jords on jords.

It is not the critic who counts; not the man who points out how the strong man stumbles, or where the doer of deeds could have done them better. The credit belongs to the man who is actually in the arena, whose face in marred by dust and sweat and blood; who strives valiantly; who errs, who comes short again and again, because there is no effort without error and shortcoming; but who does actually strive to do the deeds; who knows great enthusiasms, the great devotions; who spends himself in a worthy cause; who at the best knows in the end the triumph of high achievement, and who at the worst, if he fails, at least fails while daring greatly, so that his place shall never be with those cold and timid souls who neither know victory nor defeat.

Theodore Roosevelt Association

12/15/09

Carrie: ewww
me: nothing happened
me: thank crist
me: christ
Carrie: still
me: i know
Carrie: crist is better
me: THANK CRIST
Carrie: keep the crist in cristmas
me: merry cristmas
Carrie: happy 4th jew day

12/14/09

Night Cheese (via noamisright)

12/12/09

The 50 Best Protest Signs Of 2009

Thanks DL.

12/07/09

the best ever

Dear Frank,

Last year I mailed you two postcards, “Next year, I want to get my tree with you” and “I will not wear mistletoe to work,” both referring to the same crush.

I was bowled over just now to see that someone had wondered how my first secret turned out.

This year, I will celebrate the holiday with someone wonderful … but he’s not the guy I wrote those secrets about. Even if I hadn’t fallen in love this year, this Christmas would find me fairly indifferent to the person I mentioned in that postcard.

Time work wonders.

Via Postsecret

12/06/09