| Dory: | Hey, I just met you |
| Dory: | And this is crazy |
| Dory: | but here's my number |
| Dory: | Hey, I just met you |
| Dory: | Hey, I just met you |
| Dory: | And this is crazy |
| Dory: | but here's my number |
| Dory: | Hey, I just met you |
Morning Fluff: No one ever said napping was easy.
Some people feel like they are a square peg in a round hole; just trying to fit in.
I, however, acknowledge the fact that I am a round peg.
But not only am I a round peg, I am a round peg with a diameter small enough to fit into almost any shaped hole; the squares, the triangles, even those crazy heptagons.
I’m not a square. Or a triangle or a weird heptagon.
The places I fit in were designed specifically for squares and triangles. Even a shape as weird as a heptagon has a place were it is a perfect fit.
There is however no place where all the slightly smaller in diameter, circular pegs go to fit in with each other.
Even though I fit, I don’t belong.
Maybe that’s okay. Maybe it’s a good thing?
the eye sees
the eyes see
“Lion Cub Gives Us His Best Roar”
SO.MUCH.
CUTE.
ROAAR
I can’t wait to someday give birth to one of these!
(via mcnerdo)
Controversial Magazine Cover of the Day: When Time magazine released its mom-breastfeeding-3-year-old cover last week, Newsweek’s Tina Brown laughed and promised: “Let the games begin.”
And so they have — Newsweek released its latest cover Sunday, and the furor is directed not so much at Obama’s rainbow halo but the title of Andrew Sullivan’s accompanying story: “The First Gay President.”
Barack Obama had to come out of a different closet. He had to discover his black identity and then reconcile it with his white family, just as gays discover their homosexual identity and then have to reconcile it with their heterosexual family. The America he grew up in had no space for a boy like him: black yet enveloped by loving whiteness, estranged from a father he longed for (another common gay experience), hurtling between being a Barry and a Barack, needing an American racial identity as he grew older but chafing also against it and over-embracing it at times.
This is the gay experience: the discovery in adulthood of a community not like your own home and the struggle to belong in both places, without displacement, without alienation. It is easier today than ever. But it is never truly without emotional scar tissue. Obama learned to be black the way gays learn to be gay. And in Obama’s marriage to a professional, determined, charismatic black woman, he created a kind of family he never had before, without ever leaving his real family behind. He did the hard work of integration and managed to create a space in America for people who did not have the space to be themselves before. And then as president, he constitutionally represented us all.
The comparison of Obama’s struggle with racial identity to the struggle of coming out is quite a stretch. But as Sullivan is one of the most prominent and respected gay writers in the country, his words obviously are not meant to offend. Coining Obama “the first gay president” is merely a savvy money-making move.
Meanwhile, Brown says today: “If President Clinton was the ‘first black president’ then Obama earns every stripe in that ‘gaylo’ with last week’s gay marriage proclamation.Newsweek’s cover pays tribute to his newly ordained place in history.”
[wsj]
From The Archives: This bicycle manufacturing tutorial film from 1945 was unearthed with a nice vintage feel. The film originally was produced by the British Film Council, which makes it super legit for anglophile bike enthusiasts.
[kottke]
Mama, please don’t cry
I’m right beside you
The tears we shed together are now an irreplaceable treasure
Mama, can you hear it?
Thank you, coming from my heart
All my cries :’)
(via disneywithswank)
get it gurlfriend
This.
(Source: beyoncebeytwice, via metagrossi)
A sentient piece of toast and his raccoon caretaker are the ones really pulling the strings.
At least, the toast seems to think so in animator Laura Jane Favela‘s “Peak Condition.”