Category: daily

in which my brother teaches me about street fighter (and therein, about life)

  • stop button mashing even if that’s your primal instinct!
  • be patient.
  • observing can be as important as taking action.
  • rather than focusing only on your own character, remember that it’s even more important to watch your opponent first.
  • both your offensive and defensive strategies should come from what your opponent is doing.
  • timing is everything!
  • high blocks, low blocks, and throw escapes only work if you’re watching what your opponent does.
  • run in the right direction.
  • sometimes you have to protect yourself rather than attacking.
  • rose, if you resort to button mashing again, you do worse!
  • stop gripping so hard, you’re just causing more stress for yourself and it’s not going to have the impact you want. just hold the joystick like a wine glass and relax.
  • remember to have some fun, it’s not that big of a deal.
  • seriously, learn how to throw a fireball.

Did any world not begin with love?

Love, by its very nature, is unworldly, and it is for this reason rather than its rarity that it is not only apolitical but antipolitical, perhaps the most powerful of all antipolitical forces.

— Hannah Arendt

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Did we not walk through the woods side by side, our hearts bursting with as much light as there was shining through the trees?

Did we not meet on an airplane, our ears popping, but speaking louder to each other in Spanish about literature and South American poetry?

Did you not put your arm around me for the first time while walking down Crosby Street?

Did we not kiss with the Empire State building watching us?

Did we not grow up together, under the same sky? Are we not growing old together now, walking the same earth?

Did we not run through the leaves together, marveling at the sound?

Did we not break bread together, bandages on fingers and coffee in hand?

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Did I not think of you while watching the city skyline from a distance; the shadowy outlines of Manhattan coming to life in the morning after shedding itself from the mist and fog of the night?

Did you not surprise me with flowers one spring day?

Did you not disappoint me with your absence one summer night?

Did we not wake at the same time to hear the owl’s song?

Did you not send me a quiet message-in-a-bottle: “The opposite of faith is not doubt: It is certainty. That might be the opposite of love, as well.”

Did you not sit on the other side of the door while I was weeping, your voice reaching for mine?

Did you not sing to me as I fell asleep?

Did we not stand, a river apart, wondering how the other was sleeping?

Are we not countries apart now, thinking of the same thing?

Are we not all of different skin colors and religions and even political beliefs, yet marveling all the same at these little details of love?

Did any revolution not begin with hope? Did any winter not end with spring? Did any change not begin with doubt? Did any world not begin with love?

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inevitable futures (koi no yokan)

hey, hi.

last night, fell asleep to the sound of the moon with my hair and eyes still wet and glistening from the beauty of summer. the fan spinning slowly above me, my whole body tingling from the midwest air.

in this critical state, i accidentally bought the books i wanted to read you lines from, because it’s the final way i have left to send you love letters.

(in Stranger Things, we learn that we will find every way possible to communicate across voids, even if it involves stringing up hundreds of Christmas lights in the living room.)

today, Rebecca Perry puts it just right: