New Illustration: Space Sirens
The last remaining astronaut watched helplessly as his comrades left the ship one by one and were carried away. He told himself that he would not succumb the way his shipmates had; he knew he would struggle. But the creatures, if they could even be called that, somehow seemed to know him, and when his turn came and the singing of the cosmos reached a crescendo in his ears, his mind emptied of all but the desire to join them in the void. Gazing into the creature’s face, he mused on how tender, how gentle its embrace seemed to be, and even as his oxygen supply dwindled he did not resist.
I think of you often.
So if you’re a college student and also the praying sort, I feel it is my duty to let you know that there is, in fact, a patron saint of test takers and poor students.
His name is Joseph of Cupertino, and the story goes that when he went to be examined for Minor Orders, he prayed for God’s intercession the night before because (due to learning difficulties) he was really only proficient in the knowledge of one subject. On the day of his examination he was asked about the one thing he happened to know about, and answered so well that he got in based on that one question alone.
Just to drive it home, this is the prayer for his intercession:
O Great St. Joseph of Cupertino who while on earth did obtain from God the grace to be asked at your examination only the questions you knew, obtain for me a like favour in the examinations for which I am now preparing. In return I promise to make you known and cause you to be invoked.
They always tell this story at the last mass before finals where I go to college. For obvious reasons. He also levitated due to his ecstatic visions. That happened a lot, apparently.
This has been Children’s Fun Fact: Religion Corner.
i can’t believe I didn’t think about this earlier but
Electric President’s “Good Morning, Hypocrite” is the perfect transhumanism song for cyborgs who struggle with a desperate desire to be more human, less machine
Our hands, our mouths, our brains, our lungs: they’re just machines.
These hearts are all that we’ve got left, and they don’t beat.
the saviors of the broken, the beaten and the damned.
He used to say, sometimes you need to do something bad to stop you from doing something worse.
six things every girl will ALWAYS have in her purse:
- another smaller purse
- an aging picture of ringo starr
- a six pack of heineken
- the complete box set of every season of Deadliest Catch
- the hat you thought you lost at Disneyland when you were 5
- a tiny, infinitely dense marble that contains our own universe
belinsky asked you: top five quotes of 2013
- to return to an earlier theme— “it’s the city where i earned my crown” from dizzee rascal’s ‘love this town’, which is a song i hope someone STAPLES TO DAVID CAMERON’S FACE, because even the CONCEPT that someone like dizzee rascal could say that he’s the benevolent king of the east end and then be all I’M STRONGER THAN ANYTHING YOU COULD POSSIBLY IMAGINE TO THROW AT ME BECAUSE I’VE SURVIVED THINGS YOU CAN NEVER EVEN DREAM OF is one of the only things that’s given me hope in britain this year
- "The police in some cities have become an army of occupation that send brothers and fathers to jail."—David Simon, former Baltimore local news journalist and creator of The Wire, Generation Kill and Treme, in an interview about the war on drugs that I cried while reading
- “It would be easy to lay the blame on McNeal for the circumstances in which she raised her sons. But is she responsible for police officers with broken computers in their squad cars, firefighters with holes in their boots, ambulances that arrive late, a city that can’t keep its lights on and leaves its vacant buildings to the arsonist’s match, a state government that allows corpses to stack up in the morgue, multinational corporations that move away and leave poisoned fields behind, judges who let violent criminals walk the streets, school stewards who steal the children’s milk money, elected officials who loot the city, automobile executives who couldn’t manage a grocery store, or Wall Street grifters who destroyed the economy and left the nation’s children with a burden of debt? Can she be blamed for that?"—Charlie LeDuff, Detroit: An American Autopsy, his book on the decline of Detroit, which is the angriest book I have ever read in my life and I’m kind of surprised it didn’t burn my hands off while I was reading it. Charlie LeDuff writes like if he doesn’t get it out, it’ll kill him.
- "All I can say right now is the US Government is not going to be able to cover this up by jailing or murdering me. Truth is coming, and it cannot be stopped."—Edward Snowden, because. WELL.
- "At what point must a female senator raise her hand or her voice to be recognized over her male colleagues?"— Senator Leticia R. Van de Putte during Wendy Davis’s abortion filibuster, because FUCKING POINT