“Smile, You’ve Won” (Alternate Version from Atticus 3)
Ok—so if anyone has ever wondered we’re I got my Tumblr name (also my deviantart name, old mayspace name—before I deleted it that is— and screenname) this song is it.
And I mean this version, not the album one. I personally like this one better because I love the overlapping of Leighton’s and Maria’s voices for the very last line. B-E-A-Utiful! haha
Picked up the Atticus 3 cd in April of ‘05 and Lydia has been my favorite band ever since. Proud post I guess haha. i’m just so glad they’ve been so successful lately : ) K I’m done! Thanks for posting FYLydia!!
It’s funny, I saw this as I’m sitting here sipping some Earl Grey. Gibby, you’d be proud.
The Very British Name Generator
Terribly good, wot. We’ve discussed your case with the Bureau of Terribly British Names, and after several weeks’ waiting and to-ing and fro-ing, we have decided to give you one. Do try to keep yourself calm; an emotional outburst would be most unseemly.
Your terribly British name is:Emily Thatcher
haha does it fit?
I would be Ameila Chamberlain
I made You promises a thousand times
I tried to hear from Heaven
But I talked the whole time
I think I made You too small
I never feared You at all No
If You touched my face would I know You?
Looked into my eyes could I behold You?
What do I know of You
Who spoke me into motion?
Where have I even stood
But the shore along Your ocean?
Are You fire? Are You fury?
Are You sacred? Are You beautiful?
What do I know? What do I know of Holy?
I guess I thought that I had figured You out
I knew all the stories and I learned to talk about
How You were mighty to save
Those were only empty words on a page
Then I caught a glimpse of who You might be
The slightest hint of You brought me down to my knees
What do I know of You
Who spoke me into motion?
Where have I even stood
But the shore along Your ocean?
Are You fire? Are You fury?
Are You sacred? Are You beautiful?
What do I know? What do I know of Holy?
What do I know of Holy?
What do I know of wounds that will heal my shame?
And a God who gave life “its” name?
What do I know of Holy?
Of the One who the angels praise?
All creation knows Your name
On earth and heaven above
What do I know of this love?
What do I know of You
Who spoke me into motion?
Where have I even stood
But the shore along Your ocean?
Are You fire? Are You fury?
Are You sacred? Are You beautiful?
What do I know? What do I know of Holy?
What do I know of Holy?
What do I know of Holy?
L’esprit de escalier: (French) The feeling you get after leaving a conversation, when you think of all the things you should have said. Translated it means “the spirit of the staircase.”
DONATE MONEY AND I’LL TATTOO WHATEVER ON ME!
I’m raising money for Third World orphanages. For every $10 you donate, your name gets entered into a drawing. Your name gets picked, you choose any tattoo for me to get. I get tattoo, kids get help, you get the glory of knowing there is a human out there with a tattoo of your face on it. Everyone’s happy.
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Lately, I’ve been craving books to read. Not just any books, though. I want some prose with real intellectual value. Things that make me feel as though I’m better for reading them - not less intelligent.
I’m not talking about the classics, either. I’ve read my fair share of those; I am an English Minor, you know. I’m talking about books that get me out of my comfort zone. (No romance, please.) … (unless it’s really funny). I want to learn new things and share in new perspectives.
The best book I’ve read lately is The Tipping Point by Malcolm Gladwell. This is what made me realize I’ve been depriving myself of great reading.
Help me out, I’m happy to try any suggestions. Tumblr Booklist, please!
Here’s two good ones I’ve read recently:
The Bell Jar by Sylvia Plath and The Unbearable Lightness of Being by Milan Kundera (not technically a romance, more of a commentary on how to view the world)
Both of them are really good!
Perfume Lady
Matthew 26:6-13At a dinner party, Mary embarrasses just about everyone- everyone, in fact, but Jesus-when she brings in a bottle of fancy perfume, pours it on her Lord’s feet, and proceeds to wipe them clean with her long hair. The fragrance fills the house. Judas gets all huffy about the waste. But Jesus? He praises Mary for her gift.
Artist: Shawn Romano