A lot of people need to be told who to listen to, who to like and who to respect, based o opinions that have been previously formed or work that had already been perfected. They need to have a framework for understanding that is built on past achievements or a consensus about how a person has been received, in a certain arena, for their ears to perk up in positive attention, to notice their talent, to comment on their merit. One of the things I like about myself is that I don’t need this framework. I can see sparks without being told to look for them; I can see energy moving through a person in a powerful way, even if for the first time, even if the energy only contains a sliver of power, as of yet. I don’t care what you have done or how it has been received. I can give credit where credit is due, and I’m happy about that. My dad taught me that, and I’d like to celebrate it.

If you’re looking to learn more about elegant touches, my family probably has some time to meet with you this weekend

If you’re looking to learn more about elegant touches, my family probably has some time to meet with you this weekend

1: a meal very hot and catered to my health needs and tastebuds after spending one too many 14 hour days in a fluorescent classroom

2: checking moral code while shopping for toys for my students

Too Frew to be true

probablysean:

sabrinalondon:

"THAT’S the line for ice cream sandwiches?" 

We stared down the intrepid row of Saturday night feeders wrapped outside the building. Really? Could this many people in Los Angeles digest dairy? It didn’t seem likely or possible, but here we stood at the tail of a snake that only ate ice cream. I’ll always find sacred awe in the cooperation and patience of Los Angeles foodies. A line like this thick could start a mutiny other places, but just WATCH the reverence at In&Out around 2PM, it’s spectacular. Everyone behaves for good food. 

We watched “A Hard Day’s Night” at the New Bev, one of my favorite movies at one of my favorite theaters. It was a beautiful 50th anniversary cut; I heard a swine fever joke I never caught before. Watching it with an audience surely satisfied some deep psychological need; I had a ball. Ani and Nick joined Sean and I. You could hear our row get excited as Nick’s grandma came on the screen and uttered those delicious words: “Are you a mod or a rocker?” Yes, that’s NICK’S GRANDMA. Those criminally iconic words. 

We took our post-movie chat to Milk, and ordered #13. the Thai Tea Macaron Ice Cream Sandwiches. This is our 3rd venture off the 28 Droolworthy Junk Food Treats from LA list, and proved to be a drippy success. I ordered the Rocky Road ice cream sandwich, and I’ll be honest: macarons < cookies. Is this the JUNK FOOD list, or the “impress your in-laws” list? I don’t know. I ate my sandwich with a spoon, so don’t listen to anything I say.

After all had melted, Nick invited us to a rack of ribs sitting in a suitcase in the back of his car. I questioned all night what he meant by “there’s a rack of ribs in my trunk,” but he was quite serious. The wicker suitcase opened up to a midnight picnic, and we stood on Beverly Boulevard getting dry-rub BBQ in/around our faces while Wynonie Harris played in the background. This was surely The Good Life, at its most ideal.

Well when you put it like that, I suppose it’s all pretty whimsical.

Oh just gorgeous

Being a teacher is like running a marathon without the health benefits. I fell asleep standing up last night, but I woke up to this + the highest level of tenderness that the universe can cram into a man

Being a teacher is like running a marathon without the health benefits. I fell asleep standing up last night, but I woke up to this + the highest level of tenderness that the universe can cram into a man

I have absolutely no idea what I’m doing

She scares me because I believe in the strength of her passion. Beside her I worry that I’m fraudulent; that I’ve even conned myself into believing in my depth. Still I charge head-first through fear, because not trying is tragic, and I’m addicted to her influence.
incogneko (via thatkindofwoman)

(via thatkindofwoman)

i know enough to know that i did not create the phrase “time continued its wicked dance” and that if i continue to reject it, it will move through many many many more people who are writing something until one person who is writing something pulls it down out of the sky and puts it onto their paper. now may i please have a volunteer to read through the next nicholas sparks novel to let me know if it was him 

i wish i had another bad reference besides nicholas sparks but i just do not have one and that has to be okay

My name is Ani, I am a teacher and sometimes a person who writes and I'm trying to make, like, mumblecore documentaries that have enough substance to overpower the DIY vi(be).   Last summer, I published a book of stories and poems and other short things: https://www.createspace.com/4396429 Here is a website I created for teachers and parents of children with special needs: Viapangea.orgTwitter.com/NimblewillTwitter.com/Ani_EastonInstagram: NimblewillAnionitsown@gmail.com

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