June 2011
41 posts
“What is REAL?” asked the Rabbit one day, when they were lying side by side near the nursery fender, before Nana came to tidy the room. “Does it mean having things that buzz inside you and a stick-out handle?”
“Real isn’t how you are made,” said the Skin Horse. “It’s a thing that happens to you. When a child loves you for a long, long time, not just to play with, but REALLY loves you, then you become Real.”
“Does it hurt?” asked the Rabbit.
“Sometimes,” said the Skin Horse, for he was always truthful. “When you are Real you don’t mind being hurt.”
“Does it happen all at once, like being wound up,” he asked, “or bit by bit?”
“It doesn’t happen all at once,” said the Skin Horse. “You become. It takes a long time. That’s why it doesn’t happen often to people who break easily, or have sharp edges, or who have to be carefully kept. Generally, by the time you are Real, most of your hair has been loved off, and your eyes drop out and you get loose in the joints and very shabby. But these things don’t matter at all, because once you are Real you can’t be ugly, except to people who don’t understand.”
from “The Velveteen Rabbit” by Margery Williams
coworker/writer, sam, sent me this link after yesterday’s lengthy discussion about our deserted island foods (you know, the three food items you would take with you to a deserted island).
mine were peanut butter, some sort of fruit, and 2 live chickens (for the eggs and protein later on once i learn to build a fire, but that’s assuming i haven’t befriended my chickens, which, let’s be honest guys, william and harry (my chickens) are probably the only friends i have on the island so, eggs it is).
anyway, my second and third items are ever-changing, but peanut butter is a staple in my life (as i’ve documented extensively before).
but oh yeah, back to the link. FACT: #19 is my absolute favorite peanut butter in the world. followed by skippy all natural (missing from this list), #3 (whole foods in-store ground honey-roasted), and #8 (creamy jiff — classic).
regarding the panels’ comments on my beloved white choc. pb, i say this. BLASPHEMY.
that my roommate, caroline, provides me with some of the best blogging material (e.g., the wingman photo (hahahahahaha) and the ellie goulding/kanye/portland cello project mash-up (omgomgomgomgomgomg)).
without her, i would just be a sad little writer typing about my feelings.
this is brilliant.
the hood internet presents: ellie goulding vs. portland cello project vs. kanye west