Musings of a Banana Milkshake

Charmaine, 25, New Zealand.

[cafelaluna]

[bearswithhoney]

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Nathaniel: You're not even grateful, are you?

David: Grateful? For the worst fucking experience of my life?

Nathaniel: You hang onto your pain like it means something, like it's worth something. Well, let me tell you, it's not worth shit. Let it go. lnfinite possibilities and all he can do is whine.

David: What am I supposed to do?

Nathaniel: What do you think? You can do anything, you lucky bastard. You're alive. What's a little pain compared to that?

David: It can't be so simple.

Nathaniel: What if it is?

[subtubitles]

[micdotcom]

Watch: Robert de Niro got real with NYU grads, but was still incredibly inspiring

[selfie-]

Eliza, the data, please. Um an estimated 50,000 calls a year. So two ass-loads.

[alxjhns]

[lielaine]

Sunset over Hong Kong Island

[memewhore]

[maskedlinguist]

I am never tired of this.

[snarp]

My college adviser gave me the first volume of Adolf ni Tsugu, by Osamu Tezuka, accompanied by these words: “Did you know that Tezuka did a Hitler manga? Tezuka! Hitler! I thought of you.”

[manyblinkinglights]

Highly religious, conservative farmer-neighbors happily went out...

[bearswithhoney]

I'm learning to make perfume. I've been gathering resources and ordering supplies, and the frequency of coming across a making scents/sense pun makes my head spin.

[whenyouworkatamuseum]

There are lots of life lessons to be found in The Great Escape.

"We have a bajillion trillion LEGO bricks that were used for the LEGO exhibit and then "donated" (aka left behind) at the Museum because they weigh too much to ship anywhere and can’t be used for anything, but they aren’t worth accessioning. So they were "gifted" to Family Programs, now taking up real esate in my program storage space. I’m not allowed to sell them or give them away because of the relationship the Museum has with the group that supplied them. So they’re sitting there. Taking up lots of space. Lots of it.

Until I realized I could put them into 1000 gift bags and give them away as scavenger hunt prizes.  

WYWAAM… you have to be clever to negotiate Museum relationships and clever enough to still get what you want.”

[whenyouworkatamuseum]

When Commissions Go Awry...

When your Gallery commissions an artist to create a year-long participatory installation to encourage visitors of all ages to engage meaningfully with contemporary works of art…

And the artist installs a chair that makes fart noises when you sit on it. 

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Editor’s note: My husband really wants to know what museum this is in so we (he) can visit it. Once we visited the American Visionary Art Museum in Baltimore, where they have a whole interactive exhibit on flatulence. Long story short, I had to drag him away/threaten to leave him in downtown Baltimore and now no other exhibit will ever compare. For him. 

[bearswithhoney]

I've been away from tumblr for about two years and all of you have changed your usernames and I just don't know who is who anymore

[whenyouworkatamuseum]

When an announcement is made that there's leftover rich-people food from last night's development reception.

When this email comes in, there’s nothing but a me-shaped cloud of dust left at my desk. 

[onlypooh]

wherever they go, and whatever happens to them on the way, in that enchanted place on the top of the forest, a little bear will always be waiting

[bearswithhoney]

You're disappointed. Shit, this ain't about the bug, is it? This is you trying to make the past be everything, mean everything. You don't even want to think about the here and now. Sorry, Bubs. Shame ain't worth as much as you think. Let it go.

Waylon, The Wire

[anoraborealis]

i want a word for the almost-home. that point where the highway’s monotony becomes familiar that subway stop whose name will always wake you from day’s-end dozing that first glimpse of the skyline that you never loved until you left it behind. what do you call the exit sign you see even in your dreams? is there a name for the airport terminal you come back to, comfortably exhausted? i need a word for rounding your corner onto your street, for seeing your city on the horizon, for flying homewards down your highway. give me a word for the boundary between the world you went to see and the small one you call your own. i want a word for the moment you know you’re almost home.

there and back again, n.m.h.  (via commanderspock)