I believe that man will not merely endure: he will prevail. He is immortal, not because he alone among creatures has an inexhaustible voice, but because he has a soul, a spirit capable of compassion and sacrifice and endurance. The poet’s, the writer’s, duty is to write about these things. It is his privilege to help man endure by lifting his heart, by reminding him of the courage and honor and hope and pride and compassion and pity and sacrifice which have been the glory of his past. The poet’s voice need not merely be the record of man, it can be one of the props, the pillars to help him endure and prevail.

- William Faulkner, Nobel Prize acceptance speech, 1950

I’m back and going

Ecuador has made me want to keep my thoughts tightly bound in a journal. adios until I feel like posting something again, tumblr.

this needed to be recorded somewhere on the Internet

Marty:	do dogs have eyebrows?
Jenny:	no, I don't think so.
Marty:	yeah, I guess their whole body is an eyebrow.

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Dog Days Are Over, Florence + the Machine

…and we’re back!

Oken Oken Videos does Miley Cyrus. there was a hurricane, but it’s summertime, so really, you can only look forward to more.

disclaimer: we know we are retarded, yes.

Lindsay and I are starting a blog about cooking. it was mostly inspired by my friend Natalie’s blog (which everyone should read) and will chronicle our cooking adventures, together and apart. it’s not quite up-and-running yet, though tonight we made some really delicious stuff that you’ll be reading about soon at www.twosisterscooking.wordpress.com. check it!

welcome home, Jenny! the dog has already devoured one pair of your underwear.

there’s no place like home, there’s no place like home, there’s no place like home.

yeah…home…

in Houston…whatever

eh…Sex and the City 2 does not look good

teehee