Major props to Ricky and everyone who helped getting our new design blog together. Launched today. Know about it.
I can’t justify looking for someone else to love knowing you exist. If I was surrounded by everyone in the world, I’d still be lonely without you right infront of me.
No matter where I’m at or who I’m with, I will only ever need you.
I’m officially closing my Tumblr (for now). All the content I felt like ranting about or cool stuff I found will be either polished and posted at The Donut Project, or put somewhere else.
This Tumblr isn’t going away forever though. I will end up using it to either document my senior project as it progresses, or use it as my photography blog.
Obviously a re-design is well overdue, and once TDP is redesigned, my own identity is closer to the top of the shit-to-do list, and will take into consideration every place I am on the interwebs. It’ll be a huge job but I think it’s important to do if I ever wanna get the fuck outta Ohio (and I do).
So stay tuned, subscribe to TDP, and I will still be following the tumblr peoples. Too much cool stuff not to keep looking.
Thanks kiddos.
—R
My Top 5 Artists (Week Ending 2009-4-19) -
Imported from Last.fm Tumblr by JoeLaz
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“You can tell when I’m really bearing down and doing some serious work until 3-4am by my music listens. The Who and The Beatles = I’m working like mad.”
My Top 5 Artists (Week Ending 2009-4-12) -
Imported from Last.fm Tumblr by JoeLaz
viafrank: Number of Pirates Killed by Each President big. crush.
18 months after buying it – I finally finished it and rode it today.
(I need to get in shape, yikes)
((Still making adjustments, i.e. seat post height?))
“To be truly challenging, a voyage, like a life, must rest on a firm foundation of financial unrest. Otherwise, you are doomed to a routine traverse, the kind known to yachtsmen who play with their boats at sea… cruising, it is called. Voyaging belongs to seamen, and to the wanderers of the world who cannot, or will not, fit in. If you are contemplating a voyage and you have the means, abandon the venture until your fortunes change. Only then will you know what the sea is all about. “I’ve always wanted to sail to the south seas, but I can’t afford it.” What these men can’t afford is not to go. They are enmeshed in the cancerous discipline of security. And in the worship of security we fling our lives beneath the wheels of routine - and before we know it our lives are gone. What does a man need - really need? A few pounds of food each day, heat and shelter, six feet to lie down in - and some form of working activity that will yield a sense of accomplishment. That’s all - in the material sense, and we know it. But we are brainwashed by our economic system until we end up in a tomb beneath a pyramid of time payments, mortgages, preposterous gadgetry, playthings that divert our attention for the sheer idiocy of the charade. The years thunder by, the dreams of youth grow dim where they lie caked in dust on the shelves of patience. Before we know it, the tomb is sealed. Where, then, lies the answer? In choice. Which shall it be: bankruptcy of purse or bankruptcy of life?” — actor Sterling Hayden, from his autobiography, Wanderer (via bendelaney)