HAS THIS BEEN DONE YET?? WELL IT HAS NOW

caspar: what is that music?

leif: i'm teaching peter to breakdance.

caspar: y- you're teaching the robot to breakdance while i'm telling you about my problems?

leif: i'm also trying to hack into norad while you're telling me about your problems. i can multitask!

adhd king

“Here is an essential principal of education: to teach details is to bring confusion; to establish the relationship between things is to bring knowledge.”

— Maria Montessori, from From Childhood to Adolescence

Interviewer: where do you see yourself in 5 years?

Me: I used escapist fantasies as a coping mechanism to get through years of trauma and therefore never learned how to plan for a real life future

enough paintings of saints where they're looking heavenward in ecstatic agony or down with love and mercy on their onlookers as they ascend. we need more paintings where the martyr is looking accusatorily directly at the viewer.

imagine finding a fossil that at first seems like an ancient human, but once you actually take samples of it, you find out it's a 17 million year old fossil, and it's a perfect dna match to you.

Listen to me. Listen to me. Listen to me. Listen to me.

I know there is a lot of discourse (tm) around this right now but listen to me

sometimes you do just have to lie to children.

Keep your messaging simple:

“Trump fired everyone in charge of airplane safety, and a week later planes started crashing into each other.”

That’s it. That’s the messaging. Don’t get bogged down disputing Trump’s false claims. Just blame him, in short and repeatable sentences.

Sausage, Peppers & Onions

Sausage, peppers and onions. It’s genius. Those Italians were really onto something with this. It reminds me of every holiday at my mom and dad’s…it’s pretty much a staple. I added mushrooms because they sop up lots of sauce and flavor…and mushrooms just make everything much better.

Paleolicious Ingredients:

1 lb sweet Italian pork sausage (or whatever you prefer)

2 red peppers, sliced

2 yellow peppers, sliced

2 onions, sliced

4 cloves of garlic, chopped

1 (10oz) container of baby bella mushrooms, sliced

1 (15oz) can diced tomatoes

½ c chicken broth

¼ c extra virgin olive oil

2 tbsp tomato paste

1 tsp salt

1 tsp ground black pepper

1 tsp dried basil

½ red pepper flakes (optional)

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Heat the olive oil in a skillet over medium heat. Add the sausage and cook until brown on both sides, about 10 minutes. Remove the sausages from the pan. 

Add the onions, peppers, mushrooms, salt and pepper to the oil and cook over medium heat for about 5 minutes. While the veggies are sautéing, slice the sausage into 1 inch cubes and set aside. Add the garlic and basil and cook another 5 minutes.

Next, stir in the tomato paste. Add the diced tomatoes, chicken broth and red pepper flakes and let simmer. Stir in the cubed sausages and let sit on low-medium heat for about 30 minutes, until the sauce reduces and thickens a bit.

*My sausages weren’t cooked all the way through, so I did cook them a little more in a separate pan for a couple extra minutes before adding them to the mix*

If you’re not paleo, these would make a scrumptious sandwich on an Italian roll. But since we are paleo, we won’t do that…we will enjoy it straight from a bowl. And if we really want to act like cavemen (and cave-ladies) just use your hands. I’m kidding…please don’t do that.

dark academia but you live in the countryside

wax jackets (barbour or similar) with lots of pockets… you can carry so many books in a poacher’s pocket

battered leather boots that were smart once

walking through a village graveyard with the sun at your back, warming you slightly in the crisp morning

always carrying a pocketknife (opinels are preferable)

tweed jackets - practical and warm (and classic da)

sketching the animals and plants around you and pinning them up in your room

collecting insects and labelling them neatly in their boxes

finding a sun-bleached sheep skull on a mountainside and taking it home

wandering across fields and moors with no particular aim in mind, and a hip flask full of whisky to keep you warm

stone churches in tiny villages, the smell of old bibles, sun through stained glass windows

taking a stack of books down to the river to sit and read in the sun

riding your bike down to the village library, occupying the only table for the afternoon

paddling barefoot down freezing streams, trousers rolled to your knees, cutting your feet on the rocks and feeling alive