You just have to keep driving down the road. It’s going to bend and curve and you’ll speed up and slow down, but the road keeps going.
—― Ellen DeGeneres (via projectunbreakable)
Ok, so i hate hipsters. I brew beer at home andi only really like good quality beers. I enjoy traveling and finding that hole in the wall place that has some great small batch beer that is paired with food in a way i never thought of or a classic way that is done to perfection. I love food….all food….ok not ALL food, i don’t see myself eating bugs and shit like that. I like all these things (beer, food, quirky places to eat) because being 31 years old I’ve become bored with the same old ,same old. I want to find new stuff to put in my face. Now, on the scene are “hipsters” and because i like all of the above mentioned, people say “oh look at this guy trying to be cool and trendy by eating and drinking so and so beer at so and so restaurant”. No, I’m just trying to feed my face. To me these trendy, hipster kids are annoying. Now, every where i find that’s unique and good is filled with trucker hat wearing skinny goof balls who look like they are wearing the fucking uniform of assholes. I don’t know why this bugs me so much. I really don’t. They are folks enjoying beer and food like me. It just seems they may not be enjoying it for the same reasons. They seem to be there because it’s “cool” to do this now. The micro-brew pub is the new club. I wonder when the coolness wears off and the trend winds shift if these kids will be there. I hope not. I know i will be, I’m a fat guy. I am lead not by a trend or the cool kids, i go wear my belly leads me.
"Look again at that dot. That’s here. That’s home. That’s us. On it everyone you love, everyone you know, everyone you ever heard of, every human being who ever was, lived out their lives. The aggregate of our joy and suffering, thousands of confident religions, ideologies, and economic doctrines, every hunter and forager, every hero and coward, every creator and destroyer of civilization, every king and peasant, every young couple in love, every mother and father, hopeful child, inventor and explorer, every teacher of morals, every corrupt politician, every "superstar," every "supreme leader," every saint and sinner in the history of our species lived there-on a mote of dust suspended in a sunbeam.
The Earth is a very small stage in a vast cosmic arena. Think of the endless cruelties visited by the inhabitants of one corner of this pixel on the scarcely distinguishable inhabitants of some other corner, how frequent their misunderstandings, how eager they are to kill one another, how fervent their hatreds. Think of the rivers of blood spilled by all those generals and emperors so that, in glory and triumph, they could become the momentary masters of a fraction of a dot.
Our posturings, our imagined self-importance, the delusion that we have some privileged position in the Universe, are challenged by this point of pale light. Our planet is a lonely speck in the great enveloping cosmic dark. In our obscurity, in all this vastness, there is no hint that help will come from elsewhere to save us from ourselves.
The Earth is the only world known so far to harbor life. There is nowhere else, at least in the near future, to which our species could migrate. Visit, yes. Settle, not yet. Like it or not, for the moment the Earth is where we make our stand.
It has been said that astronomy is a humbling and character-building experience. There is perhaps no better demonstration of the folly of human conceits than this distant image of our tiny world. To me, it underscores our responsibility to deal more kindly with one another, and to preserve and cherish the pale blue dot, the only home we’ve ever known.
The worst kind of dreams are the ones that are really just flashbacks to painful memories that we are forced to relive with vivid detail. The ones that wake you up in a startled and shaken state. I hope something funny is on TV