It takes a particular kind of man to want an embroidered polo player astride his left nipple. Occasionally, when I am tired and emotional, or consumed with self-dislike, I try to imagine myself as someone else, a wearer of Yarmouth shirts and fleecy sweats, of windbreakers and rugged Tyler shorts, of baseball caps with polo players where the section of the brain that concerns itself with aesthetics is supposed to be. But the hour passes. Good men return from fighting Satan in the wilderness the stronger for their struggle, and so do I. The winner of the 2010 Man Booker Prize, Howard Jacobson, brims with life in this collection of his most acclaimed journalism. From the unusual disposal of his father-in-law's ashes and the cultural wasteland of Chitty Chitty Bang Bang to the melancholy sensuality of Leonard Cohen and desolation of Wagner's tragedies, Jacobson writes with all the thunder and joy of a man possessed. Absurdity piles upon absurdity, and glorious sentences weave together to create a hilarious, heartbreaking and uniquely human collection. This book is not just a series of parts, but an irresistible, unputdownable sum which triumphantly out-Thurbers Thurber.

Is it possible to love someone without liking them? I am sure you are reading this and thinking in your head, “Whatever he is on, it must be a really good one”… Well, don’t conclude that I am high just yet. Come along with me as I show you what I mean by this topic. ... Read more

Energetic Defense Systems chart by Barbara Ann Brennan I also often do what I say I never do. In fact, when I hear myself say the word ‘never’, I know that soon enough I’m …

The Scary Witch Halloween rhythm game is a fun musical listening game for Halloween. It is both educational and also a bit daring too!

“Uhhhhhhhh my first #dbh fanart from HOWEVER LONG AGOOOOO #HankCon”

What would it look like to be there for yourself? It might look like showing up for the heartache with a little more love than you’re used to giving yourself. It could sound like a sigh of relief after you’ve said “I think I might be enough.” Whatever it means, these poems are reminders that you’re not on your own.

We all have our favorite teachers. We all have teachers whose guts we hated. And then, regardless of our own stance, many of us have teachers who we simply respected—like, dislike, it didn’t matter. We respected them for whatever they did.

the girlies from Chain of Iron!! This started out as a doodle page and ended up as... whatever this is! Anyway I love them all to death :) Hope you all like it!!! This piece + some closeups are also…