPhoto.)



Respected Paternal Relative:

I write to make a request of the most moderate nature. Every year I have cost you an enormous—nay, elephantine—sum of money for drugs and physician's fees, and the most expensive time of the twelve months was March.

But this year the biting Oriental blasts, the howling tempests, and the general ailments of the human race have been successfully braved by yours truly.

Does not this deserve remuneration?

I appeal to your charity, I appeal to your generosity, I appeal to your justice, I appeal to your accounts, I appeal, in fine, to your purse.

My sense of generosity forbids the receipt of more—my sense of justice forbids the receipt of less—than half a crown.

Greeting from, Sir, your most affectionate and needy son,


I must say, I'd pay him.

*Reblogged from Letters of Note

Keep Calm and Carry On

The Story of Keep Calm and Carry On (by BarterBooksLtd)

*via electric violets

I never knew.

A room with a view

If I have a garden can I have this one?