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After learning my flight was detained 4 hours,
I heard the announcement:
If anyone in the vicinity of gate 4-A understands any Arabic,
Please come to the gate immediately.

Well—one pauses these days. Gate 4-A was my own gate. I went there.
An older woman in full traditional Palestinian dress,
Just like my grandma wore, was crumpled to the floor, wailing loudly.
Help, said the flight service person. Talk to her. What is her
Problem? we told her the flight was going to be four hours late and she
Did this.

I put my arm around her and spoke to her haltingly.
Shu dow-a, shu- biduck habibti, stani stani schway, min fadlick,
Sho bit se-wee?

The minute she heard any words she knew—however poorly used—
She stopped crying.

She thought our flight had been canceled entirely.
She needed to be in El Paso for some major medical treatment the
Following day. I said no, no, we’re fine, you’ll get there, just late,

Who is picking you up? Let’s call him and tell him.
We called her son and I spoke with him in English.
I told him I would stay with his mother till we got on the plane and
Would ride next to her—Southwest.

She talked to him. Then we called her other sons just for the fun of it.

Then we called my dad and he and she spoke for a while in Arabic and
Found out of course they had ten shared friends.

Then I thought just for the heck of it why not call some Palestinian
Poets I know and let them chat with her. This all took up about 2 hours.

She was laughing a lot by then. Telling about her life. Answering
Questions.

She had pulled a sack of homemade mamool cookies—little powdered
Sugar crumbly mounds stuffed with dates and nuts—out of her bag—
And was offering them to all the women at the gate.

To my amazement, not a single woman declined one. It was like a
Sacrament. The traveler from Argentina, the traveler from California,
The lovely woman from Laredo—we were all covered with the same
Powdered sugar. And smiling. There are no better cookies.

And then the airline broke out the free beverages from huge coolers—
Non-alcoholic—and the two little girls for our flight, one African
American, one Mexican American—ran around serving us all apple juice
And lemonade and they were covered with powdered sugar too.

And I noticed my new best friend—by now we were holding hands—
Had a potted plant poking out of her bag, some medicinal thing,

With green furry leaves. Such an old country traveling tradition. Always
Carry a plant. Always stay rooted to somewhere.

And I looked around that gate of late and weary ones and thought,
This is the world I want to live in. The shared world.

Not a single person in this gate—once the crying of confusion stopped
—has seemed apprehensive about any other person.

They took the cookies. I wanted to hug all those other women too.
This can still happen anywhere.

Not everything is lost.

Naomi Shihab Nye (b. 1952), “Wandering Around an Albuquerque Airport Terminal.” I think this poem may be making the rounds, this week, but that’s as it should be.  (via oliviacirce)

When I lose hope in the world, I remember this poem.

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Tears.

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Apparently it’s a thing to crochet sweaters for turtles

kyos-cock:

So I accidentally discovered this picture while i was looking for cute things to crochet and THERE ARE ENTIRE BLOGS DEDICATED TO TURTLE COZIES.

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THEY LOOK SO CUTE THEY HAVE NORMAL ONES

THEY HAVE ONES THAT LOOK LIKE FUCKING BOWSER

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THEY HAVE ONES SHAPED LIKE ANIMALSimage

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THEY HAVE ENTIRE BLOGS DEDICATED TO MAKING YOUR TURTLES LOOK LIKE FOOD

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THE PUMPKIN IS SO CUTE BUT THIS GEM IS MY PERSONAL FAVORITE:

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BUT HOW DO YOU CHOOSE A FAVORITE WHEN THEY’RE ALL SO CUTE

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oh my god

As a person from California, this is 100% accurate

As a person from Michigan, this is 100% accurate

As a person from England I was so confused because I forgot you use the Fahrenheit system 

50 degrees in England 
100 degrees in England

 

I don’t know why I found the skeletons so funny, it’s almost like they’re dancing really sarcastically?

theperksofbeingdornish:

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thusmylife:

b1ush:

condescendingchristian:

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oh my god

As a person from California, this is 100% accurate

As a person from Michigan, this is 100% accurate

As a person from England I was so confused because I forgot you use the Fahrenheit system 

50 degrees in England 

100 degrees in England


 

I don’t know why I found the skeletons so funny, it’s almost like they’re dancing really sarcastically?

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A Guide to Different Kinds of Parallel Universes
These days it often seems that if a theory has loose ends, its dangling threads are surreptitiously tied together out of view within the hidden fabric of a parallel universe. While some researchers recoil from introducing unseen aspects to a theory, others find that the invisible knots create an irresistibly pretty package.
Depending on one’s taste, there are so many types of parallel universes to choose from—alternative cosmos galore. If extra dimensions are not your thing, maybe bifurcating timelines would work. If an endless array of gigantic bubble universes seems intimidating, then perhaps a nursery of baby universes is more endearing. While there is not yet a GPS device or app to navigate through the cartography of scientifically sanctioned parallel possibilities, perhaps this guide to all things alternative will help.
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thenewenlightenmentage:

A Guide to Different Kinds of Parallel Universes

These days it often seems that if a theory has loose ends, its dangling threads are surreptitiously tied together out of view within the hidden fabric of a parallel universe. While some researchers recoil from introducing unseen aspects to a theory, others find that the invisible knots create an irresistibly pretty package.

