A Fragment Cast Adrift

It’s wise to let the young biotic win.

Thu, 23 May 2013 08:36:28 -0400

It’s wise to let the young biotic win.

"You have to decide who you are and force the world to deal with you, not with its idea of you."

Thu, 23 May 2013 06:48:26 -0400

““You have to decide who you are and force the world to deal with you, not with its idea of you.””

- James Baldwin (via farewell-kingdom)

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Thu, 23 May 2013 05:53:48 -0400

thedrunkenmoogle: The Basement Arcade There are cool basement...

Wed, 22 May 2013 18:03:58 -0400

thedrunkenmoogle:

The Basement Arcade

There are cool basement bars and then there is this basement arcade bar. Redditor Mertzlufft and his father built this incredible arcade in their basement, housing 42 arcade games! Games random from the original Donkey Kong, to Hydro Thunder, to Galaga and everything is set to free play. The bar in the center looks to be the perfect place to start out. A night of cocktails and arcade games awaits.

(via Reddit)

“You can’t save them all, Hawke.” It’s what Aveline murmured, one year after...

Wed, 22 May 2013 10:24:16 -0400

“You can’t save them all, Hawke.”

It’s what Aveline murmured, one year after the Blight, one year after Wesley’s death, staring into the hot Kirkwall sun, mouth a grim line.

It’s what Varric sighed, emerging from the Deep Roads, pockets laden with coin and the shards of a broken family.

It’s what Anders muttered, leaning heavily over his pint, staring up at the scorch mark scars still visible in the Hanged Man’s rafters.

It’s what she tells herself, as she gently rubs the graying muzzle of the Mabari nestled in her lap. All fierce pride and thick muscle reduced to trembling limbs, rail thin, breath shallow. No longer the frolicking beast, the protector, the foot warmer, the bane of Bodahn’s existence. Only an echo now, but still loyal and resolute. Unwilling, even with a faltering spirit, to leave her side.

The losses cling to her. For all that she gained and earned over the years, she still cannot rise fully above that shadow of sorrow. And this one might perhaps be the most painful sting, the deepest cut. This last connection, a full surrender, even if her hands cannot heal, nor save. They can only provide a cupful of warm, the simplest of gestures, and for that, she feels the most profound defeat.

But later, while walking along the Wounded Coast at dusk, Merrill will tell her of the wolves that run free among the stars, and how the most loyal of hounds join them to forever chase the moon.

And when dawn is still hours away, Isabela will whisper softly against her eyelids, so that the tears that come only in the quiet and the dark will slowly subside.

And when the house is empty and still, when she pours herself some whisky and stands cold beside the fire, Hawke will know that, difficult as it is, sometimes you don’t get to save the ones that you love.

Sometimes, they wind up saving you.

Which isn’t to say that blasting your way through a door...

Wed, 22 May 2013 08:36:38 -0400

Which isn’t to say that blasting your way through a door isn’t effective.

historicalgotham: Third Avenue Elevated Railroad, New York...

Wed, 22 May 2013 06:48:34 -0400

historicalgotham:

Third Avenue Elevated Railroad, New York City, 1942 (via Shorpy Historical Photo Archive)

I had this idea to do some sort of quasi-Charles Atlas ad, but with everyone’s favorite guard...

Tue, 21 May 2013 08:36:25 -0400

I had this idea to do some sort of quasi-Charles Atlas ad, but with everyone’s favorite guard captain.

Though I’m sure Merrill would have lobbed a fireball or two to help out.

itscolossal: Recycled Bike Part Chandeliers by Joe O’Connell...

Tue, 21 May 2013 06:48:25 -0400

itscolossal:

Recycled Bike Part Chandeliers by Joe O’Connell and Blessing Hancock

I’m thinking some favors were owed. Maybe someone lost a...

Mon, 20 May 2013 08:36:36 -0400

I’m thinking some favors were owed. Maybe someone lost a bet. Maybe a little of both.

luzfosca: David Seymour Visitors observing a statue at the...

