If I ever leave this world alive
The madness that you feel will soon subside
So in a word don’t shed a tear
I’ll be here when it all gets weird
If I ever leave this world alive — Flogging Molly
The madness that you feel will soon subside
So in a word don’t shed a tear
I’ll be here when it all gets weird
If I ever leave this world alive — Flogging Molly
A beginning is the time for taking the most delicate care that the balances are correct.
— Dune
In Scotland, New Year’s is called Hogmanay. And it is a time when people who can inspire awe in the IRISH for the amount of ALCOHOL that they drink decide to RAMP IT UP a notch.
— Craig Ferguson on New Year’s in Scotland
Scrabble was invented by Nazis to piss off kids with dyslexia. This is true, they proved this one. The word dyslexia was invented by Nazis to piss off kids with dyslexia.
— Eddie Izzard
We stole countries with the cunning use of flags. Just sail around the world and stick a flag in. “I claim India for Britain!” They’re going “You can’t claim us, we live here! Five hundred million of us!” “Do you have a flag …? “What? We don’t need a flag, this is our home, you bastards” “No flag, No Country, You can’t have one! Those are the rules… that I just made up!…and I’m backing it up with this gun, that was lent to me from the National Rifle Association.
— Eddie Izzard-The cunning use of flags
And then I realized … that New Orleans was not an American city. It was a Caribbean city. Once you recalibrate, it becomes the best-governed, cleanest, most efficient, and best-educated city in the Caribbean. New Orleans is actually the Geneva of the Caribbean
— Andres Duany (The Atlantic, Nov. 2009, 64)
There are more things in heaven and earth, Horatio,
Than are dreamt of in your philosophy. — Hamlet, Act I Scene V
Than are dreamt of in your philosophy. — Hamlet, Act I Scene V
In the small hours, a friend and I were wandering around the French quarter, when suddenly I heard a trumpet in the distance. I couldn’t see anything but an excursion boat gliding through the mist back to port. Then the tune became more distinct. The boat was still far off. But in the bow I could see someone standing in the wind, holding a trumpet high and sending out the most brilliant notes I had ever heard. It was jazz. It was what I had been hoping to hear all through the night. I don’t even know whether it was ‘Tiger Rag’ or ‘Panama’. But it was Louis Armstrong descending from the sky like a god. the ship hugged the bank as if it were driven there by the powerful trumpet beats. I stayed absolutely still, just listening, until the boat dropped anchor.
— All Stars trombone man Jack Teagarden remembering his 1921 New Orleans visit.
Travel isn’t always pretty. It isn’t always comfortable. Sometimes it hurts, it even breaks your heart. But that’s okay. The journey changes you- it should change you. It leaves marks on your memory, on your consciousness, on your heart, and on your body. You take something with you… Hopefully, you leave something good behind.
— Anthony Bourdain (via northamericanscum)
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