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@gass-head
William H. Gass, The Tunnel
I haven't had the chance to read this novel yet but I saw this specific section on twitter weeks ago and it's stuck with me all this time, to the extent that I wanted to put it on my blog so that I'd always be able to find it again
Trees, now-Slothrop's intensely alert to trees, finally. When he comes in among trees he will spend time touching them, studying them, sitting very quietly near them and understanding that each tree is a creature, carrying on its individual life, aware of what's happening around it, not just some hunk of wood to be cut down. Slothrop's family actually made its money killing trees, amputating them from their roots, chopping them up, grinding them to pulp, bleaching that to paper and getting paid for this with more paper. "That's really insane." He shakes his head. "There's insanity in my family." He looks up. The trees are still. They know he's there. They probably also know what he's thinking. "I'm sorry," he tells them. "I can't do anything about those people, they're all out of my reach.
What can I do?" A medium-size pine nearby nods its top and suggests, "Next time you come across a logging operation out here, find one of their tractors that isn't being guarded, and take its oil filter with you. That's what you can do.
-Thomas Pynchon, Gravity's Rainbow
Weili Zhang prepping for Carla Esparza by lifting Francis Ngannou
It is finally once again Weili Zhang fight week!
The Clinton Daily Democrat- Missouri (1977)
Topuria saying he wants to move up and fight at 155lbs.
Makhachev saying he wants a welterweight title shot.
Whatever is going on at 205/heavyweight.
Sick of it. Just defend the title. That is the most difficult thing to do. To face contender after contender. To get the absolute best out of everyone you get in there with. That’s what makes guys like GSP, Aldo, Silva, and DJ amazing.
Jon Jones talking on why fighting Alex Pereira makes more sense than fighting Tom Aspinall
He's such a piece of shit oh my god
There’s something amazing about Michel Pereira being a gigantic middleweight that had cut down to 170lbs for his early UFC only to lose to a featherweight because he refused to stop doing backflips and cartwheels at the man. Now he’s back at 185lbs and he’s killing folks.
This was in the first 25 seconds of the fight. He did not win.
Alex Pereira
Country music haters: "Country is just about guns and trucks and beer and nationalism!!!"
Johnny Cash: "I stole a car from the assembly line I worked at by putting one piece at a time in my lunch box everyday and then putting it all together at home and it looks like shit but you all fucking wish you thought of it first"
steel becomes rust: steven shore
My family never put much priority on my comfort or happiness. I'm slow to wake up, and I grew up thinking that I hate mornings. My sister is the type of a person who is as wide awake as she'll be all day as soon as her eyes snap open, and when we were teenagers she used to wake me up on school days by tossing the dog at me (our old Tessa was enough of a terrier to always land on her feet, claws first, and could be tossed like a cat) and waking up every day having to wrestle a dog's tongue out of my mouth before I could open my eyes was Not Nice.
My family would berate me for being too sensitive, dramatic, or even downright manipulative, for being able to burst into tears first thing in the morning.
When my boyfriend wakes up before me, he takes meticulous care not to wake me up. He climbs out of bed so cautiously and slowly, gets dressed without turning on the light, and sits quietly in the dark of our one-room apartment until my alarm rings or I wake up on my own. This morning, I woke up to notice that the room was softly lit in a way I didn't recognise, and saw the love of my life quietly gaming in the light of a storm lantern.
I love mornings.
Jose Aldo Vs Kenny Florian
viisage. gouache watercolor painting from 2018