Depending on one’s taste, there are so many types of parallel universes to choose from—alternative cosmos galore. If extra dimensions are not your thing, maybe bifurcating timelines would work. If an endless array of gigantic bubble universes seems intimidating, then perhaps a nursery of baby universes is more endearing. While there is not yet a GPS device or app to navigate through the cartography of scientifically sanctioned parallel possibilities, perhaps this guide to all things alternative will help.

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rufftoon:

"Book Of Life"

Some of the artwork unveiled for the upcoming animated film from studio ReelFX. The movie has a released date of October 17th 2014. I can’t wait for a trailer!

”..Book of Life hails from Fox Animation and Reel FX Animation Studios (which previously made Free Birds). Guillermo del Toro is one of the producers of the feature, which is set on the Mexican holiday the Day of the Dead and tells of a young man named Manolo who is torn between what he wants to do (play guitar and win the heart of the girl of his dreams) and what his family wants him to do. He ends up traveling across three different worlds to find himself…”

For more information, read more at the source: 

http://www.hollywoodreporter.com/heat-vision/first-look-book-life-concept-683635?mobile_redirect=false

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Anonymous asked: stevebucky, bodyswap?

steverogersorbust:

"What the hell,” Bucky says, delighted. knew you didn’t wear underwear under this thing!”

Steve scowls, spits a strand of hair out of his mouth. “You need a damn hair cut,” he says.

Sam glances at Natasha, gun still trained on the evil scientist holding a smoldering cannon and ruining the menacing effect by looking completely stunned. 

"Body swap?" he asks warily.

Natasha sighs and aims a flying kick at the evil scientist’s head.

“Body swap,” she confirms.



"Look, all I’m saying is you can use your powers for a little evil,” Bucky argues, propping his feet on Sam’s dining table.

Sam tries not to focus on how weird it is to see Steve’s body tipping backward in a chair, eating a box of Cinnamon Toast Crunch with his hands.

Steve ignores Bucky in favor of plaiting his hair back.

Sam also tries not to focus on how weird it is to see Bucky’s face visibly contemplating the finer points of fishtail over French.

"Wouldn’t going rogue kinda ruin his cred as a superhero?" Sam asks, stealing a handful of cereal. Bucky slaps his wrist, which is—a lot less painful than it usually is, considering his hand’s not metal this time.

"I’m not talking about stealing or taking over the world or anything," Bucky says. "But if was Captain America, I’d—”

His eyes light up. Steve stops braiding, eyes narrowing.

"Bucky," he begins, warning evident in his tone.

"See you losers later!" Bucky crows, then with a quick feint left and a dash right, he’s evading Steve’s grasping hands and bursting through the back door.

Literally bursting through. The door gives a mournful creak before it falls off its hinges, slamming to the ground with a crash.

Sam thinks wistfully of life before making friends with two giants who have no concept for 21st century property damage.

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So. The situation is handled now, buuuuut you MIGHT get a couple messages about Captain America streaking on the National Mall. Just heads up. FYI. Natasha texts.

When Steve watches the footage on TV later, he’s got a weirdly pleased expression on his face.

"Is that really what I look like from the back?" he asks.

Sam figures all the Captain Booty jokes have finally clicked.

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"Okay, but how are you going to get James back?" Natasha asks, filing her pinkie nail into a sharp point.

Bucky snorts. “He’s not,” he says idly, taking a selfie with the phone he stole from Tony Stark last time they were in New York. He’s been doing that a lot lately. Sam has the sneaking suspicion that Bucky’s just sending all the pictures to his own damn self for later perusal.

Steve frowns. “It would be a pretty big violation, using his body to do something he didn’t want. Especially after all he’s been through.”

Bucky’s face goes soft. And since it’s actually Steve’s face, it genuinely looks soft, not just darkly handsome and sort of wounded and a little murder-y.

"That’s nice, Steve, thanks—" he says, and that’s when all their phones chime with a text message picture of giant pectorals with little Captain America shields drawn around the nipples.

Natasha grins. “I like the little stars,” she says.

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Steve comes in the next day wearing head to toe Yankees gear.

The newspaper headline that day reads: Captain America nearly brains unsuspecting Yankees fan. Does Cap hate baseball?!

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They end up switching back into their bodies at the precise moment when Steve is about to punch a robot full force with his metal arm and Bucky’s doing some complicated parkour off a building about twenty stories up.

Needless to say, it could go better.


