figarobot:

figarobot:

one time in music school i was so competitive that when i lost a concerto competition, i learned one of the winner’s pieces in two weeks and played it in a recital the day before the winners’ concert

and another time i lost an aria competition so within a week i took the winners piece and used it as the audition for an opera that i got the lead in over him 

SHADE



#no t  #no shade.  


pet peeve

abbyjean:

"bilingual" and "ESL" are not the same as "spanish-speaker." there are a whole lot of students in the US for whom english is not their first language and their first/home language is something other than spanish. we can’t pretend that having spanish-speaking teachers in every classroom means there will be no more language problems. we also can’t pretend that translating materials and curriculums into spanish means that there will be no more language problems. bilingual is a lot broader than spanish-speaking.

AMEN! I’ve had a lot of people be like “just translate it into spanish!” and I’m like, “but what about the nepali, chinese, arabic, koren, or other language learners???????”





juliansballclenchingfalsetto:

*debates whether to buy something* *imagines aziz ansari saying “treat yo self”* *treats self*

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The center, the day, that gives meaning to all days and therefore to all time, is that yearly commemoration of Christ’s Resurrection at Easter. This is always the end and the beginning. We are always living after Easter, and we are always going toward Easter.
Alexander Schmemann, Easter in the Liturgical Year

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So, friends, every day do something
that won’t compute. Love the Lord.
Love the world. Work for nothing.
Take all that you have and be poor.
Love someone who does not deserve it.
Denounce the government and embrace
the flag. Hope to live in that free
republic for which it stands.
Give your approval to all you cannot
understand. Praise ignorance, for what man
has not encountered he has not destroyed.

Ask the questions that have no answers.
Invest in the millennium. Plant sequoias.
Say that your main crop is the forest
that you did not plant,
that you will not live to harvest.
Say that the leaves are harvested
when they have rotted into the mold.
Call that profit. Prophesy such returns.

Put your faith in the two inches of humus
that will build under the trees
every thousand years.
Listen to carrion – put your ear
close, and hear the faint chattering
of the songs that are to come.
Expect the end of the world. Laugh.
Laughter is immeasurable. Be joyful
though you have considered all the facts.

Go with your love to the fields.
Lie down in the shade. Rest your head
in her lap. Swear allegiance
to what is nighest your thoughts.
As soon as the generals and the politicos
can predict the motions of your mind,
lose it. Leave it as a sign
to mark the false trail, the way
you didn’t go. Be like the fox
who makes more tracks than necessary,
some in the wrong direction.
Practice resurrection.


– Wendell Berry (via ohzeitgeist)

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grammaticalfiction:

sweetpeche:

reblog for easter

I’m glad this is still making the rounds!

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From the far star points of his pinned extremities,
cold inched in—black ice and squid ink—
till the hung flesh was empty.
Lonely in that void even for pain,
he missed his splintered feet,
the human stare buried in his face.
He ached for two hands made of meat
he could reach to the end of.
In the corpse’s core, the stone fist
of his heart began to bang
on the stiff chest’s door, and breath spilled
back into that battered shape. Now it’s your limbs he comes to fill, as warm water
shatters at birth, rivering every way.

Descending Theology: The Resurrection by Mary Karr : Poetry Magazine

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ubi caritas et amor, Deus ibi est.
– (via justkeepbreathingnow)

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On the night when he was betrayed, Christ gathered with his faltering friends for a meal that tasted of freedom…


#maundy thursday  #holy week  


jaylanun:

jaylanun:

You better iron your clothes before you go to church

Because He must increase and you must de-crease






ruinedchildhood:

me as a teacher

But really. This would earn me a lot of points.

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