just a little bit of anything
brought a tear to my eye. Please have more desis engaging in positive change in public forums! Anything will help to create attitudinal shifts so that our generation (and the next one and the one after that) will hopefully advance to the point where we don’t have the same discussions about gender roles, career expectations, and good, traditional, “Indian” values.
Marking the 450th Anniversary of William Shakespeare’s Birth
Every year at the end of April, a celebration of the life and works of the great playwright William Shakespeare takes place in the market town of Stratford-upon-Avon, England. Shakespeare was born there in 1564 and cultural celebrations in Stratford’s streets, with entertainers, street performers and traditional Morris dancers, go back hundreds of years.
From his plays to his sonnets, Shakespeare’s extensive works have produced a legacy of characters, ideas, histories and, of course, words—it is thought he contributed more than 2,000 to the English language. His plays are a staple on many school curriculums, and continue to be reinterpreted on stage, rewritten in fiction and retold on screen.
The man himself is still very much a mystery and few details exist about his private life. Shakespeare married Anne Hathaway with whom he bore three children, before relocating to London to pursue his acting and writing career. He died at the age of 52 on April 23, 1616—a date which fell very near to his birthday in the same month (the exact date is unknown).
This year marks the 450th anniversary of Shakespeare’s birth and, on Saturday, a special procession will take place in Stratford, ending with celebrants laying flowers on Shakespeare’s grave in the Holy Trinity Church. The world-renowned Royal Shakespeare Company will also host a full program of shows.
There’s a quiet joy to be found in watching a movie like Trouble With the Curve. Not only for the outstanding acting, the wonderful plot or the fact that it has the legendary Clint Eastwood…although those are all great reasons to enjoy it.
Rather, look for its subtle message. The kind that beckons to you from the stands. It’s right there as Clint’s character is listening for it - a sound. A ridiculous notion to most, but you can’t help wanting to believe that such a thing exists. You lean in closer to make sure you didn’t miss it.
A pure sound. A sense of utter surety that who you are and what you do is exactly where you want to be. You want to be on those benches, leaning forward eagerly to catch the sound of a ball hitting a mitt then looking satisfied at the great man himself because you heard it. You want to be that person in a job you know you were made for, know how to do so well that no one can deny it. The rhythm of life comes so naturally to you that the steps don’t need to be taught. You just hear the music and dance.
Too often we’re the daughter, driven to be something else or to make someone else happy. Why can’t we be the person who hears that pure sound - the calling of a life we can’t wait for no matter how many hours it takes or how many hotels we sleep in or how many hot dogs we eat along the way? Once we arrive, once we can close our eyes and hear it, you just can’t turn away.
You’d think the movie would depress. After all, we’re not doing something as great as watching baseball games all day long. I can’t help feeling a twinge of jealousy. Why can’t I be the old fart in the stands with cataracts? Yet the message is too delightful to be jealous - I could be jealous of Julie Roberts in Eat Pay Love, but you can’t take those feelings away with this movie. All you do is smile as the credits roll and wonder what it takes to be that grumpy old codger with his daughter on one side and a hand to his ear piece, listening for the ball as the game begins.
Moscow at night (x)
If you can’t reblog this…
(( That moment when a really popular post has an EXO gif permanently attached to it. ))
This post hasn’t even hit 1 million yet….
This post hasn’t hit half a million notes yet
I normally don’t do with the judging, but this is VERY appropriate right now.
If you do not reblog this, you are in fact lying.
Hey, don’t you fucking scroll down
Two kinds of people in this world. The people that admit to mourning the death of a fictional character and the dirty fucking liars
I’m just a kid from Brooklyn.
Amid continued debate over whether or not Sochi is prepared to host the 2014 Olympics, which begins Thursday, reporters from around the world are starting to check into local hotels — to their apparent grief. Some journalists arriving in Sochi are describing appalling conditions in the housing there, where only six of nine media hotels are ready for guests. Hotels are still under construction. Water, if it’s running, isn’t drinkable. One German photographer told the AP over the weekend that his hotel still had stray dogs and construction workers wandering in and out of rooms.
More entertaining than the actual Olympics could ever be.
This here is the Sochi coverage I’ll follow.
I’m a little worried about the conditions the athletes will be competing in and some of the initial reports are worrying.
Oh my God.
Is it too late to ask London to host the Olympics again?
I’ve had this table and chair set for over a year. It was a gift from a friend who was looking to upgrade and knew I needed a table set -best gift ever!
But I’ve always liked the clean lines and slight yellow of a distressed farm table. So after several months of internet research and, more importantly, psyching myself up to do the work, I’m finally sanding and painting the table and chairs. As you can see from the pictures, I completed the table yesterday. Now I’m working on the chairs….and they are no easy task. The sanding alone took forever on one chair and the paint is taking about four-five coats to cover up…phew.
I’m using Behr antique white, some cheap primer and Min Wax polyacrylic to seal it.
Fingers crossed I get this done before Christmas!!