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steverogersorbust:

Okay, but like—

What if when Bucky comes back, instead of Steve having to protect and kind of gently usher Bucky back into the world, Bucky leaps right back into protecting Steve.

Tony calls Steve “spangly” one too many times and Bucky uncurls his fingers real slow and says “My arm’s pretty spangly now too, Stark, whatsit to you?”

Thor and Steve spar and Bucky is so horrified when he happens upon them beating the crap out of each other that he plucks Mjolnir from where Thor’s tossed it and he points it at Steve accusatorily and is like, “A hammer? You’re letting hammers beat on you now? Over my dead body, pal—”  and he’s the only one who doesn’t get it that he just picked up Mjolnir holy shit because he’s so busy waving Mjolnir around and lecturing Steve

Fox News calls Steve an anti-patriot one too many times so Bucky makes Natasha help him hack their Facebook page and leave hundreds of vaguely threatening messages which are ostensibly from different people except all of them have the same profile picture which is just the Cap star painted on a bionic fucking arm as a symbol of undying loyalty

Bucky keeps beating up villains before Steve can even get to them, like at this point even Doom has noticed so he tries to avoid even looking at Steve because that’d pretty much guarantee getting a couple of his nicest Doombots ripped the fuck apart without any ceremony at all and Steve wouldn’t mind except last battle against the Wrecking Crew, Bucky was benched because he had hurt himself and even then he managed to co-op the comms with helpful “suggestions” that were actually thinly veiled orders to flank Steve instead of, you know, fight the bad guy

The Quinjet gets retrofitted with a “Cap-net” because Bucky is fed up with Steve jumping out of fucking planes

Just—give me all the “Bucky, I’m 95 not nine” and “Well if you’re so fucking old, stop acting like a kid, wear a goddamned coat in the rain, Steve—“

PLEASE

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snoopdogghasjeansanddresses:

booksandwildthings:

tinypolytheist:

I have

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no idea

what you’re

talking about

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I love this cast too much

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nevver:

The alphabet fades away

Would you like to read a book in which this happens?
It’s one of my all-time favorite books.  It’s called Ella Minnow Pea by Mark Dunn.  He describes it as an “progressively lipogrammatic epistolary fable.”
It is written in the form of letters between the citizens of the fictional island of Nollop, an independent nation off the coast of South Carolina and home of Nevin Nollop, who invented the phrase “the quick brown fox jumped over the lazy dog.”  That phrase is written in tiles over a statue of Nollop in their town square, and when one night a storm causes one of the tiles to fall, the council decides that it’s a sign from Nollop that they are no longer allowed to use that letter, in speech or writing, on pain of progressive punishments including public beating and up to banishment.
Then another tile falls.  Then another.
The citizens, who are all very attached to their words and writing, mount a campaign to come up with a phrase that uses all 26 letters but is shorter than Nollop’s, thus proving that he was not divine and negating all the edicts.
Because the novel is told in the form of letters the citizens write, and this is the genius part…the author must also stop using the letters as they fall.  So the book gradually stops using letters until at one point I think they’re down to just five.
The resolution literally made me get up and dance around the room.
It’s clever, creative, and a not-really-veiled-at-all parable about monotheistic oligarchy.  It’s not a long book, you can read it in an afternoon.
GO READ IT RIGHT NOW.

WOW I want to read that book

Very rarely is there a book that I must read at any costThis is now one of them

Note: locate book

hamstergal:

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madlori:

nevver:

The alphabet fades away

Would you like to read a book in which this happens?

It’s one of my all-time favorite books.  It’s called Ella Minnow Pea by Mark Dunn.  He describes it as an “progressively lipogrammatic epistolary fable.”

It is written in the form of letters between the citizens of the fictional island of Nollop, an independent nation off the coast of South Carolina and home of Nevin Nollop, who invented the phrase “the quick brown fox jumped over the lazy dog.”  That phrase is written in tiles over a statue of Nollop in their town square, and when one night a storm causes one of the tiles to fall, the council decides that it’s a sign from Nollop that they are no longer allowed to use that letter, in speech or writing, on pain of progressive punishments including public beating and up to banishment.

Then another tile falls.  Then another.

The citizens, who are all very attached to their words and writing, mount a campaign to come up with a phrase that uses all 26 letters but is shorter than Nollop’s, thus proving that he was not divine and negating all the edicts.

Because the novel is told in the form of letters the citizens write, and this is the genius part…the author must also stop using the letters as they fall.  So the book gradually stops using letters until at one point I think they’re down to just five.

The resolution literally made me get up and dance around the room.

It’s clever, creative, and a not-really-veiled-at-all parable about monotheistic oligarchy.  It’s not a long book, you can read it in an afternoon.

GO READ IT RIGHT NOW.

WOW I want to read that book

Very rarely is there a book that I must read at any cost
This is now one of them

Note: locate book

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