Mon, 20 May 2013 06:48:32 -0400

luzfosca:

David Seymour

Visitors observing a statue at the National Archaeological Museum, Naples, Italy, 1952

farewell-kingdom: Japanese Architecture firm Hironaka Ogawa...

Mon, 20 May 2013 05:53:51 -0400

farewell-kingdom:

Japanese Architecture firm Hironaka Ogawa were the masterminds behind this amazing home expansion in Kagawa, Japan. With the new found need for space, came the necessary demolition of old, sacred trees that had so much sentimental meaning for the homeowners. Instead of just parting ways, it was decided that the two trees would be repurposed into something greater for the family (via).

Highlights from a charity dinner I went to tonight - proceeds...

Sun, 19 May 2013 21:54:52 -0400

Highlights from a charity dinner I went to tonight - proceeds went to For Kids.

Do note that 3 other courses are not depicted here. As well as two additional “pairing” glasses of wine (and the gin cocktail I had with the hors d’oeuvres).

Rich splendid goodness indeed.

bookshelfporn: ‘tsundoku’ - the Japanese word for buying books...

Sun, 19 May 2013 14:30:01 -0400

bookshelfporn:

‘tsundoku’ - the Japanese word for buying books & not reading them, leaving them to pile up.

"Why am I afraid to dance, I who love music and rhythm and grace and song and laughter? Why am I..."

Sun, 19 May 2013 06:48:18 -0400

“Why am I afraid to dance, I who love music and rhythm and grace and song and laughter? Why am I afraid to live, I who love life and the beauty of flesh and the living colors of the earth and sky and sea? Why am I afraid to love, I who love love?”

- Eugene O’Neill (via farewell-kingdom)

One final food post for the day. May I present…the plain...

Sat, 18 May 2013 20:16:29 -0400

One final food post for the day.

May I present…the plain kok. Slightly battered from the drive home, but still quite tasty.

(it’s pronounced “coke” btw - but that still didn’t stop me from giggling every time I saw the name or referred to it)

paintedxwhisper: Xena: “Are you out of your mind?”Gabrielle:...

Sat, 18 May 2013 18:24:00 -0400

paintedxwhisper:

Xena: “Are you out of your mind?”
Gabrielle: “Too loud? Are you worried we’re gonna get there and the fish will be gone?”
Xena: “I’m worried we’re gonna get there and the fish will be ARMED.”

It looks a bit messy, but here’s the food haul from the...

Sat, 18 May 2013 11:56:10 -0400

It looks a bit messy, but here’s the food haul from the Greek festival - lamb shank, yahni beans, pork souvlaki, and pastitio. I also somehow managed to buy an ungodly amount of pastries…funny how that happens.

Heh.

Sat, 18 May 2013 10:28:45 -0400

Heh.

On the Raising of Asari Babies When you have the potential to live a thousand years, you have the...

Sat, 18 May 2013 08:36:00 -0400

On the Raising of Asari Babies

When you have the potential to live a thousand years, you have the tendency to take thing slow - to take days and years to savor, to absorb, to train and to learn.

The world does not move at the same pace though, and so knowledge and art are captured for posterity - etched in stone, keyed into data files, recorded as vids, fused into AI.

But flickering images and the grooves in stone and paper can never replace the timbre of mood, the stretching and bending of skin at the corners of the eyes when laughter or tears inevitably come. And so Liara is determined, driven really, to find all of the individuals she had come to know - to pin them down, if only for a few hours (butterflies caught mid-flight, all dappled and iridescent) - to have them talk, and to let her daughter listen.

For there are stories to be told by these witnesses of monumental events, by these participants in the war and the aftermath. They know firsthand the sorrows and the joys, blood that was shed, often needlessly, and the warmth of hands clasped in camaraderie - trust forged or repaired. And though not every recollection might be suitable for a mind so young, a heart so innocent, she wants her daughter to begin to understand the depth of this existence, the underlying cycle that is built by many - brick by brick, breath by breath.

And each breath is precious, after all, fleeting and brief. She knows all too well how quickly the shadows fall and touch grows cold. Better to try, even if futilely so, to take it all in before it is taken from you.