| Brad Gilbert: | Do you have a tweener between your legs? |
| Novak Djokovic: | No. I have something else between my legs. Don’t worry, I won't show it to you tonight. |
Good luck at your first day of grad school! I’m really excited for you. I’m sure you find this hideously embarrassing, so I hope it is reblogged by the masses for all tumblr nerds to see.
Did somebody say ‘hideously embarrassing’?
I don’t want to hijack the conversation, but I thought I’d share my experience anyways. I don’t know how to use Read More on Markdown, so if this is TL, DR. Never mind, I figured it out.
Terracina.
It was one of my favorite days.
Good things that can happen when you go to Centennial Park:
- Gets your ass off the couch
- It was a lovely evening and the dancing was fun to watch
- The Parthenon looks great at night
- The sounds of fireworks in the distance
- You can get olives from friendly neighborhood Tumblrs (they are delicious—thanks so much!)
Sing to me of the man, Muse, the man who bravely sought,
in fair Hellenic isles, respite from labor’s
endless stress and taxing working hours
Many unknown cities he saw, and their hotels,
many missed connections he suffered, much
upsetting turbulence and vile airline food.
Tell now, Muse, how valiantly he strove
against the blocks and barriers of unkind fate.
In my case, it would be more like
Sing the rage of her who, that one time,
Almost could not leave the shores of Greece
Because the visa extension she had requested months prior
Had been held up by the vicissitudes of bureaucracy
And then, upon boarding, was delayed for five hours.
Begin, Muse, when she had to fly to Frankfurt then Munich,
Before she could finally alight at frickin’ O’Hare.
tennroof asked: We hit Kroger. I have olives for you. Come to the park tonight to collect!
I am so there.
Plato: Symposium
This is the only work of Plato I can read without being angry. I’m just not that invested in Greek philosophy.
