I had the pleasure to have a small part in my good friends monologue show this last Friday that featured stories of his parents, their lives, and their eventual deaths.
It was the most beautiful show I have ever seen. Not ashamed to say I was in tears at the end of it, because it plucked all the heart strings that you feel living those moments with your own parents. The first time you see your father cry, to the last words your mother or father will ever say to you he covered them all in such beautiful, and simple detail.
But the one line, and idea that has stuck with me the most was this “It is not what your parents teach you that has the biggest impact on your life, but what you can teach your parents.”
He taught his mother to hug, and his father to say “I love you” which he would say for the first time, and last time to my dear friend. Those were his fathers last words to him.
I wonder what I will be able to teach my parents, or what the people I know will be able to teach theirs.
Never forget that we as children have just as much impact on our parents as our parents have on us.
Desert Graveyard of Ships
In the 1960’s, the Soviets diverted tributary rivers from the Aral Sea, causing it to recede by more than 50% and leaving Uzbekistan’s only port torn of Mo’ynoq a desert wasteland filled with boats not quick enough to escape the aftermath. But one’s man economic disaster is just another man’s photo op, as it were, as the area is now host to tourists who’ve come to see these lingering ghosts of commerce.
(photos by Martijn Munneke via: kuriositas / io9)
Dad was busy this weekend … making the cult of Skarro in dalek salt shakers.
they are everywhere.
I am okay with this.
5: Last night at 11 PM I was in bed after working 20 hours this weekend, and getting a combined 7 hours of sleep since Friday morning.
45:Absolutely, I hold no hard feelings against any of my exes and still have good times with most of them when they are around.
56: stuff from other countries, shit there is a lot, From my swiss friends I have my credit card army knife, a swiss T-shirt, and a chocolate I refuse to eat because it was given to me by a dear friend I met on that trip. From Australia I have an australian utility knife (It is just like a swiss one, only wood and has “Australia” carved in it), an australian hoodie, t-shirt, a boomerang, a didgeridoo, few t-shirts. From France I have a beret, holy water from lourdes, from Italy a few t-shirts, a jacket, a brown fedora and balsamic vinegar not yet used. From the States I have a bunch of space program stuff, disney things, and clothes. From Russia: A 1965 book about the Russian space program acquired by the bearded one. … that is all I can think of right now, the list may be much larger…
11: Beer, specifically a lager, or ale gotta have the good beer gut goin when I am in my 50s
60: I have, but we played it for hugs and not kisses because we’re cool like that