research and development.

eric. 28. new york city.

One Year

didaodi:

One year ago you came into my life

One year ago you stepped off that bus and into my arms

One year ago we walked hand in hand

One year ago you kissed my lips

One year ago you said you loved me

One year ago you stepped back on that bus and made a promise

One year later and here we are

Still together and growing strong

- Kevin Dao

2 weeks ago

+1

yesterday last year, i was killing time, stalking the empty, frozen streets of pittsburgh with some guy i met in person only a few days ago. stealing kisses from him in alleys, deserted aisles of rite aid, corners of parking garages. killing myself to avoid the fact that i’d have to board a megabus and leave him soon for new york. scared of losing what i had finally found a grip of. he made me choose. my heart stopped and i made him my boyfriend.

and he still is.

i love him for his warmth. i love him for his guidance. i love him for his spirit. i love him for his dedication. i love him for making fun of me about this hopelessly cheesy post for a week after he reads this. i don’t care. i love him.

happy anniversary, babe.

Like we (and some other person, one time) once said, If you can make it here, you can make it anywhere — but not because of something as banal as “job opportunities.” It’s out of the sheer force of fucking will that brought you here when you could have had it easier somewhere else, where you would have driven a four-door sedan and shopped in suburban grocery stores with wide aisles and pristine parking lots and have had 2.5 children by the age of 28 and worked a 9-to-5 job in something [yawn] somewhere.

If you’re making it here, you can make it anywhere because you have the courage to do what you do every damn day, punctuated with the fleeting moments of beauty and pain that make it all worthwhile.

Jen Doll for the Village Voice. A nice pick-me-up for when I sometimes feel weary of and lost living here. Like now.

holy crap

i have to post sam harris quotes more often.

1 month ago

Let us look at the details. A three-day-old human embryo is a collection of 150 cells called a blastocyst. There are, for the sake of comparison, more than 100,000 cells in the brain of a fly. The human embryos that are destroyed in stem cell research do not have brains, or even neurons. Consequently, there is no reason to believe they can suffer their destruction in any way at all. It is worth remembering, in this context, that when a person’s brain has died, we currently deem it acceptable to harvest his organs (provided he has donated them for this purpose) and bury him in the ground. If it is acceptable to treat a person whose brain has died as something less than a human being, it should be acceptable to treat a blastocyst as such. If you are concerned about suffering in this universe, killing a fly should present you with greater moral difficulties than killing a human blastocyst. Sam Harris, from Letter to a Christian Nation.